The moon hung low over the vast island, casting a silvery glow across the private infinity pool that overlooked the endless turquoise sea.
Celine enjoyed the view from the balcony, the cool breeze blowing over her skin, she closed her eyes to take in a deep breath with a soft smile on her face.
Their honeymoon villa was a sanctuary of polished teak, sheer white linens, and the soft murmur of waves against the cliffs below.
Tristan and Celine had barely left the suite since arriving two days ago, they were now newlyweds still drunk on the vows they'd exchanged.
The air was thick with the scent of plumeria and salt. Celine stood on the wide balcony in nothing but a delicate silk robe the color of champagne, the fabric whispering against her skin as the warm breeze teased it open. Tristan stepped behind her, his bare chest brushing her back. He was tall, and solid, his presence always made her feel both safe and deliciously claimed.
