CHAPTER 69

"I'm happy then," the little girl said before fleeing.

With what Leah had said, Anne couldn't stop laughing.

"Are you seriously laughing at your mother right now?"

"Please accept my apologies, I couldn't take it any longer. She'd been pleading for one for months and I assumed she'd forgotten about it."

"She doesn't appear to be the type to forget," she observed.

Someone then approached her and informed her that the queen desired to see her, so she left Anne and went to see her.

"Did you call for me?"

"It's time for you two to leave," the queen said.

"Are we leaving? Where are you going?"

"That's another surprise I'm not going to give away. After all, you have a honeymoon to attend to," the queen winked at her.

She had completely forgotten about the honeymoon, "I completely forgot."

"Yes, I see. In any case, the cars are already waiting for you; if you don't leave right away, you'll be late."

She was curious about where they were going but didn't ask. Dylan arrived and escorted her away. They waved at them as they exited the palace in the waiting limo.

They arrived at the airstrip, where a helicopter awaited. They climbed aboard the helicopter and took off. It took them about thirty minutes to arrive, at which point she realized they were on an island.

They were taken to the villa, which was decorated with flowers and scented candles, by people who were already on the island. It was ideal for a romantic getaway.

Dinner was served, and they ate slowly and leisurely. Dylan assisted her in removing the gown after dinner and watched it fall to the floor. Dylan undressed and carried her to the bathroom, where a hot tub awaited them.

They played in the water and washed each other's hands before leaving the bathroom wrapped in bath towels.

Dylan inserted his tongue into Violet's mouth, and she sucked his tongue in. Dylan cupped her breasts and rolled his thumb over her nipple. As he sent jolts through her body to her bud, she moaned and arched her back off the bed.

Dylan began kissing her neck and collarbone, making his way down to her breast. He lowered his mouth on her right nipple and began to suck on it, and a flick of his tongue across it made her moan aloud that she could feel herself climbing that mountain, and yet he hadn't penetrated her yet.

He started down her stomach with his tongue, making circles around her navel and dipping in for a second before moving on.

"I need to taste you," he said against her naked flesh as he dipped his tongue in her honey pot and licked all her walls.

Dylan started rolling her bud with his thumb as he continued to stick his tongue in her. She was on the verge of falling over. She began to rock against his mouth in preparation for a leap off the ledge.

It didn't take her long to find herself in his mouth. He licked her ferociously, as he didn't want to waste a single drop. He started crawling back up and lying down beside her.

She knew what he was after, so she knelt beside him and sucked him into her mouth. She made small circles around his hot head with her tongue. The more she sucked him off, the faster he thrust himself into her mouth, pushing himself deeper into her mouth.

He began to moan louder and louder until he was able to release himself into her mouth. She returned the favor and licked every drop of his cum, just as he had done for her.

She crawled up to him, licking her lips.

"You are unquestionably the right wife for me," Dylan said as she approached him.

"You are also the right husband for me," she said, kissing him softly at first, then ferociously.

Dylan rubbed her wet womanhood and slipped a few fingers inside, thrusting up and down for a few moments, much to her delight. He came to a halt, parted her thighs, and slowly pressed his shaft into her.

He began to thrust hard in and out of her as she dug her nails into his back. She started moaning and clawing at the bedsheets. This caused him to thrust faster and harder into her, and she began to shove her hips up off the bed in response to each thrust.

While things were heating up, he came to a halt and lay down on his back, saying, "on top. Now!"

She sat on him and looked him in the eyes. He grabbed her hair with his left hand, and she buried her head in his neck, gracefully lowering herself on his thick shaft. This was a completely new sensation.

Her arms tensed as each inch penetrated her, wrapping around his shoulders as he sat on the bed. He put his hands on her hips, but she maintained control of the pace. She began to move as he began to fill her. At first, the work was tedious.

Her hips moved forward just enough to maintain the proper angle. She started rocking back and forth. It was a new position for her, but she felt like a teenager and couldn't get enough of it, as if she was addicted to it.

He started filling her up to the brim and pumped hard from below, his hands gripping her hips. She couldn't help but moan louder with each thrust, this Dylan wasn't the man she remembered. He was different at the time as if he was claiming her and marking her as his.

That thought and feeling piqued her interest even further. She was getting close, so she picked up the pace, and he did as well. They both exploded and cried out their names at the same time a few moments later.

After that, it was quiet, their hearts beating in unison as they remained in that position.

"I love you, Mrs. Dark," he said as he lightly kissed her on the forehead.

"I love you too, Mr. Dark," she said, kissing him on the lips once more.

This was going to be a long and slow night; she wasn't going to squander any of her honeymoon time. She had a feeling that after her honeymoon period, she would be extremely busy, so she was going to make up for it now by spending all her time with her husband and anticipating what was to come in the coming days, weeks, months, and years. What else could she possibly need?

She smiled and kissed him once more.