Chapter 50
Chapter Fifty
Levi
The air is warm and thick with the scent of salt and hibiscus, the crashing waves outside the villa serving as a constant, soothing rhythm. The honeymoon suite is luxurious but intimate, with floor-to-ceiling windows that open to a private stretch of beach. The soft glow of candles reflects off the polished wood floors, casting flickering shadows across the room.
Tania stands by the open windows, her wedding dress replaced by a flowing silk robe that clings to her curves in a way that makes my chest tighten. The golden light of the setting sun bathes her in warmth, highlighting every line of her silhouette. She glances back at me, her lips curving into a soft smile that sends a shiver down my spine.
“You’re staring,” she says, teasing but warm.
“Can you blame me?” I reply, stepping closer. My hands slide to her waist, pulling her gently against me. “You’re breathtaking.”
She laughs softly, but her breath catches as I lean in, brushing my lips along the curve of her neck.
“Levi,” she whispers, her voice trembling slightly, a mix of laughter and something deeper.
The playful teasing quickly melts into something more as I turn her to face me, my hands tangling in her hair as our lips meet in a kiss that’s anything but gentle. It’s hungry, desperate, and filled with all the passion we’ve held back through the chaos of planning, through the ceremony, through every moment we’ve been surrounded by others.
“Tania,” I murmur against her lips, my voice thick with emotion. “You’re mine. All mine.”
“Yours,” she whispers back, her voice trembling with need.
I lift her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed as her arms wrap around my neck. Her laugh is breathless, her lips trailing along my jaw as I lower her onto the soft sheets.
The silk robe slips from her shoulders, revealing the soft curve of her skin, and I pause, taking her in. She’s perfect, radiant, and utterly mine.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, my voice husky.
“Show me,” she replies, her eyes locking onto mine with a challenge that sends heat rushing through me.
What follows is a blur of heat and longing, a tangle of limbs and whispered promises. Every touch, every kiss is a declaration of love, of desire, of the bond that’s only grown stronger through everything we’ve faced.
Tania’s nails rake down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, and the sound of her voice—soft gasps, low moans—drives me to the brink.
“Levi,” she murmurs, her voice breathless, her body arching against mine.
“I’ve got you,” I reply, my hands caressing every inch of her. “Always.”
The world outside fades away, leaving only us—the warmth of her skin against mine, the rhythm of our movements, the unspoken promises that linger in every touch.
Much later, we lie tangled in the sheets, the soft sound of the waves drifting through the open windows. Tania’s head rests on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along my skin.
“You know,” she says, her voice drowsy but filled with warmth, “if this is what marriage is like, I think I made the right choice.”
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Just wait. This is only the beginning.”
She tilts her head to look at me, her eyes shining with a mix of love and contentment. “Promise?”
“Promise,” I reply, my lips curving into a smile as I pull her closer.
As the night stretches on, the weight of the world feels miles away, replaced with the quiet certainty that this—her, us, this moment—is all I’ll ever need.