The sun broke over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the sprawling streets of Savannah, Georgia, painting the skies with hues of pink and orange, their new home. Edmund had relocated his business permanently to the city, a decision driven not just by opportunity but by a desire to leave the ghosts of Manhattan behind. Here, life was slower, more serene, and filled with possibilities, a perfect setting for the honeymoon phase of their marriage.

　　The sweet aroma of blooming magnolias wafted through the air, mingling with the salty tang of the Atlantic breeze. Angela stirred in bed, her body nestled against Edmund's. His arm was draped protectively around her waist, and the heat of his skin radiated into hers. She opened her eyes to find him already awake, his blue gaze soft and adoring as he watched her.

　　It had been three months since she and Edmund had said their vows in a small, intimate ceremony in Italy. The memory of their wedding day, bathed in golden light and surrounded by a close-knit circle of trusted friends, brought a smile to her face. Now, they were building a life far away from the shadows of their past, settling into the rhythm of this vibrant city.

　　"Good morning, Mrs. Brown," Edmund murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper, his lips brushing against the curve of her neck.

　　Angela smiled, tilting her head, her heart fluttering at the sound of her new name. "Good morning, Mr. Brown."

　　He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers. It was a lazy kiss, unhurried and full of affection, the kind that came with the comfort of knowing there was no rush. They had the whole day, the rest of their lives, to enjoy each other.

　　"Savannah suits you. You look more radiant every day since we're here."

　　Angela turned in his arms, her hands sliding up to rest on his shoulders. "You're just saying that because you like seeing me in these little nightgowns," she teased, the silk fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places.

　　"Guilty," Edmund admitted with a wicked grin, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her waist. "But you make it impossible not to admire you."

　　"What's on the agenda today?" she asked, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his bare chest.

　　Edmund hummed, pretending to think. "Well, I was considering not letting you out of this bed. At least until lunch."

　　Angela laughed, her cheeks tinged with warmth. "That doesn't sound very productive."

　　"Fuck productivity! Actually, I have better option to fuck you," he countered, rolling over to pin her beneath him.

　　Angela laughed softly as his lips captured hers again, this time with more urgency. Edmund's hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer as his tongue teased hers. Angela responded instantly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she melted into him.

　　When they finally broke apart, Angela's cheeks were flushed, her breath uneven. "You sure you don't need breakfast after all the workout from last night?" she asked playfully.

　　Edmund smirked, his blue eyes glinting with mischief. "Who needs breakfast when I have you?"

　　He removed the duvet from her body to get a clear view of her naked glory. The hickeys around her breast and the reddish nipples made him feel proud of himself. Her neck was fully covered with his love bites. Some of them were old while some of them were fresh from last night.

　　He traced her breast line sensually and blew air on her nipples making her moan and he was quick to hover her. Not being able to bear his teasing, she pulled him for a deep kiss and Edmund, being addicted to her lips, just sucked her lips again and again, making her moan hard. He bit her lower lips still in the kiss and his palms found the way to cup her breast.

　　"Ahhh…" Angela arched her back as Edmund pressed her boobs tightly.

　　He pulled out of the kiss and licked her neck before placing wet kisses there. He threw the duvet in a hurry and entered her in a single thrust without any warning.

　　"Ahhhh… Baby… Yes…. Ahhh…. Ummmmmhhh.... Yes.... Deeper baby........" Angela couldn't help screaming his name continuously.

　　Edmund bit her nipples hard and thrusted deeper inside her making her feel heaven. Her moaning was making him crazy. He hit her g-spot and cummed inside her still sucking her nipples. He lied beside her and massaged her other breast without leaving the left one from his mouth....

　　"Love, please, my nipples are sore. Leave them. Umm…"

　　He groaned, still sucking on them. "How can I leave them, baby? They're so tasty. Fuck! I'm just addicted to them."

　　He kept on sucking them and rolled his tongue over the areola. He held the tip of her between his teeth and pulled them, making her moan in pain. She arched her back and curled her toes as he continued his job. Angela caressed his hair, shutting her eyes tightly while moaning his name, her lungs out.

　　Edmund left her nipples and went back to her lips, still moving in and out of her. His lips captured hers again. She didn't delay to respond to the kiss. She was melting under his hold. The world outside their bedroom ceased to exist as their kisses deepened, their bodies moving together in a rhythm only they understood.

　　Later That Morning, eventually, hunger won out, and the couple found their way to the kitchen. The sleek, modern space was bathed in sunlight, and Angela set about making pancakes while Edmund moved to the kitchen, his movements fluid and practiced as he brewed coffee.

　　The smell of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint citrus scent of the candles Angela had lit the night before. She sipped her mug slowly, her eyes following Edmund as he moved around the space. He had traded his usual crisp suits for a casual button-down shirt and dark jeans, but even dressed down, he exuded an effortless charm.

　　"Are you going to stare at me all morning, or are you going to tell me what's on your mind?" Edmund asked, not looking up from the cutting board where he was slicing strawberries for their breakfast.

　　Angela bit her lip, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Can't I just enjoy the view?"

　　Edmund glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "By all means. I'm flattered."

　　Their mornings had become a ritual, a quiet celebration of the life they were building together.

　　"You know," Edmund said, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, "I think I could get used to this, waking up with you every day, sharing quiet mornings like this."

　　Angela glanced over her shoulder, her smile radiant. "Only mornings? What about the rest of the day?"

　　He grinned, crossing the room to wrap his arms around her waist. "I'll take every second I can get."

　　She giggled as he nuzzled her neck, his stubble tickling her skin. "Edmund, if you keep this up, the pancakes are going to burn."

　　"I'll risk it," he teased, spinning her around to face him.

　　Their lips met again, the taste of coffee lingering between them. Angela sighed into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as the heat between them reignited.

　　"Pancakes can wait," she murmured against his lips.

　　After breakfast, the two decided to take a leisurely stroll through Forsyth Park. Angela wore a flowing sundress that danced in the breeze, and Edmund held her hand firmly in his, their fingers intertwined as they walked beneath the canopy of oak trees draped in Spanish moss.

　　The park was alive with activity, joggers, couples on picnic blankets, and children chasing each other in the grass. Yet, amidst the bustle, it felt like they were in their own little bubble.

　　"Do you ever think about how far we've come?" Angela asked, her voice thoughtful.

　　Edmund looked at her, his expression softening. "Every day," he said. "It's what makes moments like this so much sweeter."

　　They found a quiet bench and sat down, watching a group of artists setting up easels near the fountain. Angela leaned into Edmund's side, her head resting on his shoulder as his arm draped around her.

　　"I'm thinking of signing up for that painting competition next month," Angela said, her voice tinged with excitement.

　　Edmund turned to her, his eyes lighting up. "You absolutely should. Your work is incredible, Angela."

　　She blushed, nudging him playfully. "You're biased."

　　"Maybe," he admitted with a smile. "But I'm also right."

　　As they walked back toward their apartment, they stopped at a quaint café for hot chocolate and pastries. Angela leaned against Edmund's shoulder, their laughter filling the small space as they shared stories and dreams for the future.

　　By evening, the couple found themselves back in their apartment, their laughter still echoing from the day's adventures. Angela changed into a soft sweater and leggings, while Edmund had prepared a simple yet elegant dinner, complete with candles and a bottle of wine, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over the room.

　　"You're spoiling me," Angela said as she took her seat at the table, the soft glow of candlelight reflecting in her eyes.

　　"You deserve it," Edmund replied, his voice sincere. "Every moment of happiness I can give you, I will."

　　They curled up together on the rug in front of the fire. Edmund poured them each a glass, his eyes never leaving hers.

　　"To us," he said, raising his glass.

　　Angela clinked her glass against his, her smile radiant. "To us."

　　They sipped their wine in comfortable silence, the fire's warmth enveloping them. Angela set her glass aside and leaned into Edmund, her fingers trailing up his arm.

　　"You're staring at me again," he teased, his voice low and husky.

　　"Maybe I like the view," she replied, her lips quivering into a playful smile.

　　Edmund set his glass down, his full attention on her now. "You have no idea what you do to me, Angela. Have I told you how much I love you today?" he asked, his voice a low murmur against her ear.

　　"Only about a dozen times," Angela teased, her smile wide.

　　"Then I'm overdue," he said, his lips brushing against hers. "I love you, Angela. More than anything."

　　Her heart swelled, and she whispered, "I love you too, Edmund. Always."

　　His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin as he leaned in. Their lips met in a kiss that quickly escalated, filled with hunger and need. Angela's hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as he guided her onto the plush rug.

　　The firelight danced across their entwined bodies, their movements unhurried yet passionate. Edmund's hands explored her curves, his touch igniting sparks wherever it landed. Angela arched beneath him, her breaths coming in soft gasps as their connection deepened.

　　Hours later, they lay tangled together, their limbs intertwined as they basked in the afterglow. Angela rested her head on Edmund's chest, her fingers idly tracing patterns on his skin.

　　"Do you think we'll ever stop feeling like this?" she asked, her voice quiet in the darkness.

　　"Like what?" Edmund asked, his hand covering hers.

　　"Like we're the only two people in the world," she said.

　　He kissed her palm, his eyes warm and unwavering. "Never. I promise you, it's forever."

　　And as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, Angela believed him. Their love was a sanctuary, a beacon of light in a world that had once seemed so dark.