Cruel Sanctuary

Chapter 33

! Sexual content !

Married life with Owen has deemed not to be too intolerable. A mere few weeks ago, the wedding day was a complete success and, afterwards, we set off to the island oasis named Kamalame Cay by the picturesque Andros Great Barrier Reef in the heart of the beautiful Bahamas. I don't know what I was quite expecting but it was definitely not a paradise villa in one of the prettiest places on Earth! Neither Owen nor myself were aware of our future destination until our parents handed us our tickets, reservations and brochures as to our whereabouts. 

Our honeymoon was magical! Due to the circumstances of our unity, it was surprising that our time together was simply the same as it would be for any other couple. It was definitely uncomfortable to begin with but our hopes were heightened as we bonded over our mutual adoration for our residence. Upon observation, I have come to the conclusion that Owen is much more amiable when he is away from home; somewhere he doesn't have a 'reputation' to uphold. 

I'm not sure whether it is the champagne in our systems or just the magic of the Bahamas but we cannot keep our hands off each other. Judging by the tiny amount of champagne that passed our lips at dinner, I suspect it to be the latter. 

As Owen's lips crash against mine, he kicks the door to our villa shut with his foot, leading to a loud bang which only makes me drag him closer to him. As we duck away for a few seconds of oxygen, I can see my lipstick smeared across his puffy lips and so I press them together to claim what is mine. 

Desperately, we both make our way to the bedroom, our hands roaming each other's bodies until I reach to his shirt, ripping open the buttons as he helps to shrug it off. Owen then grabs the top of my sleeveless dress and yanks it down my body, pooling at my ankles as I step out of it. He unclips my lacy bra and flings it onto our pile of clothes and tears my underwear down my legs, allowing me to kick them to the side, leaving me bare. 

His ravishing eyes roam around my body as he murmurs, "You're fucking gorgeous, Sky," Claiming my lips with his once more, his hand resting on my breast, applying enough pressure to allow a moan to escape from my lips. My hands fiddle with the clasp of his trousers before I manage to drop them to the floor and, within a few swift and sudden movements, his underwear are discarded and we are both left open to the elements and each other's gaze. We stare at each other's bodies, engulfing every aspect like we are to be examined on them later. 

After a few seconds, Owen pushes me onto the bed, hovering over me and I feel him hard on me and I smirk in satisfaction, my back arching so our bodies meet with flames. Whilst we are entangled, I ensure my head is buried comfortably on a pillow, "I want you so bad, Owen," I mumble, nibbling on my lip and he stares at me adoringly, his hand resting between my legs, "Are you sure?" He asks and I nod before he plunges two fingers inside of me, immediately locating my spot, encouraging a barrage of moans to escape my lips as he pulses, my hips bucking, my back arching until I can feel myself tightening around his fingers and I let out a final sigh of content. 

Wanting more, I reach over to the bedside table and hand him a condom, allowing him to rip the packaging open and slip himself into it, planting heavy kisses all over me as my chest heaves below him. I pull his body closer to mine, kissing him again. Owen teases me as he lines himself up before eventually pushing himself inside of me, allowing me time to adjust to his size, "Fuck, Owen," I grunt out, allowing myself the chance to mould to him as he begins to thrust in and out, immediately hitting my spot as I moan his name repetitively, "Fuck, Sky, you're incredible," He breathes out to me as I gasp, my back arching into him. 

His head ducks down to my neck, sucking on the area, undoubtedly leaving marks behind but I do not care, I only care about his sensuous touch. He thrusts, my legs tangled around his waist as we both breath heavily. He moves his lips to mine like a battle of tongues, one of my free hands tugging at his hair, the other clawing at his back. We moan into the space around us and I only thank God that we have no neighbours around us. Owen speeds up, letting me know he's getting close.