Epilogue — [FINAL-I]

Christian

Never let anyone know your next move.

That's what Ivanna did right after we entered the terrace. I was prepared to somehow capture her in my arms as soon as we got into our space but this time she was the one to surprise me.

She slams the door shut behind me, twirls over in front and knocks me against the door. Before I can react to anything, her mouth crashes on mine. Wrapping her arms around my torso, she plunges her tongue vigorously into my mouth as the sour taste of vodka mixed with her sweet saliva overwhelms my taste buds.

I spiral my long arms around her curvy waist, yanking her up from the ground. We're somehow high on the small amount of vodka which makes the moment more sensuous and pleasurable.

After a long passionate and wild kiss, I part her away, staring at her gorgeous face through the moonlight even though there are still a bunch of candles burning inside the shells. I don't remember when I asked Colton to decorate the terrace, that too in such a beautiful way. It means she's the one to surprise me this time.

She looks the same as she looked the night in the club. A sweet smile curves on her face as she passionately stares at me.

"Where have you lost, Mrs Scott?" I smirk.

"I'm just wondering how the hell I can get such a smoking hot, handsome husband?" Her voice is muffled.

"I wish you were high all the time", I laugh. "So fucking honest"

She fluffs her face and tilts her head slowly at me. "Maybe because I don't find you handsome enough when I'm not high"

I frown. "So insulting, Mrs Scott"

She cracks up as the sound of her crazy laughter fills the room. I can hear her and stare at her laughing like this till eternity.

Tired of laughing harder, she rests her head on my chest as my lips automatically land on her forehead.

This finally feels like an actual wedding night.

Our wedding night.

"Okay, so that's why you dragged me here?" I look over the space, wrapping her neck with my arm as she rests her head on my shoulder.

"Umm. Yup", she giggles. "You liked the set-up?"

"I loved it", I roll my eyes around again— the shelled candles, my favourite white flowers covering the railings. As far as I remember I haven't told her about my favourite flowers ever since we got married seven months ago. She knows it because she knows what Chase likes. There's small bedding on the ground, a tempting smell of jasmine filling the entire terrace.

"But what's our plan here? I mean what are we gonna do over here?" I roll my eyes.

"I have plans", she says and walks me towards the bedding.

"Like what?"

"Like. You know", she stops and turns me around, making me face her. I confusingly gawk at her until she playfully smiles at me.

"What evil things are going on in your head, Mrs Scott?" I frown.

She places her both hands on my chest and pushes me down abruptly. I fall over the bed on my back and look up. She smiles playfully, taking her hands back and pulling down the zipper of her dress.

Holy shit!

I sneer as her dress slips down, leaving her only in a pair of red lingerie. My eyes take quick advantage of the moment, scanning her smoking curved body. My lips tremble to touch each inch of her tempting skin.

I have always stripped her naked myself and she has been shy every single time. This is the first time she has stripped like this in front of me which is enough to turn me on.

This woman keeps getting better and better with time. And I keep falling harder and deeper.

I can't help chuckling at the boldness that she has when she's high. She pushes herself onto me as I immediately grab her buttocks, my thirsty mouth striving to find its treat, her breathtaking boobs dangling just next to my mouth. Am I supposed to stay sane after this?

However, she groans and grips my wrists, pulling them up on my head and I let her.

She frowns. "Why can't you men just control your hands and mouth for a while? Always like to be in charge, huh?'

"Genes", I chuckle. "But we don't mind being under charge if you women can take it perfectly"

"I know right? That's why I'm in charge today", she giggles and leans down, slowly capturing my lips again as she keeps holding my hands.

I'm not used to staying calm during this. My hands always crave to touch her sensitive spots. It feels like torture now. I can easily yank my hands off and turn the tables by knocking her down but this doesn't feel bad at all. Nonetheless, she finally shows some mercy by releasing my hands as I immediately slide them down, cupping her buttocks and kneading them simultaneously. She keeps kissing me harder, her fingers tucking to the buttons of my shirt.

In no time, she unbuttons my shirt and I help her to remove it anyway. Her lips trail down to my neck as her small delicate palms skim through my torso.

She leans closer to my neck, her mouth capturing my skin passionately. I groan with her soft kisses tickling my skin, my breath catching with my heart rate pacing faster. Her lips keep travelling all around my hard torso, placing wet kisses all over my skin, her tongue sliding in sync.

"Do you like it, Mr Husband?" I hear her teasing men.

"Oh, fuck. Yes", I groan, sliding my fingers into her hair as I take a fistful of her hair and yank them gently enough.

I pull her up closer to my face and steal another passionate kiss. She breaks it right away and sits on my stomach, giving me another complete view of her luscious body. I lick my lips slowly as my throat dries up to quench the raw thirst.

She throws her head back, stretching her arms, her eyes closed— as if she's taking a test of my patience.

"May I take on now?" I shrug.

"Huh! Such an impatient brute you are", she groans.

"Yes. I'm impatient to have you. I've been dying ever since you showed up at the reception", I groan.

"What if I say I can give you something better than this?" She whispers, finding the way to my belt.

"What can be better than you?" I scoff.