Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously-Chapter 214: A floating five-star hotel

Her jaw dropped as she looked at him, then back at the floating palace before her. "You brought me to a yacht?" she exclaimed in disbelief.

"You didn’t really think I’d let our honeymoon pass without a little magic, did you?"

Still dazed, Anne let him guide her up the teak steps. The moment she stepped onto the deck, her awe deepened. Everything around her screamed luxury—crisp white linen canopies fluttered softly overhead, sheltering sunbeds with oversized cushions. A circular seating area wrapped around a marble table where fresh fruit, macarons, and chilled champagne awaited.

She wandered further, taking in the details with her wide eyes: the infinity plunge pool at the edge of the main deck, the sweeping staircase that led to an upper level, and the cabin interior visible through sliding glass doors.

"Augustine... this is insane," she breathed. "It’s like a floating five-star hotel."

"We have the whole day," he said, brushing a kiss against her temple. "No phones, no interruptions. Just you, me, and the sea."

"Oh my God, I can’t believe this," she exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. "I never imagined I’d get to be on a yacht. This is incredible!"

Augustine couldn’t help but smile as he watched her light up with joy.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she said, her face glowing. "I’m honestly speechless. This is the most amazing surprise you’ve ever given me."

He gently brushed his fingers along her cheek. "I’ll keep trying to fill your life with happiness—and a few more surprises like this."

Anne flashed a radiant smile, her teeth like pearls. "Come on. Let’s explore," she said excitedly, pulling him along as she wandered around the yacht, her eyes wide with wonder.

They spent the morning lounging in the sun, sipping champagne as the yacht gently cruised through crystalline waters. At midday, a private chef served them on the shaded aft deck—lobster ravioli, truffle risotto, and a fruit tart.

Anne fed Augustine a bite, laughing when he pretended to swoon dramatically.

In the afternoon, they dove into the warm sea from the swimming platform, splashing each other like kids, then floated side by side, hand in hand, beneath the endless sky.

Later, wrapped in soft towels, they shared a quiet moment on the upper deck as the sun began to set.

Augustine poured her another glass of wine. "Are you happy?" he asked, searching her eyes.

Anne smiled, her heart full. "More than I ever thought I could be."

As the golden sun sank slowly into the horizon, Anne leaned her head on Augustine’s shoulder. They sat curled together on the cushioned deck lounge, wrapped in a soft blanket, listening to the rhythmic lapping of waves against the hull.

The last rays of daylight faded, giving way to a sky dusted with stars. Overhead, constellations shimmered like scattered diamonds. The moon rose, casting a gentle silver glow across the water.

Anne tilted her face to the sky, her eyes reflecting the stars above. She felt as if they had been pulled into a painting, too beautiful to be real. "It feels unreal," she murmured, dazed.

He turned to her, watching her face illuminate under the soft, dreamy light of the moon. His hand found hers, their fingers threading together. Anne’s gaze lifted to meet his. His eyes were warm, intense, and full of quiet emotion.

Her heart raced.

"You always look at me like that," she whispered. "With so much love." She looked at him nostalgically. "Sometimes I wonder: how much do you love me?"

"Endlessly," he whispered back. "You are the only thing that’s ever made sense to me."

His thumb brushed over her knuckles before he leaned in, his lips grazing hers gently. Anne melted into the kiss, her hand slipping up to cradle his jaw. The kiss deepened, their closeness unraveling every bit of restraint. The heat between them grew with every shared breath.

Augustine cupped her face as he explored her mouth. He leaned her back gently against the cushions, his body hovering above hers, shielding her from the evening chill.

Anne’s hands slipped beneath the hem of his shirt. Her touch was featherlight at first, then turned bolder. He shivered beneath her fingertips, his mouth never leaving hers.

Anne’s breath grew shallow as his lips traced a path from her mouth to her jaw, then down the hollow of her throat. She arched into him, pushing his shirt upward until he shrugged it off and tossed it aside. Her own clothing followed, piece by piece, falling to the deck.

Augustine pulled the blanket over them.

The contact of skin against skin sent a tremor through both of them. His hands roamed her body, mapping the softness of her waist, the dip of her back, the curve of her hips. She responded with moans, letting herself drown in the nearness of him, in the intensity of his kisses.

When he finally entered, Anne drew in a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the fullness. Augustine moved slowly at first, savoring each moment, each sensation. But as their bodies aligned, his rhythm quickened, growing more urgent, more instinctive.

Her legs wrapped around him, anchoring him to her. With every motion, her heartbeat increased, her senses sharpened. The sky above them blurred as her head fell back, and for a dizzying moment, she felt as though they were suspended in air, swaying up and down. It was as if the stars themselves had begun to spin.

A rush of pleasure built within her, coiling tightly until it burst free in waves that left her trembling in his arms, her moans muffled against his shoulder, her body arching beneath the weight of bliss and surrender.

Augustine followed her into that storm of release, his body tensing, then falling against hers with a breathless groan. For a long moment, neither of them moved, lost in the silence that followed.

Their heartbeats slowly returned to a quiet harmony. Anne curled against him—her leg draped over his, her head tucked under his chin. frёeωebɳovel.com

"I wish this night could last forever," she whispered.

He tucked the blanket around them and held her securely, fingertips tracing lazy circles along her spine. "As long as you are with me, in my arms, such nights will never end." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

The yacht gently rocked, lulling them into a peaceful silence.