Chapter 119 - Wedding's After Taste.

Mansion

Savannah leaned her head back against the cold wall, with Blaze's hand supporting her. The moment his lips touched her skin, all her thoughts vanished. She was so into him that she didn't even care where they were.

She was so addicted to his touch that she didn't even care where they were. All she wanted was that feeling in her chest to keep getting stronger, the rush of excitement to keep building. He was really good at making her forget everything else.

His lips brushed across hers automatically, their rapid breaths merging, scents mixing. One of her hands rested against his on her hip while the other floated up to rest against his neck. While their bodies swayed together to their own perfect rhythm.

Savannah could feel how turned on Blaze was. If the look in his eyes wasn't enough proof, then his little groans and grunts he released periodically along with the hard bulge that kept brushing against her ass definitely were.

When Savannah's eyes were almost closed, she felt soft embrace on my neck followed by a little kisses on my neck.

She almost fell down of her position. at the right time Blaze managed to pull her body.

His hand moved quickly to open her white wedding dress that she wore at their wedding, and then release the bra that is now on the floor.

His licking sometimes turns into a gentle bite that makes her groan. which he did made her fucked up.

When their gaze met again, the surge of desire was clearly reflected in his eyes. Something that always makes Savannah realize that what they are doing is no more than a boost of lust.

Every time he kissed her it felt like the first time. Her heart pounded in her chest the longer his lips caressed hers, the more his hand grazed her cheek. Every part of her body felt warm and tingly entangled in his, All other thoughts were momentarily abandoned as she become solely focused on the softness of those lips, the gentleness of his touch, the sweetness of his breath mixing with hers.

When she stepped back, it was just so she could stand up and turn around to face him directly. The quiet mansion suddenly filled with the sound of their heavy breathing. She then pulled the elastic from her hair and shook it out, letting her long, black hair cascade down her shoulders. Blaze watched her with a intense look as she held his face and leaned her head down towards his.

His arms were around her hips in an instant. He pulled her down onto his lap once with a swift movement Blaze took her together eith him onto their shares bed, Savannah's fingers dug into his shoulders, holding on tight as he easily carried her towards their bed. Eliminating any space between their bodies and their lips as he continued the kiss along down her throat. Her long legs were now on either side of his, their chests were crushed against one another, and his hands were knotted in her hair while hers rested along his neck.

She could feel his lingering touch along every inch of her body. And yet, she still felt like she couldn't get close enough.

"Blaze," she muttered in between heated kisses, her hands fumbling with the hem of his white shirt as she pull it up.

The only light in the room was coming from the moon shining through the big floor-to-ceiling window. This gave everything a soft silver and blue glow, making Blaze look even more otherworldly.

His lips met hers, and they got all tangled up in each other's limbs and the blue sheets. Blaze kept his promise to toss and turn with her. They were touching and caressing every part of each other, and Savannah couldn't think straight anymore.

Half a second later, his own pants joined hers on the floor. And then he gently lowered himself down onto her again to the bed, drowning her in a sea of desires.

His lips worked their own magic as his hands meticulously removed the rest of the clothing left between them. Until their bodies were just as bare as their souls had been all that time.

The sound of their moans and grunts formed a song of their own as they completely immersed themselves in each other. His fingers intertwined with hers, pinning her hands down on the mountain of pillows beside her head, keeping her grounded, preparing her for the feeling of him entering her. He did it ever-so-slowly, but she still gasped, back arching off the bed as he filled her completely. And when he began to move, she could barely hold herself together.

"Blaze." His name was a strangled moan escaping her dry throat. She pulled her hands from his to encircle her arms around his back, fingernails digging deep and scratching his flawless skin the faster his hips moved against hers.

"Ana." His voice was just as throaty as hers had been. "You feel so fucking good."

"Mmm," she sighed as he continually hit the right spot, while his lips latched onto every available part of her skin. His hands kept her legs parted for him, momentarily caressing up and down her thighs and driving her absolutely wild and crazy. "Oh my god, Blaze."

His lips met hers again, swallowing her moans as her hands clutched the sheets. She lost herself in the moment, forgetting everything else for a few blissful seconds. All she could focus on was him—his wandering hands, the constant motion of his hips, his lips brushing soft words against hers. It felt like the best therapy ever.

They went higher and higher together, until Savannah was just a mess of helpless whimpers. Writhing and pleading. Wishing she could lose herself in him forever. Soon enough, they both shattered into a million pieces together. Their bodies tremble together like an earthquake that only they could feel. Intense and mind-shattering.

"Fuck," Blaze groaned, his body collapsing onto hers when they were finally done. He buried his face in her hair and inhaled deeply. "I never get tired of that."

"I think we have to do at least ten more rounds of that."

She laughed, running her hands through his hair. "Ten rounds? Sweety, you're overestimating our endurance."

"I love you," Blaze suddenly said, looking down at her with sincere eyes. "I don't know what I would do without you on sleepless nights like this."

She tilted her face up to his, smiling against her lips before capturing them in a soft kiss. "I love you, Honey. And I'm always here for you. No matter what time of the day it is, you can lean on me."

And.

The rest of the night was just as wild. The pent-up aggression and sexual tension between them finally exploded-and neither of them held anything back.

It was rough, it was soft, it was needy, and it was passionate. It was them. The way he gripped her skin soft enough to not to leave any marks on ger beautiful skin while she dug her nails into his skin was exciting. And the way he claimed her from the front and then flipped her over immediately to take her again from the back was equal parts as thrilling as it was exhausting.

Cozy Morning

The soft light of dawn seeped through the sheer curtains, turning the bedroom into a mix of gold and pink. The sound of waves gently hitting the shore drifted into the room, mixed with the occasional cry of seabirds. It was a peaceful morning, one that seemed to stand still—a perfect start to their first full day as husband and wife.

Savannah woke up slowly, her eyelashes fluttering. She felt warm and cozy under the soft sheets, but what really made her smile was the feel of Blaze's arm wrapped protectively around her waist. His warmth surrounded her, keeping her grounded in this beautiful moment.

She turned her head to glance at him, her smile getting bigger as she saw him. He looked so peaceful sleeping, his strong jawline softer, his dark eyelashes resting on his cheeks. His hair was a bit messy, and she really wanted to reach out and fix it but held back. This was a side of him she hardly ever got to see—vulnerable, open, and completely hers.

As if feeling her stare, Blaze's eyes slowly opened. They were still sleepy but lit up when they met hers. A lazy, boyish grin spread across his face. "Good morning, Mrs. Baldwin," he said softly, his voice rough and low.

Savannah felt a delightful flutter in her chest at the sound of her new name. "Good morning, Mr. Baldwin," she replied softly, her voice tinged with amusement and affection.

Blaze tightened his arm around her, pulling her closer until their foreheads were nearly touching. "How did you sleep?" he asked, his thumb absently tracing circles on her hip.

"Better than I ever have," Savannah admitted. "Probably because I had you beside me."

Blaze chuckled, a deep and warm sound. "I'd say the same, but I barely slept. I kept waking up to make sure this wasn't a dream."

Her heart swelled, and she couldn't help leaning in for a soft kiss. "It's real." she murmured against his lips. "We're real."

For a while, they stayed like that, wrapped in each other's warmth, savoring the quiet intimacy of the morning. Neither felt the need to rush or fill the silence with words. It was enough to simply be together.

Finally, Savannah's stomach let out a soft rumble, breaking the calm and making her giggle. Blaze grinned, sat up, and ran a hand through his hair. "Looks like someone's hungry." he joked.

"Blame it on the wedding excitement," Savannah said with a sheepish grin.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked softly.

She thought for a moment, then looked up at him with a playful smile. "I just want to stay like this. No schedules, no plans—just us."

Blaze smiled slightly. "That sounds perfect."

"But we've got some plans for today, honey. Might as well enjoy them while we can," he said, giving her a quick kiss. She nodded, understanding what he meant.

Blaze gently stroked her hair before getting out of bed. Seeing him shirtless made Savannah blush. He moved gracefully, looking confident as he put on a discarded shirt. "I'll go get the breakfast."he told her.

She watched him walk down the hall, her heart fluttering as she realized this ordinary moment was now her life.

Savannah stretched, her eyes falling on her left hand. Seeing her wedding ring still took her breath away. She ran her thumb over the smooth metal, remembering the vows they had exchanged the day before.

As the sun climbed higher and filled the room with golden light, Savannah felt a deep sense of peace while getting ready for the day. This was her forever, and it was more beautiful than she had ever imagined.

The sun poured through the big windows of the mansion, filling the rooms with a warm, golden light. Savannah came down the grand staircase, feeling fresh after her morning bath. Her hair hung straight and smooth over her shoulders, and she wore a simple yet elegant sundress that swayed gently with each step.

When she reached the bottom, her eyes were drawn to the glint on her left hand—the wedding ring. She stopped and held her hand out to look at it again. It still felt unreal, this beautiful symbol of her marriage to Blaze. She smiled to herself, her heart swelling with joy as she spun the ring around with her thumb.

The mansion was unusually quiet. Unlike Blaze's other places, which always had staff and guards around, this one felt different—a private hideaway he gave her after they got engaged. It was just for the two of them.

"Blaze?" Savannah called out, her voice echoing softly in the big empty space.

She walked through the living room and down the hall, but he wasn't there. She frowned a little. "Blaze, where are you?" she called again, seeing no sight of him anywhere in the mansion.

Author's Note :

Thankyou for reading<3

Took me a while to write those intimate scene, I wasn't planning to but thought maybe you'd want;)

Have a good day/night<3<3