Chapter 225: Perfect For Each Other

[Warning: Mature Content]

Vyan traced a delicate line down her side, his lips grazing over the faint scar nestled just beneath her ribs. "It's funny," he murmured, the words a whisper against her skin. "I thought I knew you. But there is so much more beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered."

His fingertips hovered over the jagged mark, lingering as if it held secrets he longed to uncover. "A battle wound?" he asked, his voice a mixture of reverence and curiosity, the kind that only deepened the connection between them.

Iyana met his gaze, a playful gleam in her eyes, lips curving into a smile that was both bold and vulnerable. "Do you find it repulsive?" she teased, though a hint of past insecurities still lingered in her words.

When her memories were lost, she had worried about this scar, feeling as if it marked her as less than perfect—especially in a world where physical flaws were barely tolerated, and as Easton's future bride, she was expected to be flawless.

But with Vyan, she had never needed to hide. He, too, bore his own scars, including the prominent one etched across his forehead, a mark he once hid out of fear of being judged or bullied. Now, though, he wore it with pride, a badge of courage that suited the man he had become.

She loved that about him—how he had grown into someone unafraid, someone who embraced his imperfections with unapologetic confidence.

As if reading her thoughts, Vyan chuckled, a comforting sound that made her feel as if the two of them were the only people in the world. "Repulsive? Hardly. You should be proud. I know I am." His fingers continued their gentle exploration, tracing each curve, every scar and freckle, as though he were learning the map of her, savoring every piece of her story.

To him, each mark, every imperfection, was a chapter worth cherishing.

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Vyan's eyes sparkled with mischief as he whispered, "You are so responsive. It's as if your body already knows me, every inch, every touch." His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, each stroke drawing a gasp from Iyana as she instinctively arched into him.

He took his time, savoring each shiver and sigh, as if her every reaction was a secret meant only for him.

"You sure are taking your sweet time, aren't you?" she cried out, her breath catching as she neared the edge, threatening to fall apart beneath his fingers alone.

Vyan smirked, his gaze never leaving hers. "Oh, I fully intend to. This isn't something to be rushed."

With a graceful ease, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, leaning down with an intensity that set her skin ablaze. He let his lips and tongue explore her most sensitive places, tasting every part of her with an almost worshipful devotion.

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"Shit, shit, does it hurt? I am so sorry," Vyan let out urgently, the sight of her tears catching him off guard. His movements stilled, concern flashing across his face as he searched hers for any sign of discomfort.

"No, no," Iyana replied quickly, reaching up to brush his cheek, "it doesn't. Stay right where you are." She took a few steadying breaths, letting herself settle, then a small chuckle escaped her lips.

"What's so funny?" he asked, tilting his head, curiosity mingling with his lingering worry.

"I just remembered something from the past," she said with a smile, her eyes sparkling. "But I will tell you later—it's not important right now."

"Way to make a guy insecure," he grumbled, feigning offense as his eyes narrowed playfully.

"Oh, I wasn't laughing at you," she assured him, the amusement in her voice undeniable. But his exaggerated eye roll only made her laugh harder, and she reached up, pulling him down by the nape of his neck to meet his lips in a gentle, treasuring kiss.

"Please, Vee," she murmured softly against his lips, "you are perfect. Now, will you continue? Because I can't wait for more." Her words wrapped around him like a promise, pulling him back into the moment.

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"You… you won't leave me, right?" Iyana breathed, her voice a soft whisper as Vyan surfaced from their passionate kiss, their bodies moving rhythmically together, perfectly in sync.

A tear slipped past her eye as she asked, "We have a future together, don't we?" She gently caressed his face, her fingertips tracing the strong lines of his jaw, searching for the unspoken emotions hidden behind his eyes.

He captured her hand, pressing it against his chest, allowing her to feel the wild rhythm of his heartbeat echoing her own. "Yes, we do. I will make sure that everything you dream for us comes true, Iyana, starting from getting married to growing old together."

Iyana wasn't sure if his words were merely sweet nothings or not, but he didn't give her the time to ponder as he leaned down to capture her lips again, and they moved together in perfect harmony.

He quickened his pace, pulling them both toward a crescendo that left her mind incapable for stringing together any coherent thoughts.

———

"How are you so perfect for me?" His hands cupped her curves, fingers tracing the softness that seemed crafted just for him. His tongue flicked teasingly over her hardened nipple, eliciting out a restrained moan from her.

He shifted to give attention to the other side, and Iyana's vision returned to a bit of normalcy from being blurred with white-hot stars. "Will you just give me what I want?"

Vyan grinned up at her, his eyes dancing with smug satisfaction, but before he could retort, she flipped the tables, pushing him down onto the mattress and straddling him with a fierce gleam in her eyes.

Placing a firm hand on his bare chest, she leaned in close, a smirk on her lips. "Since you aren't willing to hand yourself over to me nicely, I can take over you myself."

"Oh?" He arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, his hands moving behind his head as he lay back in surrender. "Be my guest, then."

The challenge lingered between them, thick and heady, as it was her turn to lead, and she was more than ready to make him feel every ounce of the desire he had ignited in her.

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"I never knew you were ticklish," Iyana teased, her fingers finding a sensitive spot along Vyan's side. He flinched, laughter spilling out of him, breaking the tension between them in the most effortless, beautiful way.

As he wriggled, attempting to squirm out of her reach, she only tightened her grip, pulling him back into her playful grasp. It was a reminder that even in the intensity of their moments, there was always space for light-hearted joy and fun.

His laughter was infectious, echoing in her ears as she let out a low chuckle of her own, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She nipped at his skin, earning another flinch and another laugh, his hands trying—though not too convincingly—to push her away.

"Oh, no, you don't," she murmured, holding him close as they both laughed, breathless and flushed. Their laughter melted into each other, and as he surrendered to her tickles, their shared joy wove a new layer of intimacy between them, making the moment even sweeter.

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"You are staring again. What's going through that mind of yours?" Iyana asked playfully, a teasing lilt to her voice.

Vyan continued to hover above her, his gaze drinking her in like a fine wine.

His eyes traced the delicate curve of her flushed face, the way her messy hair fanned out around her, down her glistening neck, where faint bites adorned her skin like nature's delicate brushstrokes. Each detail was a masterpiece, and the magic in his gaze made it difficult for her to think; it was as if he could see straight through to the very core of her soul.

"I am only trying to memorize everything about you," he finally replied, a hint of seriousness creeping into his playful tone. "But it seems I might need a lifetime, though."

With that, his lips found hers, the kiss tender at first but deepening as he pressed into her.

Iyana let out a soft sigh against his lips, her affection spilling forth as she whispered, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, more than you can imagine," he murmured back, his voice rich with sincerity.