Chapter 211
Chapter 211
Claire's POV
Daniel bit my lower lip, sucking on it hard as his hips slammed against mine. “Let it happen,” he rasped, his pace relentless, driving me higher until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
Just as I felt myself spiraling, a sharp laugh cut through the night from the neighboring villa. Daniel froze mid-thrust, his head snapping toward the sound. “Someone over there?” he muttered, his voice low and tense.
I smirked, catching my breath, my body still aching for more. “Told you so.” My tone was light, but I could see the irritation flash across his face.
He pressed a hand over my mouth, his palm warm against my lips, his other arm holding me tight against him. “Shh. Don’t wanna get caught, do we?” he whispered, though his eyes glinted with a mix of annoyance and amusement.
I nipped at his chest through the water, feeling his cock twitch inside me as my pussy clenched around him. “What’s this, Daniel? You nervous now?” I mumbled against his skin, my voice muffled but taunting.
The friction made my spine tingle, and I could tell it hit him just as hard. With a grunt, he lifted me out of the pool, water dripping off us as he carried me toward the villa’s glass doors. “We’re finishing this inside,” he said, his tone final as he kicked the door shut behind us and locked it with a click.
Inside the bedroom, the air was cooler, the scent of tropical flowers mixing with the salt on our skin. Daniel didn’t waste a second, pressing me down onto the bed, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss. His tongue pushed deep, exploring every corner as his thumb found my clit again, rubbing hard circles that made me whimper into his mouth. My body arched, slickness coating his fingers as I writhed under him.
“Daniel… oh god…” I couldn’t stop the sounds spilling out, my hands clutching at the sheets as pleasure built again, sharp and overwhelming. Wetness dripped down my thighs, and I felt myself unraveling under his relentless touch.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes burning. “That’s it, Claire.” His voice was raw as he hooked my ankles over his shoulders, his hands gripping my waist. With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside me again, filling me completely. Each movement was fierce, his cock hitting deep, grinding against that spot inside that made my vision blur. I cried out, my chest heaving, my breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust.
My neck arched back, moans spilling freely now as my body tightened around him, the pressure unbearable. “I’m… I’m there…” I gasped, my voice breaking as I clenched hard, waves of release crashing through me, soaking the sheets beneath us. Daniel groaned, his pace faltering as he pushed against my core, drawing out every shudder until I was a trembling mess.
As we came down, panting and spent, he collapsed beside me, pulling me into his chest. His heartbeat pounded against my ear, steady and strong. For a moment, we just lay there, the world outside forgotten. But the quiet didn’t last long.
Over the next two days, we barely left the villa. We slipped out only for quick meals by the beach or short walks under the palm trees, the rest of the time tangled in each other—kissing, touching, fucking in every way we could think of. By Sunday evening, the last night of our honeymoon, exhaustion had settled in. I sprawled across Daniel’s lap on the plush couch, the flicker of an old movie, Meet Me Before You, playing on the screen. The room was dark except for the TV’s glow, the sound of waves a constant backdrop through the open windows.
“This boring you?” Daniel asked, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my arm, his voice soft but tinged with concern.
I tilted my head to look up at him, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Do you think it’s boring?”
He shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to my forehead, his lips warm against my skin. “Doesn’t matter where we are. I just don’t want you feeling stuck.” His words carried a weight, a reminder of the restrictions that kept us from traveling freely beyond this escape.
I paused the movie, shifting to face him fully. “I feel the same. And honestly,” I raised an eyebrow, teasing, “you’ve kept me way too busy to even think about being bored.”
A faint flush crept up his neck, and he let out a quiet laugh, his hand resting on my cheek as he kissed the corner of my mouth. “Fair enough.” He hit play on the remote, pulling me closer, his arm a solid warmth around me.
As the movie rolled on, my eyelids grew heavy, the day’s heat and intimacy catching up. Nestled against him, I drifted off, the sound of his steady breathing and the distant ocean lulling me into sleep. This last night of our honeymoon, wrapped in each other and an old film, felt like a quiet promise of what was to come.