Possessive InLove

Chapter 31: Honeymoon Time

Chapter 31: Honeymoon Time

Rena's POV

The air was warm and fragrant as we stepped out onto the private beach, the soft glow of lanterns casting a romantic light over the secluded shore. This was it—our honeymoon. After all the chaos, all the uncertainty, we were finally here, alone together in paradise. Filip had spared no expense. The villa he had arranged was nestled between lush palm trees, with the ocean waves lapping gently at the shore just beyond our door.

"Do you like it?" Filip asked, his voice filled with that familiar intensity as he slipped his hand into mine.

I smiled, looking around at the opulent surroundings. "It’s beautiful, Filip. More than I ever expected."

He pulled me close, his arm snaking around my waist as he led me toward a set of loungers that had been set up near the water’s edge. "Nothing is too much for you, Rena. You deserve this, and more."

There was that possessiveness again, the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. A part of me found it overwhelming, but another part—perhaps the part of me that had grown used to it—found comfort in his intensity.

We sat together, the waves crashing softly in the background as the night sky twinkled with stars. It was just us—no business calls, no distractions, no one else but him and me. For once, I let myself relax fully, leaning into his embrace.

"This place feels like a dream," I murmured, my head resting against his shoulder. "It’s like we’ve stepped out of reality."

Filip’s hand moved gently up and down my arm, his touch sending a shiver through me. "That’s exactly what I wanted. No interruptions, no one to disturb us. Just you and me, the way it’s supposed to be."

I turned my head to look up at him, meeting his intense gaze. "Always so sure of yourself," I teased, though there was no denying the flutter in my chest.

"You’re mine, Rena. That’s never going to change." His voice was low, possessive, as he tilted my chin up to meet his lips in a slow, deep kiss.

I melted into him, letting the rest of the world slip away. This moment was ours, and nothing else mattered.

After a few moments, he pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. "Come with me," he said, standing and pulling me to my feet.

We walked along the beach, the soft sand beneath our feet and the cool breeze brushing against our skin. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting everything in a silvery glow. It was the most romantic setting I could have imagined.

He led me back to the villa, where the bedroom had been transformed into a scene from a fairy tale. Rose petals were scattered across the bed, and candles flickered softly on every surface, casting a warm, golden light over the room. It was perfect, every detail carefully planned.

"I wanted everything to be perfect for you," Filip whispered, his hands sliding to my waist as he pulled me close again.

"It is," I whispered back, my heart swelling with emotion. "It’s more than perfect."

His lips found mine again, more insistent this time, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. There was something different in the way he kissed me tonight, something deeper, more possessive. This was our time—our honeymoon—and I knew he wanted to savor every moment.

As we fell into each other’s arms, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only us, wrapped in the warmth of our love, ready to start the next chapter of our lives together.

And in that moment, as the night carried on, I knew I was exactly where I was meant to be—by Filip’s side, forever.