This chapter is rated M.

Logan laid in bed with his wife snuggled into his side, smiling as he watched her sleep. Soon he would have to wake her so they could get packed and drive through Maui, up the Hāna Highway to Kihei. It was Thursday, June 14th, their fourth wedding anniversary, and Logan had planned a vow renewal ceremony for that evening. They would stay overnight at one of the beach resorts in Kihei, and then fly from Kahului back to Seoul on Friday afternoon.

Soo Ryeon stirred, and he pressed a kiss against her forehead. This trip had strengthened their relationship tremendously, and after everything they'd been through together, it was like a healing balm that soothed the pain and disappointments they'd endured. Logan felt deeply in love and happily reconnected to his wife, and was pleased that she had finally allowed herself to relax and enjoy their time together, free from worries about jobs, babies, or field assignments. The night before, after he'd proposed to her on the beach, he'd brought her back to the villa and made love to her slowly and tenderly, just the way she liked it. Afterward they'd talked and kissed and cuddled until he was ready again, and then they'd started over.

"That must be some daydream to cause a smile like that," Soo Ryeon's sleepy voice murmured beside him.

He smiled. "It wasn't a daydream, it was a memory," he corrected, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "I was thinking about last night."

She returned his smile with a slight flush of her cheeks. "Last night was pretty amazing," she conceded.

"Yeah," he added huskily, stroking his thumb across her face. "Happy anniversary, sweetheart."

"Happy anniversary, Logan." She stretched up to kiss him, breaking into a giggle when his stomach suddenly growled loudly. "Mmm, I think my man's hungry."

"Hungry for you," he answered, lowering his mouth onto hers again.

She indulged him for a few seconds, and then gently broke the kiss. "What would you like for breakfast?"

Instead of answering, he shook his head. "No way, you're not making breakfast. A bride shouldn't have to lift a finger on her wedding day."

"It's a vow renewal ceremony," she reminded him unnecessarily.

"Hey, don't spoil my fun," he scolded lightly. "You did all the work planning our wedding four years ago, so this time I'm taking care of everything. All you have to do is show up and be beautiful." He winked over his shoulder as he swung his legs out of bed, retrieved his boxers from the floor, pulled them on, and stood.

"Well, I'm feeling a little less than beautiful right now, so if you're cooking, I'm going to take a shower," she announced as she sat up and straightening her short nightgown. She pushed to her feet and then teetered as dizziness suddenly struck.

Logan, on his way to the bathroom, darted back to wrap a steadying arm around her waist. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked anxiously.

"Nothing, I'm okay," she assured him. "I just stood up too fast and got dizzy for a second. I'm all right now." He refused to relinquish his hold on her, so she squeezed his forearms. "Logan, really, I'm okay. I feel fine now."

He looked unconvinced. "Maybe you should eat before you take a shower," he suggested. "I don't want you to fall in there and hurt yourself."

"There's a bench in the shower," she reasoned. "If I get dizzy, I'll just sit down." She stared at him resolutely until he finally nodded.

"Take it easy, and call me if you need me, okay?" he instructed.

She smiled innocently at him. "Is dizziness the only reason I can call you? What about loneliness?"

Logan tipped his head back, fighting temptation. If they started this up again, they'd never make it to Kahului in time. He kissed the tip of her nose and then stepped away resolutely. "Breakfast will be ready in 20 minutes."

...~«ώ»~...

Soo Ryeon sighed contentedly as she stepped into the shower. She felt sleep-deprived and wonderfully well-used, with the amazing contentment that comes after a night of great sex. As she replayed the scenes of their love-making in her mind, she realized, with a measure of surprise, that she hadn't thought at all about getting pregnant. She'd simply enjoyed being with her husband, exploring his body anew, even though she knew every inch of his skin as well as she knew her own. He was truly magnificent, his body chiseled and firm and beautiful, but what touched her most was his heart. She could look into his eyes and see his very soul. She knew, without a shred of doubt, that he loved her proudly and absolutely, and that knowledge thrilled her, because she felt the same way about him. She couldn't wait to stand with him that afternoon and promise him her life and her heart. They were no longer hers to give—she'd willingly surrendered them to him years before—but her promise would be no less sincere. She loved him, and no matter what happened down the road, they'd get through it together.

...~«ώ»~...

Nearly three hours later, Logan turned into the parking lot of the resort where they'd be staying in Kihei. They'd stopped several times along the coastal highway to take in the breathtaking scenery, and Soo Ryeon had blushed cutely each time Logan had pointed out a waterfall. They'd talked and laughed and sung along with the radio, holding hands across the console the whole way.

The resort was beautiful, set right on the edge of Maalaea Bay. While Logan checked in, Soo Ryeon stood in front of the lobby's large glass panes that faced the ocean. Boats of every size, shape, and color filled the bay, and farther out, massive cruise ships dotted the horizon.

“Soo Ryeon, your room is ready." Logan stepped behind her, wrapping an arm around her middle, and pulled her back against him.

"This view is incredible, Logan," she enthused.

"I'm glad you like it," he smiled. "That's the view you'll be looking at when we get married tonight."

She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to rest their foreheads together. "No," she corrected softly, "this is the view I'll be looking at. My handsome husband."

He smiled and lowered his head to kiss her, marveling again that she was his.

"So, I couldn't help but notice that mall in Kahului," she grinned when they separated. "Do I have time to do a bit of shopping before our wedding?"

Logan checked his watch. "It's a 40-minute round trip. How much time do you need to shop?"

She shrugged noncommittally. "Depends how fast I find what I want. An hour, two tops."

He nodded. "That'll work. Do you want me to go with you? Maybe I should drive since you've had a couple of dizzy spells."

She laughed softly. Logan was sweet and protective and caring, and she realized—not for the first time—how lucky she was to have him. She smiled up at him. "No, I'll be fine. I have some important errands to take care of."

"Oh?" he inquired. "You're not planning to run off with some hot surf instructor named Sven, are you?"

"No way," she smiled. "His name is Javier…" His scandalized huff made her giggle. "I'm just kidding, babe. The only man I'm interested in meeting up with on this island is a strong, handsome man with blue eyes that match the ocean and a heart of gold."

"Sounds like quite a guy," he teased.

"He is," she said softly.

He leaned in for a brief kiss, and then handed her the car keys and one of their room keys. "You go ahead. I'll take our stuff up to the room, and then I have a few loose ends to tie up before the ceremony tonight. Try to be back by 4:00. That'll give you enough time to get ready without feeling rushed." He pulled her against his body again and dropped a kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you in a few hours, okay?"

"Absolutely," she grinned. She wouldn't miss it for the world.

...~«ώ»~...

Soo Ryeon paused when she walked into the mall, scanning the nearby shops. Spotting a directory, she rushed over, and to her relief, found what she was looking for. Since the extension of their trip to Hawaii had taken her completely by surprise, she'd left Logan's gift in Seoul, tucked safely in her dresser drawer. She'd been thinking for several days about what kind of replacement gift she wanted to get for Logan, and she'd finally struck upon an idea that she liked.

Twenty-five minutes later, Soo Ryeon walked out of the store, her purchase neatly wrapped and tucked into her purse. She moved toward the exit, but as she walked past a department store, a display of dresses caught her eye, and she couldn't resist the temptation to check it out. She'd been planning to wear her cream-colored bridesmaid dress for the vow renewal ceremony—Logan had assured her that the hotel staff would have it cleaned and pressed by the time she got back—but as she approached the racks, her breath caught. Her fingertips brushed over the filmy layers of a beautiful white dress. It had spaghetti straps and a low bustline with a satin ribbon that cinched underneath and tied in the middle. A band of iridescent crystals spread from under the bust and widened as it dipped to the back of the dress.

Before she could change her mind, Soo Ryeon pulled the dress from the rack and went into a dressing room. As soon as she put the dress on, she knew it was hers. The empire waist was flattering and feminine, and accented her breasts nicely. The satin sheath skimmed down her body to just below her knees, and was overlain with tiered layers of sheer fabric that made the dress look light and flirty, but also sexy. She pulled out her phone to check the time, and then shimmied out of the dress and draped it over her arm as she left the fitting room, heading in the direction of the lingerie section. Logan had been the one arranging all the surprises that week, and Soo Ryeon couldn't wait to unveil a few surprises of her own.

...~«ώ»~...

Logan nodded with satisfaction as he took one last glance around the suite he'd booked for the night. The manager would come in and take care of a few final details while Logan and Soo Ryeon were out that evening. Everything was in order for the ceremony, thanks to Yoon Cheol's groomsmen, who had fanned out with Logan during Yoon Cheol and Yoon Hee's reception to make arrangements with the minister, photographer, and florist. Now, Logan was dressed in tan trousers and a white linen dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. He draped his navy sport coat over his arm, thinking he might need it later in the evening after the sun went down. Patting the pocket of his Jacket to make sure Soo Ryeon's gift was tucked safely inside, he pulled the door shut and made his way to the vast lobby, where he would wait for his bride.

...~«ώ»~...

When Soo Ryeon returned to their suite, she was surprised that Logan was not there. Instead, she found a vase of flowers and a note on the dresser. Leaning her hip on the wooden furniture, she read:

Soo Ryeon, my beautiful bride—
Meet Matt, the hotel manager, in the lobby at 4:50—He'll escort you to our wedding site.
I can't wait for you to walk down the aisle, back into my arms where you belong.
I love you, baby, today and always.
Forever yours, Logan

Soo Ryeon blinked away tears as she laid the note back on the dresser. She bent to smell the white and pink flowers in the vase and realized that the stems were bound with floral tape, ribbon, and pearl pins. It was a bridal bouquet. She shook her head in amazement at the man she loved. She turned in a slow circle, taking in the beauty of the suite. The king-size bed was covered in white linens, with a canopy of gauzy white material draped above it and down each bedpost. There was a roomy sitting area with jewel-toned chairs and a matching sofa. The terrace looked out over the ocean, and in between, scores of palm trees waved in the breeze. She gathered her toiletries to shower, and was surprised yet again when she walked into the bathroom and discovered an elegant whirlpool tub that was intentionally big enough for two.

She showered quickly and applied light makeup before slipping into her new undergarments, dress, and shoes. She gathered her hair up in a loose knot and inserted pearl-tipped pins to hold it in place. She studied her appearance in the mirror, and smiled when she imagined Logan's reaction. Finally, she retrieved Logan's gift from her purse and tucked it carefully into the small bag she'd bought to match her dress, along with the hotel room key and some tissues. Ready and anxious to see Logan again, she picked up her bouquet and bag and headed for the lobby.

...~«ώ»~...

Logan stood impatiently under a canopy of blossoms in the lush tropical garden that was tucked between the hotel and the beach. The blended scent of salty ocean, fragrant flowers, and warm sunshine was intoxicating, and Logan took in the sheer beauty of his surroundings as he waited. All of a sudden, though, the beauty around him paled as he caught sight of Soo Ryeon walking toward him on the arm of the hotel manager. She was heart-stoppingly beautiful, and Logan was vaguely aware that all the air had left his lungs. She smiled when she spotted him, and for a few moments, he considered rushing up the walkway, sweeping her into his arms, and carrying her back to their room.

He shook his head, trying to get his thoughts under control, and when he looked up again, she was only a few feet away. Abandoning wedding protocol, he closed the distance between them and stood speechlessly in front of her. The hotel manager released Soo Ryeon's hand from the crook of his arm, and his movement spurred Logan into action. He took the manager's place by his wife's side, offered his arm, and covered her hand with his own. Together they stepped forward to face the minister.

"Logan and Soo Ryeon," the minister began. "Four years ago, you pledged your love and commitment to one another. You promised to love, honor, cherish, and keep one another, for better or worse, for the rest of your lives. Together you have experienced joy and pain, triumph and failure, celebration and disappointment, and you have created a home and a life together. Today, at the beginning of your fifth year as husband and wife, in the presence of God, you have come to this beautiful setting to renew your vows and to pledge, again, your eternal love to one another, in eager anticipation of whatever life may bring you."

Soo Ryeon sniffed, but she smiled when Logan squeezed her hands, never taking his eyes off of her. His own emotions swelled within him, but he held himself together for her sake.

The minister continued. "Good relationships never stop growing. Like fine wine, they get better with age. Logan and Soo Ryeon, I remind you that marriage is a precious gift, a lifelong commitment, and a daily challenge to love one another more fully and more freely. With this understanding, Logan, will you continue to take Soo Ryeon as your beloved wife? Will you continue to be a tender, faithful husband, keeping yourself only unto her? Will you continue to love, honor, comfort, protect, cherish and keep her in sickness and in health, in times of want, in times of plenty, for better or worse, for the rest of your lives?"

Emotion clogged Logan's throat, and his voice cracked slightly as he promised, "I will."

The minister's gaze shifted to the bride. "Likewise, Soo Ryeon, will you continue to take Logan as your beloved husband? Will you continue to be a loving, faithful wife, keeping yourself only unto him? Will you continue to love, honor, comfort, support, cherish and keep him in sickness and in health, in times of want, in times of plenty, for better or worse, for the rest of your lives?"

"I will," Soo Ryeon whispered. A tear spilled from her lashes and down her cheek toward the smile that trembled on her lips. Logan released her hand to brush it away with his thumb, cupping her face tenderly before reluctantly dropping his hand.

"Logan," the minister went on, "at this time I invite you to share with Soo Ryeon, in your own words, what she means to you."

Logan cleared his throat and ran his thumbs across his wife's knuckles, gathering strength from her as she smiled up at him expectantly. "Soo Ryeon, the first time I met you, I knew you would change my life, irrevocably, for the better. You have made me happier than I ever imagined I could be. You are smart and beautiful, sweet and giving, the kind of woman that makes me want to be a better man. You are the love of my life. I want to go to bed with you every night and wake up with you every morning, and make sure that you know, every day of our lives, how very much I love you."

The minister nodded and turned to Soo Ryeon. "Soo Ryeon, at this time I invite you to share with Logan, in your own words, what he means to you."

Tears swam in Soo Ryeon's eyes as she looked up at her husband. "Logan, you're everything I ever dreamed of and more. A part of me came to life when I met you, and I am grateful every day for the blessing of you. You are my strength and my protector, my lover and my soul mate, my supporter and my comforter. You make me feel safe and happy and beautiful and loved. I want to spend my whole life with you. I want to sleep in your arms and have your children and grow old with you. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, and every day of my life is better and brighter because you are a part of it. I love you, Logan."

The tears could no longer be contained, and when a choked sob bubbled up from Soo Ryeon's chest, Logan ignored wedding protocol again and pulled her into his embrace. He rubbed her warm skin and kissed her hair as she cried. She'd had some teary moments during their first wedding, but the flood of emotion that she was currently experiencing both pleased and baffled Logan. Soo Ryeon began to calm in his arms, but he held her against his chest until she squeezed his arms to let him know that she was okay. They separated, and Soo Ryeon pulled tissues out of her bag to wipe away the moisture on her face. Finally under control, she took Logan's hands and looked apologetically at the minister.

"I'm sorry," she said softly. "I don't know why I've been so emotional lately…"

"It's okay, sweetheart," Logan told her, swiping quickly at his own eyes.

The minister smiled reassuringly at them before continuing. "The wedding ring has long been a symbol of commitment and love. It is an unbroken, never-ending circle, a visible symbol of your lifelong promise to one another. Let your rings remind you of your desire for your relationship to last a lifetime. Logan, hold your wife's hand and touch her ring, the ring you put on her finger four years ago, symbolically giving it to her again, and say to her these words: 'With this ring as a symbol of my love, I recommit myself in marriage to you.'"

Logan's fingers laid lovingly over Soo Ryeon's ring as his thumb caressed the palm of her hand. "With this ring as a symbol of my love, I recommit myself in marriage to you."

Again the minister turned to Soo Ryeon. "Soo Ryeon, hold your husband's hand and touch his ring, the ring you put on his finger four years ago, symbolically giving it to him again, and say to him these words: 'With this ring as a symbol of my love, I recommit myself in marriage to you.'"

Soo Ryeon's slender fingers brushed across Logan's ring, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she remembered her conversation with Yoon Hee about the sexiness of men's wedding rings. "With this ring as a symbol of my love, I recommit myself in marriage to you."

The minister raised a hand of blessing between them. "Logan and Soo Ryeon, having witnessed your vows of affirmation and your agreement to continue living together in the bond of holy matrimony, I now declare you again to be husband and wife. Logan, you may kiss your bride."

Without hesitation, Logan swept his wife up in his arms, kissing her hard. When their mouths separated, he whispered an "I love you" against her skin and wiped a lone tear from her cheek. "No matter what happens, baby," he said softly, "this—us—it's for life. If you've ever doubted that, I hope you understand it now."

"I do, Logan," she murmured. "I will never forget this day for the rest of my life."

"Neither will I," he answered, smiling tenderly. "E hoomau maua kealoha. May our love last forever."

She bit her bottom lip, overwhelmed by the sweetness and perfection of the man before her. She wondered how long it had taken him to memorize the beautiful Hawaiian phrase. "So, now that we are newlyweds again, what comes next?"

He grinned. "Ah, the evening is young, my bride."

...~«ώ»~...

After posing for some photographs in the garden, Logan spirited Soo Ryeon into a waiting town car. Snuggled together in the back seat, Logan took the opportunity to fully appreciate the beauty of his wife's dress.

"Did I mention how spectacular you look in that dress?" he asked as his hand slid over the gauzy fabric.

"I don't believe you did," she demurred. Realizing that they would not be immediately retiring to their room, Soo Ryeon couldn't resist the urge to tease her husband. Her inner siren sprang to life, and she crossed her legs, deliberately letting the hem slide up her thigh a few inches. "Did I mention how easy it is to take off?"

Logan gulped audibly, and his jaw clenched. "No," he choked out. "You didn't."

She moved closer to him. "I was getting dressed earlier, slipping this dress over my head and feeling it slithering over me, and do you know what I was thinking about?"

Logan shook his head, unable to speak.

"I was thinking about how soon you would be taking it off of me," she whispered against the shell of his ear. "Sliding down the zipper, pulling it off me, your hands on my skin." Her hand slid up his thigh, and she smiled at his sharp intake of breath. "Wherever you're taking me right now, Logan, I want you to be thinking about undressing me every time you look at me."

Logan was utterly speechless. What had come over his shy, reserved wife? Not that he was complaining. The only thing he regretted at that moment was that he'd chartered a private two-hour sunset cruise. It would be the longest two hours of his life.

...~«ώ»~...

Despite Logan's distress, though, he found himself thoroughly enjoying the cruise. Soo Ryeon had gotten so caught up in the romance of sailing into the sunset that she'd forgone teasing him, at least for the time being. They were aboard a 49 ft. yacht with majestic sails and a two-man crew. The sailors were friendly and respectful, manning the tiller in the stern while Logan and Soo Ryeon lounged comfortably on the bow. They'd eaten a picnic-type dinner that had been simple but tasty, and when the wind picked up, Logan gathered up the leftovers and wrappers. He pushed to his feet and made his way to the hatch, where he ducked inside to properly dispose of the trash. On the way out, he stopped to chat with the men, marveling at their impressive knowledge of sailing.

When he worked his way back up to the bow, he saw that Soo Ryeon was standing in the forward pulpit at the very tip of the bow. She was barefoot, and the wind tugged at the loose tendrils of hair that framed her face. Her beautiful white dress swirled around her legs, giving him a tantalizing view of the gentle curves of her body. Logan stood behind her, mesmerized as he watched her. She shook her head to brush the hair off her face, and more dark curls escaped the confines of her twisted hairdo. Logan thought she looked like a mythical sea creature, a mermaid, perhaps, or a nymph.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said to announce his presence. She turned and smiled at him, and it struck him how deeply content she looked. After a moment she turned back to the ocean, and Logan slid his arm around her waist and pressed her against the railing with his body. Caged by his arms and body, she dropped her head back into the hollow of his shoulder and sighed happily.

"Thank you so much for this, Logan," she gushed. "It's incredible. I can't think of a better way to spend our anniversary."

"Neither can I," he murmured. "As long as I'm with you, that's all that matters. I love you, baby."

She turned in his arms. "I love you too." Her eyes widened as she remembered something. "I have something to give you. Just remember that your real gift is at home."

Pushing past him, she went to retrieve her purse and pulled out the wrapped package. She hesitated for a moment, worrying that he wouldn't like it, before resolutely handing him the gift. Excitedly he tore away the wrapping and opened a small box to reveal a long chain. The thick, masculine charm that hung on it was engraved, and he held it in his palm to read it. Kanunu, it said. He turned it over and read the other side: Ku'u lei.

"What does it mean?" he asked. He recognized that the words were Hawaiian, but didn't understand their significance.

"Kanunu means 'the strong one,'" she explained softly. "You have always been the strong one in our marriage, protecting me and taking care of me. I love that about you." She paused, looking out over the waves, and then looked back at him. "Ku'u lei means 'my beloved.'" She shrugged self-consciously. "It's sort of a good luck charm, I guess, but if you don't want to wear it, I understand…"

"I love it," he insisted, "and I love that its meaning is a special secret between us." He lifted it onto his neck and fastened it. The chain was long, and the charm hung down between his pecs. Making sure she was watching, Logan lifted the charm to his lips and kissed it, and then dropped it below the open collar of his shirt. "I'll keep it close to my heart, as a special reminder of you and our marriage."

She bit her bottom lip as she looked up at him, pleased that he'd understood her intent. He pulled a small package from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Logan," she protested. "You didn't have to get me anything! Everything you've planned, the vow renewal, this yacht…"

He silenced her with a finger on her lips, and nudged the package into her hands. She pulled off the paper and ribbon and found a box, similar in size to the one Logan had just opened. Soo Ryeon opened it and gasped. Inside was a delicate gold charm bracelet with three small charms attached. She brushed her finger across each one, wondering at the words engraved on them. Logan took it from her open hand and fastened it on her wrist. He picked up the first charm and turned it over.

"Hiwahiwa means 'precious or beloved,'" he told her before moving on to the second charm. "Aloha nui loa means 'all my love.'" He shifted the bracelet to reveal the third charm. "Mau Loa means 'forever.' I couldn't decide on one, so I got all three."

When Logan's gaze lifted from the bracelet to his wife's face, he found her eyes swimming with tears. Without another word, he pulled her into his arms. She snuggled against his chest.

"Isn't it funny how similar our gifts for one another are?" she mused.

"Not really," he shrugged. "This has been a special trip for us, so now we both have reminders of our time here and how we feel about each other right now." He nuzzled her neck and brought his lips against her ear. "And right now, I'm thinking about exactly what you told me to think about."

"What's that?" she feigned ignorance.

"Taking this dress off of you," he replied.

She looked up at his tense face and laughed. "All in good time, my dear. Good things come to those who wait."

"Oh, good things will be coming, all right," he replied with deliberate emphasis. She shivered, causing him to chuckle, and before things could go any farther, he turned her again to face the sunset. He draped his sport coat over her shoulders and then slid his arms around her, lacing their fingers together. She turned her head to look at him, and he kissed her temple. "That's a promise, sweetheart."

...~«ώ»~...

When they returned to their hotel suite, Logan had another surprise waiting, thanks to the hotel manager. The whirlpool tub in the bathroom was filled with scented bubbles and sprinkled with red rose petals. Candles flickered around the perimeter of the bath, and a bottle of sparkling cider sat chilling in a bucket of ice.

"Logan…" Soo Ryeon gasped in amazement. Logan's hands ghosted down her bare arms, and he turned her slightly to the right so she could see their reflection in the mirror. He stood behind her, and she watched, wide-eyed, as his lips descended on her neck and his hands trailed up her sides to cup her breasts.

"This dress," he mumbled against her skin, "has been driving me crazy all evening. Your breasts, just begging me to touch them…"

A low moan gurgled up her throat as he yanked at the ribbon under her bust, loosening the top of the dress. Wasting no time, he dipped his fingers underneath the material, kneading and plucking her breasts as she struggled to stay on her feet. She tried to turn, to pull him into closer contact with her, but he shook his head.

"You've been teasing me, sweetheart," he said sternly, catching her gaze in the mirror. "You've been talking about how easy this dress is to take off, so you're going to watch me do it."

Keeping one hand on her breasts, Logan moved her hair and dipped his mouth again to suck her neck. She got so lost in the sensation that Logan's hand on her back took her by surprise.

"Open your eyes, baby," he murmured. She did, and soon felt the tug of her zipper, moving downward at an agonizingly slow pace. Logan's head disappeared from behind as she watched in the mirror, and she felt his lips as they trailed a blazing line of fire down her back, following the zipper's path. When he reached the end of it, he straightened again, catching her gaze in the glass. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed her straps down her arm, first one, and then the other. The dress pooled at her feet as he groaned.

"No bra, Soo Ryeon?" he scolded. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"It's built into the dress," she managed to explain. Her thoughts scattered as she saw Logan's hands close over her bare breasts and his mouth resettled on her neck.

"Do you like watching me touch you?" he asked.

"Y-yes," she stammered.

One hand slid down to the tiny waistband of her panties, and he made a sound of mock-disapproval.

"If I'd known you were wearing such dirty little panties, we'd have been back in this room hours ago," he growled. "I thought I was marrying a sweet, innocent girl, not a woman who wears panties like this under such a pretty white dress."

She curled her lip saucily and winked at him in the mirror. "I hope my dress didn't fly up in the wind so the sailors could see my panties," she pretended to worry. She shuffled backwards, purposely rubbing her backside against the impressive erection that strained against his zipper. "Of course, even if they saw it, they'd have no way of knowing how wet I am."

As if to confirm her statement, Logan's hand dipped inside her panties and touched her intimately. He growled in her ear. "Who have you been thinking about to make you so wet?" he demanded.

"Oh, a man that I married today," she teased. "I can't tell you any more than that—I'm just a sweet, innocent girl, after all." Feigning indifference, she avoided his eyes in the mirror and reached up to pull a pearl-tipped pin from her hair. He watched, his hands stilling, as curls fell with each pin she loosened. Finally, she spoke his name, and he met her eyes in the mirror.

"Take your clothes off," she ordered.

"What?" he asked with surprise.

"You heard me," she went on. "Maybe I'm not so sweet and innocent after all. You've been calling the shots all day, and I think it's time that I take control. Take off your clothes."

He did so while Soo Ryeon slipped into the bathtub and languidly rubbed her hands over her wet body. He moved forward and dipped one foot into the water, preparing to slide in with her, but she stopped him.

"Did I say you could get in the tub?" she asked sharply.

"No," he said meekly, getting more and more turned on by this sexy, sassy side of Soo Ryeon.

"Sit down on the side of the tub," she demanded, and he pulled a towel over to sit on. Water covered his legs up to the top of his knees, and Soo Ryeon pushed them open as she slid in between them. She sat on her knees in the water and slid closer to his waist. He reached for her, but she batted his hands away. "No touching!" she scolded. "And keep your eyes open, just like you told me to."

He started to answer, to say something teasing, but the words fell right out of his brain when her hand closed around his penis. Air hissed out from between his teeth, and he rested back on his hands, watching her work him.

After a few minutes, she suddenly loosened her grip and dipped down in the water up to her neck. Before he could ask what she was doing, she slid back up to her previous position, her breasts now covered with silky bubbles. She pushed his legs farther apart and moved closer, grabbing his shaft again and rubbing the head against her slick nipples.

"Oh…" he moaned, tipping his head back. She inched closer and captured his erection in the valley between her breasts, pressing them together and sliding up and down. Logan thought vaguely that there was a pretty good chance he would die from the pleasure she was giving him, although he couldn't think of a better way to go. His death became imminent when she stopped her movement and captured the head of his penis between her lips. Her breasts still encased his shaft, and he knew that if he didn't stop her, he would be in serious trouble.

"Baby…" he grunted. She looked up at him, her lips still circling his tip, and he squeezed his eyes shut in agony. He wanted to come so badly it hurt, but he didn't want it like this. He stood on shaky legs and lowered himself into the tub, pulling her against his side to buy himself some time.

She seemed to understand, and sweet, innocent Soo Ryeon was back, tipping her head up to kiss him. Their kisses started soft, and grew increasingly deeper and harder, their tongues plunging into each other's mouths as pants and moans rumbled in their throats.

Finally, Logan could take it no longer, and he grabbed her hips, pulled her onto his lap, and plunged inside her. Her lips formed an 'o' of surprise, and she tried to shift, but he held her tight against him, his penis completely swallowed up by her body.

"Are you a dirty girl who likes to ride men's cocks?" he asked, slipping back into their game. He half-expected her response to be shy and apologetic, so he was flabbergasted by her reply.

"I like feeling your cock all the way inside me," she whispered. "Making me wet and horny and desperate to come. You knew I was wearing those panties, and you knew that I would let you take them off of me."

Impossibly, his penis grew even harder inside her, stretching her. "You knew I wanted to take them off," he murmured, pulling her closer so her wet breasts flattened against his chest. "You seduced me. You're obviously more experienced than I thought you were."

"You're right," she hissed in his ear, turned on beyond belief by their sexy talk. "I wasn't a virgin when you married me today. I know how to please my man." His hands grasped her backside, and with a whimper, she ended their charade. "And if my man doesn't start moving right now, I'm going to go find one who will!"

In response, Logan lifted her up, so that only the tip of him remained at her opening, and then slammed her back down on his lap, causing the water to splash over the side of the tub. She cried out at the ecstasy of it, her climax building closer and closer as he continued his rough thrusts. Logan watched her face, knowing she was close, and suddenly halted his movement, resting again with his penis buried inside her. Her eyes flew open, looking almost murderous that he would cut her off like that. Instead, he settled his hands on her waist and leaned back a bit.

"Ride me, baby," he instructed softly. Her eyes widened, but her hands quickly settled on his shoulders as she raised and lowered herself on his shaft. She was desperate for release, and she plunged down hard and stayed there, keeping their hips together as she scooted back and forth and circled on his penis, letting it stroke her inner walls as she nearly sobbed with need.

The angle wasn't quite right… and then Logan shifted, and white light exploded in Soo Ryeon's vision as his penis rasped against her G-spot. She screamed his name, unable to discern between pain and pleasure in the storm of sensations that drowned her. Choked sobs burst from her chest as she clung to him, wondering if the waves of pleasure would ever stop. Her legs shook, and she was grateful that Logan's powerful thighs were holding her up.

When she finally began to calm, she noticed that Logan was shaking, still hard inside her. She opened her eyes to see him, realizing that he was holding back for her. Their gazes met, and she nodded silently. That was all he needed, and he quickly lifted her off his lap and flipped her so that she stood in the water, her hands braced on the tiled wall. His knee dipped between her thighs to spread them, and then, tucking himself behind her, he reentered her with one sleek stroke. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist to hold their bodies together, and he grunted with each thrust.

"Soo Ry-eonnnnn," he chanted in rhythm with his movements. She felt the chain she'd given him slapping against her bare back. Understanding the torture of his need, she reached back, sliding her hand between their joined bodies, and cupped his sac. He cried out, a long, guttural groan as wave after wave of semen spurted inside her. He held her there, pushed against the wall, until his tense muscles began to loosen and he sagged against her. She wasn't sure how long they stood there, joined, before he sighed and slowly withdrew. Before she could speak, he lifted her, stepped carefully out of the tub, and carried her to the massive bed, which was also covered with rose petals. Reaching down, he pulled back the covers and lowered her onto the satin sheets before climbing in beside her and gathering her in his arms.

"E hoomau maua kealoha," he murmured into her hair.

"It will, Logan," she agreed. "Our love will last forever."

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