Chapter 91

Travis insisted we go on another honeymoon to Paris, knowing how much I loved the country. This time, instead of staying at the house he bought for me, we checked into a luxurious hotel.

When we arrived, we greeted the receptionist and collected the keys to our room.

Oh my goodness! The moment I stepped inside, my breath hitched. The room was so spacious and beautifully decorated. Red petals were scattered across the floor, and on the bed was a heart-shaped arrangement of roses. The sight was magical.

Who would have thought that just this morning, I was casually sitting with Travis when he suddenly asked me to go to the garden-only to find it decorated for a wedding I hadn't even known was mine?

Irene was overjoyed, thrilled to witness her parents' wedding for the second time.

Travis gently touched my shoulder. "You look stressed, love. Go take a shower and relax."

I didn't argue. After a long flight, a warm shower sounded perfect. But as I stepped into the bathroom, I accidentally slipped and landed on my butt.

Instead of crying, I burst into laughter.

Travis rushed in, his face laced with concern. "What happened? I heard you shout!"

"Ahh, it's nothing," I reassured him between chuckles. "I just slipped. No big deal."

Still, he looked unconvinced, his brows furrowed with worry. I decided to distract him.

Reaching out, I traced my fingers along his jawline, my voice turning playful. "Do you want to join me?"

He arched a brow. "You do know that if I get in, we won't just be showering, right?"

I smirked. "Who cares? We're on our honeymoon. Whatever happens is meant to happen."

Travis chuckled. "Alright then," he said, already pulling off his shirt.

Slowly, he reached for my back, his touch gentle yet so intimate, gliding over my skin as if he were applying soap. His hands moved with purpose, igniting a warmth within me.

As he trailed soft kisses from my neck up to my face, our breaths grew heavy. Our eyes met, filled with longing, before he captured my lips in a ferocious kiss. He sucked on my lower lip, then returned to my upper lip, deepening the kiss until we were both breathless.

Without breaking contact, he lifted me effortlessly from the floor. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he kissed me once again, our bodies pressed together as the passion between us burned hotter.

His hands roamed over my body, his touch sent shivers down my spine. The heat between us intensified as his lips trailed from my mouth down to my jawline, then lower, leaving a trail of warmth.

The warm water cascaded over us, mingling with our ragged breaths. My fingers tangled in his damp hair as I pulled him closer, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against mine. His grip on my waist tightened as he pressed me against the cool tiles, the contrast against my heated skin making me gasp.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my ear, his was voice husky filled with so much desire.

I shivered at his words, my body already lost in the sensation of his touch. "Then show me," I whispered, challenging him, teasing him.

A deep growl rumbled from his chest, and in the next second, his lips crashed into mine again, this time with even more intensity. His hands slid down my back, exploring, claiming. Every touch, every kiss, made me surrender a little more to the intoxicating passion between us.

I held onto his shoulders, my fingers digging into his skin as he pressed me against the wall. My heart pounded, my chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. His touch was everywhere, gentle, as if he couldn't get enough of me.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispered against my ear, his voice rough and deep.

A shiver ran through me. "well don't hold back," I challenged.

He groaned softly, his lips crashing onto mine again, hungry and desperate. He pulled me closer, our bodies pressed together as the water flowed around us. His hands slid down my back, gripping my waist before moving lower.

I gasped, my head tilting back as he trailed kisses down my throat, his breath hot against my skin. He lifted me again, and I wrapped my legs around him, holding on as his hands explored my body. Every touch sent waves of pleasure through me, making me crave more.

"You're mine," he murmured against my lips, his grip tightening.

I smiled, brushing my fingers against his wet hair. "Always," I whispered before pulling him into another deep kiss.

The warm water poured down on us, but neither of us cared. Our breaths mixed, our bodies pressed together, lost in the moment. But soon, Travis pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with desire.

"We should move this somewhere more comfortable," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my waist.

I nodded breathlessly, and before I could say another word, he turned off the water and scooped me into his arms. Water dripped from our skin as he carried me out of the bathroom, his gaze fixated on me.

Gently, he laid me on the soft mattress, the cool sheets sending a shiver through me. He hovered over me, his wet hair falling slightly over his forehead. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, brushing a strand of damp hair from my face.

I reached up, cupping his face. "I know," I teased.

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. "of course"

His lips found mine again, slow and deep, as his hands moved down my body, exploring every inch.

His hands moved slowly, exploring every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of heat wherever he touched. My breath hitched as his fingers traced my curves, gentle, as if he was memorizing every part of me.

His lips followed, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone, down to my chest, and lower. My body arched beneath him, drawn to his touch, craving more. The warmth of his breath sent shivers through me, making my heart race.

"Travis..." I whispered.

He lifted his head, his eyes locking onto mine. "I love seeing you like this," he murmured, his fingers skimming down my sides. "So beautiful, so perfect."

I reached for him, pulling him back up so our lips met again. The kiss was deep, full of hunger and need. Our bodies pressed together, the heat between us growing unbearable. Every touch, every movement, sent sparks through me, making me lose myself in him.

His hands gripped my waist as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "Tonight, it's just us," he whispered. "No rush... just you and me."

I smiled against his lips, my hands running down his back. "just us," I whispered, surrendering to the passion between us.

And he didn't.