The gentle murmur of the ocean was a distant sound, almost drowned out by the frantic beat of Layla's heart. She stood bare on the polished floor of their honeymoon suite, her wedding dress, a silken whisper, now pooled at her feet. The air was still thick with the scent of roses and perfume from the day's celebration, a sweet, almost overwhelming perfume that clung to her skin. Yet, beneath that floral sweetness, another, more powerful scent emerged – the musky scent of his arousal, a primal invitation that made her nipples harden and her core throb with anticipation.
Behind her, Rigo stepped closer. His fingers brushed along her back, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing her skin.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he murmured, voice low and sincere. "You were glowing out there. I couldn't take my eyes off you."
Layla smiled, her heart still beating too fast — from nerves, from wine, from the fact that after three years of late-night calls and weekend getaways, he was finally hers. She turned around and faced him.
"And now?" she teased softly, her hands resting on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart through the open buttons of his shirt. "Can you take your eyes off me now?"
His eyes darkened. "Not even if I tried."
"You're mine," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly growl that vibrated against her spine. "Every inch of you. Every breath you take. You belong to me now."
Layla shivered, not from cold, but from a potent mix of fear and excitement. She turned to face him, her eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and defiance.
"Am I?" she whispered, her voice husky with arousal, her hands sliding up his chest, her nails lightly raking his skin. "Prove it, husband."
His eyes darkened, pupils dilating with a hunger that made her knees weak. He reached out, his fingers tangling in her hair, and yanked her closer, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was both brutal and tender. He devoured her, his tongue plunging deep, exploring every crevice, claiming her as his own.
He lifted her effortlessly, his muscles straining with the effort, and carried her across the room to the bed, where the white sheets waited like a blank canvas. Layla gasped, her head lolling back, her body arching in anticipation. He laid her down gently, his gaze never leaving hers, his eyes burning with a promise of the pleasure to come. He followed, settling above her, his weight pressing her into the mattress, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her thigh, a silent promise of the satisfaction to come.
Their mouths met — slow at first, exploratory, like rediscovering something they had longed for. Rigo kissed her with intention, his hands skimming down her arms, her waist, her thighs, like he was drawing lines of fire across her body. Layla arched beneath him, aching for more.
"You're trembling," he whispered against her neck.
"I've waited for this," she breathed. "For you."
"Tell me what you want," he whispered against her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin, his breath hot and ragged against her ear.
"You," she moaned, her voice barely audible. "I want you. Inside me. Now."
He chuckled softly, his hand tracing lazy circles on her hip. "You drive me wild, you know that?"
She didn't reply with words, instead pulling him down into a deep, sensual kiss. He groaned into her mouth as her tongue danced with his, their bodies moving together in a familiar rhythm.
He trailed kisses along her jaw and down her throat, pausing to nuzzle at her pulse point. "I love you so much," he murmured against her skin. "You're my everything."
"And you're mine," she breathed, arching up into him. "Always and forever."
"I love you," she breathed, her voice raspy against his ear. "I'm so happy to be your wife."
He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering. "And I you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He trailed kisses down her shoulders, each touch sending shivers through her. When his lips found the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist, she gasped softly, her fingers instinctively tangling in his hair, holding him closer.
"You make me so happy," she whispered, her eyes closed, savoring the moment.
His hands moved lower, skimming over the curve of her hip, her thigh, teasing the entrance to her desire. He slid his hand between her legs, his fingers teasing her clit, circling, probing, until she was slick with arousal and trembling with anticipation. "I can't believe how lucky I am," he breathed against her skin. "That you're here, with me, like this." He lifted his head, his dark eyes boring into hers. "I'm going to cherish you for the rest of our lives."
Layla smiled, her heart swollen with love. She traced the angles of his face with her fingertips, committing every detail to memory. "We're going to be so happy together," she murmured. "Our little family."
Rigo's eyes flickered at the mention of family. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers. "Our baby," he whispered, wonder in his voice. "I still can't believe it's real."
Layla placed a hand over her stomach, still flat but with a secret growing inside. "It's real," she promised. "He or she is going to be so loved, from the very first moment."
He kissed her then, deep and slow. His hands moved over her body with reverence, mapping every inch of her skin. Layla arched into his touch, craving deeper contact, desperate to feel his skin against hers. She tugged impatiently at his shirt, wanting to feel the heat of his flesh against her own.
Rigo laughed softly, breaking the kiss. "Eager?" he teased as he sat back to remove his shirt. Layla licked her lips, her eyes roaming over his chest, his abs. "You have no idea," she breathed.
He lowered himself back to her, skin to skin. Layla gasped at the contact, her fingers tracing the lines of his back, the curve of his shoulders. He kissed her again, his body moving against hers in a slow, sensual rhythm. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her thigh, and she reached between them, her fingers closing around his engorged length.
Rigo groaned, his hips snapping forward. "Layla," he panted. "I need you."
"I need you too," she echoed, guiding him to her slick entrance. He pushed forward slowly, both of them shuddering at the sensation. "God, you feel amazing," he breathed, buried to the hilt inside her.
Layla nodded, her nails digging into his shoulders. "So do you," she managed, her voice a strangled whisper. "I love being connected to you like this."
He started to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. The sensation was overwhelming, and Layla's head fell back against the pillow as he set a steady rhythm. "Yes," she gasped, her hips rising to meet his. "Just like that."
Rigo kissed her again, his movements becoming faster, more urgent. Layla could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. "I'm close," she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."
He angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside her with every drive of his hips. Layla cried out, her body tensing, readying for her release. "Come for me," Rigo growled, his voice strained. "I need to feel you shatter around me."
And with his next thrust, she did. Her walls clenched around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed his name as she came, her body shattering into a million pieces. Rigo followed her over the edge with a guttural moan, his body shuddering against hers as he emptied himself completely within her.
They collapsed together, spent and breathless. Rigo gathered her into his arms, pressing soft kisses to her face as they both came down from their high. "I love you," he murmured, his hands stroking over her skin soothingly. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too," Layla whispered, snuggling into his chest. She could feel his heart beating beneath her cheek, strong and steady. "Always and forever."
They lay tangled in the sheets afterward, skin warm and damp, legs entwined beneath the thin white cover.
Rigo stroked her hair as she rested her head on his chest.
"I don't ever want this to end," Layla whispered.
He kissed her forehead. "It won't. I'm yours now. All in."
She smiled, drifting off to sleep to the sound of his heartbeat beneath her ear.