The Blackwood Curse

Chapter 2

Sarah’s POV

The reception had finally drawn to a close, leaving behind a tranquil silence that enveloped us as we entered our hotel suite. It was just Eren and me now—husband and wife. The magnitude of those words was both exhilarating and daunting, a thrilling blend of joy and responsibility.

The suite was breathtaking, bathed in a warm, golden glow. Rose petals were artfully scattered across the bed, and a bottle of champagne awaited us by the window, chilling in anticipation of celebration. It felt like stepping into a fairytale, a perfect beginning to our new chapter.

Eren closed the door gently behind us, his hand lingering on the small of my back—a touch both tender and deliberate, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.

“Finally,” he murmured, turning me to face him, his voice a soft caress.

His blue eyes met mine, filled with a deep adoration and an intensity that made my heart race. He cupped my face with gentle hands, his thumb brushing lightly over my cheek, igniting a warmth that spread through me.

“You’re breathtaking,” he said softly, his voice wrapping around me like a tender embrace. “I’ve been waiting for this moment all night.”

I let out a nervous laugh, a blush creeping into my cheeks. “It’s just me, Eren.”

“No,” he corrected, his voice low and firm. “You’re my wife now. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful.”

My breath caught as he leaned in, capturing my lips in a kiss that was unhurried and consuming, making the world around us dissolve into nothingness.

He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against mine. “Let me take care of you tonight, Sarah.”

I nodded, words escaping me as emotion welled up inside, my heart pounding with anticipation and love.

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Eren guided me to the bed, his fingers skillfully working the buttons on the back of my dress. He moved with a reverence that made me feel cherished, like something precious being unwrapped. When the dress slipped from my shoulders and pooled at my feet, I felt exposed yet undeniably safe under his gaze.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his hands tracing the curve of my waist, igniting a fire within me that I hadn’t realized was there.

He drew me close, his lips finding the sensitive spot on my neck, sending delicious shivers racing down my spine. I melted into him, my hands clutching the fabric of his shirt as he kissed his way down my collarbone. When he stepped back to remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt, I felt my pulse quicken. Eren was always handsome, but tonight, he was utterly captivating.

When he returned to me, his touch was more urgent, his kisses deeper, as though he were claiming me. He lowered me onto the bed, his weight settling over me, every kiss a promise, every touch a declaration of love.

“Sarah,” he murmured against my skin, his voice thick with emotion. “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this moment?”

I couldn’t answer; I was lost in the way he touched me, his hands exploring, his lips never straying far from mine.

He kissed his way down my body, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of me as if I were the most exquisite gift. My breaths came faster, my fingers tangling in his hair as he worshipped me with each kiss, each caress.

“Eren,” I breathed, my voice trembling with longing.

“I’ve got you,” he said, his voice steady, infused with promise.

He moved between my legs, his touch both gentle and firm, igniting a fire that spread through me like wildfire. My body arched toward him, a soft gasp escaping my lips.

“You’re mine now, Sarah,” he declared, his voice low and possessive. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

When he finally joined us together, the world around us stopped. It was slow, intimate—every movement a silent declaration of love and commitment.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against mine, vulnerability intertwining with passion.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the unease I’d felt earlier, not Axel’s cryptic words—just Eren and the promises we were weaving with every kiss, every touch, every breath.

As the night deepened, we moved together as if we were two halves of a whole, our love solidifying in a way that felt unbreakable, transcending any darkness that threatened.

When we finally collapsed into each other’s arms, the weight of the day melted away. Eren held me close, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin, as if he were etching our memories into my very being.

“I love you,” he murmured, his lips brushing my forehead with a tenderness that made my heart swell.

“I love you too,” I whispered back, my heart full, a warm glow radiating within me.

For the first time that night, I felt completely at peace, wrapped in the certainty of our love.

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But as I lay in the dark, Eren’s steady breaths lulling me toward sleep, Axel’s words crept back into my mind, a haunting echo that refused to fade:

"Nothing stays the same forever."

The weight of that truth lingered in the air, a reminder that the night’s bliss was only a fragile moment in time, and that change—inevitable and relentless—waited just beyond the horizon.