Chapter 247. Her body was still trembling.The aftershocks of her orgasm had her chest rising and falling in uneven waves, her limbs loose, skin flushed, lips parted. She looked ruined—beautifully ruined—and Drystan couldn’t stop staring. Couldn't stop ogling. Yet he wasn’t done.Not even close.He pulled out slowly, watching her flinch as her body tightened around nothing. A slick trail followed him, glistening in the soft, dim light.“Drystan…” She whimpered, breathless.He didn't say a word yet, he just leaned over her, one hand gripping her thigh as he brought his mouth to her ear.“I’m not done with you, Sunshine.”Rosealba shivered, but she barely had time to catch her breath before he was moving down the bed again—strong hands parting her thighs, pushing them wide open.“W-Wait…” she gasped, shaking with both soreness and pleasure. “Shhh…” he hushed, not looking up.His fingers dug into her thighs gently, but firmly, holding her spread wide like he owned every part of her.Be
Chapter 246. Drystan’s breath was thick with want as he hovered over Rosealba, his hands gently trailing down her sides like he was memorizing her again—like he needed to feel every inch of what now belonged to him.Her legs were parted beneath him, silky thighs brushing the outside of his hips, drawing him in like gravity.He leaned down and kissed her chest—slowly, reverently. His lips dragged along her soft skin, tongue flicking teasingly just beneath her collarbone. Her breath caught, her fingers tangling in the sheets.“Sunshine,” he whispered between kisses, voice low and rough, “You’re gonna drive me to the edge before I even get inside you.”Her lips parted in a soft moan, head tilting back. “Then don’t wait…”He smiled against her skin.But he took his time.His mouth moved lower—down the slope of her chest, then to her breasts. He kissed the underside first, then gently took one nipple into his mouth, sucking slowly.A sharp gasp escaped her lips. “Drystan—”He groaned soft
Chapter 245. The sunlight poured into their villa like honey.It warmed the smooth stone floors, casting gentle golden patches on the walls as Rosealba padded barefoot through the open-air hallway, a silk robe wrapped loosely around her. Her hair was still damp from the bath, and her cheeks glowed, kissed by both the morning sun and something softer—something only Drystan could touch.She stopped just by the balcony.The lake shimmered below. Gentle waves curled against the shore like they, too, were sighing.Behind her, she felt him—always before she heard him.Drystan moved like a shadow. Quiet. Tall. Protective. A presence you didn’t need to see to know you were safe.His hand moved, and he wrapped them around her from behind, his hands settling on her waist while lips brushed her shoulder.“Did you sleep well?” his voice came in a soft murmur.“I did.” She leaned back into his chest, sighing. “I don’t think I’ve ever slept this peacefully.”“That’s the point of a honeymoon,” he s
Chapter 244. LAKE COMOThe moment the black car rolled to a stop at the private villa gates, Rosealba knew she wasn’t ready for what waited beyond.She leaned closer to the window, her fingers pressing gently to the cool glass. Golden light spilled across the terraced hills of Lake Como, kissing the edges of the water below in a dreamlike haze. The air shimmered, soft and golden, as though even the sun knew not to shine too harshly on their peace.The villa—hidden behind tall stone walls and ancient cypress trees—looked like something pulled from an old Italian painting. Elegant. Still. A place that whispered of forever.“Drystan,” Rosealba murmured, breath catching. “This is…”His hand slid across the seat, curling over hers. “Home,” he said softly.And it did feel like that. Like home, wrapped in mountains and mist. Rosealba’s heart swelled in her chest excitement glimmering beneath her eyes. As the driver opened the door, Drystan stepped out first and turned, offering his hand. T
Chapter 243. He didn’t move right away.Drystan just stayed inside her—deep, warm, thick—his forehead pressed against hers as both of them gasped for air. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight, and he felt everything. Every flutter. Every tremble.“Fuck…” he breathed. “You’re perfect. You were made for me, sunshine.”Rosealba nodded slowly, feeling every inch of him. Yes. She was made for him, just like he was made for her. Drystan moved, gently—then he started thrusting. Slowly.His hips rolled with a deep, steady rhythm, each stroke dragging against her walls like velvet fire. Her head tipped back and a soft moan escaped her lips—half gasp, half cry.“Drystan…” she whimpered, eyes turning hazy with pleasure. His hands gripped her hips, grounding her as he pushed in deeper—again… and again. Each thrust filled her to the brink, his body perfectly molded to hers.There body trembled, pleasure seeping into their core. Drystan’s hand moved brushing a strand of her hair away fr
Chapter 242. Drystan carried Rosealba down the hallway with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms looped around his shoulders. Their mouths stayed tangled—kissing like they were drunk on each other, slow and messy, full of heat and need and something deeper. Her soft moans fell against his lips as his hands gripped beneath her thighs, holding her close, keeping her right where he wanted her. Her dress was still hitched up, her body still bare beneath, and every step he took sent delicious friction right between her legs.By the time he kicked the door open, they were both breathing like they’d run through fire.The suite was dimly lit, moonlight pouring in through open glass doors that led to a private terrace. She barely saw it. She didn’t need to. Because all she saw was him.He took her straight to the bed—large, white, soft—and laid her down like she was made of glass.Rosealba’s chest rose and fell as he hovered over her, his hands already sliding beneath the fabr