Chapter 351

The gentle breeze rustled through the palm trees as Timothy and I strolled along the moonlit beach, the sand soft beneath our feet. The distant sound of the waves crashing against the shore added to the tranquil atmosphere, enveloping us in a sense of serenity.

"I never expected Kamran to thank me," I murmured, my gaze fixed on the setting sun. Helping Timothy's father out of a difficult situation earlier that day had caught me off guard.

Timothy turned to look at me, a small smile playing on his lips. "My father takes his life seriously. He doesn't forget a favor easily."

I chuckled softly, leaning my head against his shoulder. "I guess I'll be feeling indebted to him for the next couple of years then," I said, teasingly.

Timothy laughed, wrapping his arm around me. "Or maybe he’ll be indebted to you," he said, his tone playful. “The best place to be in my opinion.”

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks at his words, and I shifted slightly, feeling bashful under his gaze.

"It would've been nice to have a wedding here," I said wistfully, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between us. "If it had been under different circumstances, I mean."

Timothy nodded in agreement, his expression turning thoughtful. "Yeah, it would've been," he said, his voice soft. He reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle and affectionate. "But who knows, maybe one day we'll have our own wedding here."

My heart skipped a beat at his words, my mind racing with possibilities. I turned to look at him, my eyes wide with surprise. "You mean that?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Timothy smiled, pulling me closer to him. "Of course, I do," he said, his tone sincere. "I wouldn't mind being extravagant for our wedding."

My heart swelled with love for him, and I couldn't help but lean in to kiss him softly. "I wouldn't mind that either," I said, my voice filled with warmth.

As we pulled away from each other, I couldn't shake the feeling that Timothy was suggesting something more. I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm as I broached the subject. "You know," I said hesitantly, "I wouldn't mind a wedding that was more... serene and low-key."

Timothy hummed softly, his gaze locked with mine. "Serene and low-key, huh?" he said, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "And what about a proposal? Would you want that to be quiet and intimate too?"

I felt my cheeks flush at the mention of a proposal, my heart pounding in my chest. I nodded slowly, a shy smile tugging at my lips. "Yeah, I think I would," I said softly, my voice barely audible over the sound of the waves.

Timothy grinned, leaning in to kiss me again. "Well then," he said, his voice filled with warmth, "consider it done."

My heart soared at his words, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close. In that moment, I felt like the luckiest person in the world.

But as we sat there, watching the sun sink below the horizon, a wave of emotion washed over me. The thought of almost losing Timothy to several years in prison filled me with a sense of dread and despair. I held him tighter, my eyes brimming with tears as I whispered, "I'm so glad you're here with me."

Timothy pressed a kiss to my forehead, his arms around me. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, his voice firm. "I promise."

As we continued walking, Timothy slipped his hand into mine, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. I glanced up at him, catching the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "I was kind of enjoying Costa Rica," I said with a playful grin, nudging him gently. “Minus the murder plot, of course.”

Timothy chuckled, pulling me closer to him. "Kind of?" he teased, his voice low and husky. "I could make it a little better."

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks at his words, but I didn't look away. Instead, I leaned in closer, my heart pounding with anticipation. "Maybe," I said coyly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Timothy's grin widened, and he leaned down to capture my lips in a tender kiss. It was soft and sweet, filled with promise.

"I promise to make tonight unforgettable," Timothy whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "Let's go back to the room."

His words sent a thrill coursing through me, and I nodded eagerly. "Okay," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

As we reached the end of the beach, Timothy pulled me into his arms, holding me close. "I love you, Evie," he said softly, pressing his forehead to mine.

"I love you too, Timothy.”

We stood there for a moment, lost in each other's embrace, before Timothy took my hand and led me back to the hotel. The night air was warm against my skin, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me.

When we reached our room, Timothy wasted no time in making good on his promise. He lit candles around the room, casting a soft, flickering light that danced across the walls. The air was filled with the sweet scent of jasmine, and the sound of soft music drifted through the room.

With trembling hands, Timothy reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head in one fluid motion. My breath caught in my throat as I watched, my eyes tracing the contours of his toned physique with an admiration that bordered on reverence.

As he discarded his shirt, Timothy turned to me, his gaze warm and tender. "Your turn," he murmured softly, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and affection.

I nodded, my fingers trembling slightly as I reached for the buttons of my blouse, but then he brushed my hands away and proceeded to do it on his own. With each one he undid, the distance between us seemed to shrink, until there was nothing left but the electric tension that crackled in the air.

Finally, my blouse and skirt fell to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties. Timothy's eyes roamed over me, his gaze filled with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine.

Unable to resist any longer, I stepped forward, closing the distance between us until our bodies were mere inches apart. With gentle hands, Timothy reached for the clasp of my bra, releasing it with practiced ease.

As the fabric fell away, I felt a rush of warmth flood through me, my skin tingling with anticipation. Timothy's eyes drank me in, his gaze filled with desire.

With a soft smile, he reached for my hand, leading me to the bed where we lay down together, our bodies entwined. I took his hand and guided it down the flat plain of my stomach and beneath the waistband of my panties. I didn’t need to instruct him further as he then tugged them down until they were at my ankles, then his fingers were back over my sex.

I flinched at the sensation, feeling far more sensitive than usual. It had been a while since we’d touched each other like this, separated for far too long. It became more apparent when, slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over my folds.

I threw my head back, hardly catching my breath when he leaned over my exposed breasts and started lapping and nipping at my erect nipples.

“Timothy…” I breathed, carding a hand through his wild hair.

He began rubbing my clit in small circles and I cried out once more before being silenced by his soft lips. I reveled in the taste of him, the smell, the touch…I wanted more. He worked into me with his fingers and my eyes rolled back into my head. I couldn’t prevent my hips from rising to meet his thrusts.

All too soon, the fingers drew away, and I stared up at him in a daze. He drew his slickened fingers into his mouth and sucked suggestively, making my core ache with need. I twisted eagerly into the sheets, my hands gathering up the soft material until it was knotted and wrinkled.

He came back to me, licking my lips and soon slipping his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself. Then, as I blushed and moaned beneath him, he mounted me. I grabbed his erection and brought it between my legs, not wanting to wait any longer.

It seemed his patience had worn thin as well. As I spread my legs in invitation, he drove into me, sending my body into a violent shutter. With each thrust, tears escaped my eyes and pattered gently against the pillow beneath me.

With each touch, each caress, the world fell away, leaving only the two of us in our own little bubble of bliss. I knew that this night would be one that we would both remember for the rest of our lives.