𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 i have loved you the moment your eyes met with mine, and i don't think i will ever love anyone like i love you
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BELLA AND EDWARD had happily allowed the new married couple use their island for their honeymoon. And being wonderful people, they had built an extra house on the other side of the island so that they wouldn't have to share the same bed as the other couple.
"This is so beautiful," Ophelia breathed out as they walked into the house. It much like the Cullen's back in Forks, just one story, and even more open due to it being on an island. "I love it. I am so happy that Bells and Edweirdo allowed us to come here, and even built a house for us, too."
"Me too." Dean came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him as they looked out the late window, at the ocean.
The sunset casted an orange and pink reflection on the water, making it look like a painting, something that couldn't be real.
"Do you want to go swim?" He asked with a grin as he whispered in her ear. She moaned as his hands moved down her stomach and to her hips, and then up again. "Or do you want to stay here?"
She smirked. "I want to swim." She turned around in his arms, and looked up at him through her eyelashes. "Let me change first, love."
"Alright," he sighed and then winked at her. "Hurry up." He opened up the sliding door and made his way towards the beach, taking off his clothes as he did so.
Ophelia smirked before turning to the bed and jumped on it, doing a little dance in vamp speed. "I'm married!" She squealed to herself before falling back onto the bed, letting out a content sigh. "I'm married." She smiled and looked at the ceiling. "Ha! Screw you father and mother. Here you thought no one would love a monster like me." She rose a brow and got up off the bed before going to her suit case, and pulling out a very revealing black two piece bikini.
She quickly made her way outside as Dean dived into the water, his feet making a big splash. She chuckled and smiled at her husband.
Husband.
Her smile widened as she realized that Dean wasn't just her boyfriend or fiancé anymore, he was her husband. Her soulmate. The man who she was going to stay with for the rest of their life.
As she walked through the sand, she wiggled her toes and sighed in content. The sand was still warm on her feet, even though the sun had disappeared. She relished in the feeling for a moment, wishing La Push's sand was this warm.
When she finally reached where the water started, she smirked as she saw Dean facing away from her. She got into the water as quietly as she could, and then went under. Opening her eyes, ignoring the burn from the salt water, she vamp-swan towards him, dragging him under the water. She had faintly heard him let out a yell before he was pulled into the water by her.
Coming up for air, Ophelia smirked as Dean flailed around for a moment longer before coming up, and looking around with wide eyes. He then saw her chuckling and he glared.
"That was you?!" He exclaimed and she could her his heart pounding in his chest. She laughed even more and smirked his way. "Oh, you're so going to get it!"
He swam towards her and she wasn't expecting him to dunk her, but he did. And when she came back up, he was laughing now and she was glaring.
"Dean Winchester," she spat out before she dunked him.
They continued to dunk and splash water at each other for a few hours, laughing and making jokes. It was such a beautiful moment.
IT WAS LATER that night and they were now out of the water, standing at the edge of the beach where the water touched the land.
"I can't believe it," she murmured as she laid her head on his shoulder as they stared out at the ocean and the stars.
"That we're married and on our honeymoon?" He asked, wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Yeah. It feels like a weird dream," she told him. "I never thought I would have a happy life. Especially after my mother and father put it in mine and my siblings heads that we were pathetic and worthless, and that no one would ever love a monster."
"Well, they sucked and now they're dead. They don't have a say in your life or the way you are. You're an amazing person, Ophelia, and so is the rest of your family. You are your own person and I fell in love with you for a reason."
"I love you, husband," she told him, grinning as she said 'husband'. It sounded weird coming from her, but it was a good kind of weird.
"I love you too, wife."
They stood in silence for a minute, listening as the waves broke against the shore. The moon was shining onto the water, casting a glow that allowed the two to see the ocean in front of them rather than just darkness. It was nice to know that they were the only two on the island and wouldn't be interrupted by anyone.
And with that thought, Dean sweeped his wife off of the sand, and started to carry her towards the house.
"What are you doing?" She chuckled through the question, but not fighting him as she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Taking my wife to bed so I can fuck her as a married man now," he grinned through his words and she snorted.
Suddenly, she went flying backwards, and she landed on the bed with a laugh, the air being knocked out of her. Then, Dean's face appeared above her, and kissed her.
[ WARNING, SOME SMUT ]
Dean lowered his hand from beside her, to between her legs. She moaned as he ripped off her bikini bottom, and then thrusted his fingers inside her. She grabbed onto his back, and scratched, her marks healing almost immediately. Their tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing her breathing with every thrust, hearing her moans timed to his body.
Then all at once, he stopped and kissed from her breasts to her stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching her reaction with dilated green eyes, feeling how her legs moved, watching her body writher.
He tells her he's going to make her beg for it and she just lets out a moan, unable to articulate a response.
In seconds he's on her again, fucking her harder, just long enough to intoxicate her mind before stopping again.
Ophelia opened her eyes she just realized that she had closed, and growled at him as he simply just grinned at her. In lightening speed, he was on his back, and she was on top of him, kissing him hard before putting him inside her, and riding him until he moaned her name.
They stayed doing that the rest of the night, and they couldn't be more glad that no one else was on the island that could hear them.
