My Ex-wife, My Destination

Luke’s P. O. V.

After the reception and changing our clothes, we leave for our honeymoon on my private jet. As Daisy sits beside me, resting her head on my shoulder, I admire her with a smile on my face.

I still can’t believe that Daisy has become my wife again. She looked out of the world in her wedding gown, the most beautiful bride I have ever seen. I can’t get that image out of my mind.

“Luke, I’m not feeling good,” she says, raising her head from my shoulder to meet my gaze. “This is the first time I’m going somewhere without Hope.”

Even I feel a pang in my heart, leaving Hope at home, but it’s our honeymoon. We’re keeping it short and have planned a long trip with Hope next week. At first, Hope wasn’t ready to let us go alone, but after we bribed her with the promise of a special gift and extra ice cream for a week, she agreed reluctantly.

“I know, Butterfly,” I reply, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her close. “I miss her too, but it’s just for three days. And remember, we have that amazing trip planned with her soon.”

“I know, but it still feels strange. I’ve never been away from her for more than a day.” She sighs, snuggling into my embrace, sounding upset, and I don’t like it.

Also, I don’t let anyone who hurts Daisy go unpunished. Olivia is facing the consequences because she hurt my wife. After recovering from the accident, I made sure Olivia paid for her actions. I sent photos of her kissing me, taken from the restaurant’s security camera, to her husband. After having her beaten by a man, I also warned her to never come near us, or else she’ll face severe consequences next time.

Right now, I know very well how to make Daisy feel good.

“You know, Daisy, it’s our honeymoon.” I slip my hand into her sundress, caressing her thighs. “And I want to spend three days there, exploring every inch of your body. Three days, you and me are on the island. Just imagine.” I whisper in her ear, making circles on her clit over the fabric of her undies.

She bites her lower lip, closes her eyes and throws her head back, and my lips curve with satisfaction, seeing her facial expression.

My plan works. I succeed in changing her mood.

***

Our jet lands on my private island in the Caribbean, where I visited with Hope and Daisy many months ago. It was my first family trip-it was beautiful. However, at that time, I had to control my desires because Daisy was my ex-wife and angry with me. Now, she is my wife, all mine. I’ll mark every corner of that island with our love. I’ll do everything I couldn’t do last time because now there are no restrictions.

It’s a feeling of utter contentment, knowing that I finally got what I yearned for all these years: Daisy.

Five years of agony, keeping myself away from her to punish myself for the mistakes I made, are finally over. I have her back in my life, and I’m not going to waste a single moment of our time together.

“This place is so soothing and beautiful,” she says, gazing around our luxurious bedroom with its breathtaking beach view. “My favourite.”

As my eyes fall on the transparent glass wall of the bathroom, an idea strikes me to make this night special.

“For me, you’re all these things: soothing, beautiful, and my favourite, Mrs. Anderson.” I wrap my arms around her from behind and rest my chin on her shoulder.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Fuck! I love calling her Mrs. Anderson.

“Mrs Anderson,” I repeat, savouring the words as I plant a soft kiss on her neck.

She giggles, leaning back into my embrace. “It feels good to hear it.”

The sound of her giggles is my favourite melody.

She turns towards me and locks her grey eyes with my blue eyes. “Every day, I prayed to become Mrs. Anderson, your wife, since you stole my heart in our school days. And finally, after many years, I’ve truly gotten what I yearned for.” She continues, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’ve got the Luke I’ve always wanted-kind, sweet, protective of those he loves, and deeply in love with me.”

“And also the Luke who dominates you in bed.” I wink at her, pecking at her lips.

She chuckles. “Yes, that’s the best.” She moves away from me. “I need to take a shower. Do you want to join me?” she asks, her cheeks turning red.

Adorable!

This happens when a woman like her tries to be bold. They end up blushing.

I feel so fortunate to have her in my life.

“No.” As I deny her, her brows narrow in confusion.

I would love to take a shower with her, but tonight I have some other plans. It’s the first night after our marriage; I want to make it different and unforgettable.

“Okay.”

As she turns to leave, she stops, listening to my words. “Keep the curtain and door of the bathroom open. I’ll join you.”

She looks at me over her shoulder. “Why not now?”

“First, I want to watch you pleasuring yourself under the shower. When I raise my hand, you have to stop immediately, or else you’ll face the consequences.”

She smirks, her eyes glinting with excitement. “As you wish, Mr. Anderson.”

She heads towards the bathroom, leaving the door partially open and the curtain uncovered. I sit on the edge of the bed, watching her undress through the transparent wall.

Every time I look at her, I feel so lucky to have this woman in my life. Not only her body is beautiful, but her heart is made of gold. I never thought she would give me a second chance so easily and so soon.

Her cheeks turn red as she glances at me before turning on the shower. The sight of her naked body under the water is intoxicating. The water cascades down her curves, and she starts to touch herself.

I become hard as I watch her jabbing her finger in and out of her, biting her lips. It’s the first time I’m watching her pleasure herself, and it’s driving me crazy.

But as I see her legs trembling, I know she is on the edge, so I raise my hand. A smug smile flashes on my face as she immediately pulls her fingers out of herself, following my command.

She looks at me with pleading eyes, shutting her legs and trying to control the sensation between her thighs.

I rise from the bed and walk over to the bathroom, keeping my eyes fixed on her naked and wet body, begging for my touch.

I step into the shower with her, and, grasping her waist, I yank her towards me. “You did great, Mrs. Anderson. Now it’s time to reward you.”

“Yes, please.” She whispers, grinding herself against me, her eyes filled with longing.

As she is about to open my shirt button, I halt her, grasping her wrist. “Not this. Take this off.” I place her hand on the button of jeans, causing her brows to narrow in confusion.

“Why not the shirt?”

“You’ll find out soon. Now take the jeans off, Butterfly.” As I order, she immediately complies.