"This isn't here the last time we went…" Ingrid exclaimed.

"Hmmm… d'you remember that time when I asked you about this place?" Ingrid simply nodded and recalled their conversation that time . . . . .

. . . . . .

"WOW!! Gos.h.!.+ The view, this is breathtaking! How did you find this?"

"I did not just find it, but I am planning to buy this."

"Are you kidding me?!"

"Yeah, I am serious, after with so much consideration I'll buy this place. But tell me, what do you think of this place? Is this worth investing?" Clifford asked

"If for business, such as overview hotels, restaurants are possible, but I think this place is perfect for a home."

. . . . .

Clifford guided her as she walks nearer to the building to have a closer look of their two-storey luxurious home. As she enters the premises Ingrid vividly remembered that memorable day. And this is what exactly she envisioned at that moment. . .

A perfect resort-like house that provides natural breeziness and has the perfect ambience to enjoy a stress free lifestyle. In front is an infinity swimming pool balanced by the delicate screen pattern and soft landscaping.

The house is design to automatically light up if it's getting dark and it transforms to a glowing lantern. When they entered, they are welcome by the living room that has a high ceiling and it connects with the dining room. The undivided dining and living room enhances the feeling of light-heartedness, a positive thing. Gorgeous chandeliers hang from the ceiling, creating a spectacular atmosphere, especially at night.

Ingrid still could not contain her excitement that she went upstairs and look around and opened some bedrooms and her attention is caught by the steel curtain, like smooth embroidery wrapping each room. This adds a touch of sophistication and it provides a decent amount of privacy.

Turning around she tightly squeezed her husband.

"How did this whole plan finish in such a short time?" she's simply in awe at how this house came into a reality.

"I did not waste time, love, and I told the constructors to start the next day after we had our talk…" Clifford touched the tip of his wife's nose.

"This is just simply amazing… and I love it… this is exactly what I imagine at that time. Oh! By the way where's our room? I can't wait to see it…"

Without warning, Clifford scooped her and carried her in his arms and marched towards the master's bedroom, mischievousness is written all over his face. Clifford opened their room and when Ingrid saw the inside of it, she jumps from his embrace.

This is an unending surprise for her. The room's motif is black beige and a touch of gold. It has a round bed presided in the center, a tray ceiling with multiple bandings trim in the exterior of the s.p.a.ce like layers of frosting in a cake. To further set off the master suite's bed, a back carpet was laid on the floor just beneath it, firmly placing it center stage in the room.

"Oh, love… you deserve my other surprise…" Clifford's brow rose.

"What is it?" Ingrid went to him, tiptoeing and then she planted a kiss on his lips.

"Let's consummate our marriage… officially…"

Clifford is stunned making his mouth dry. He gulps hard.

"Ar-are you sure? Ar-are yo-you ready?" he felt like having an asthma attack. He's been waiting long for this, for his wife to come to him without doubt, without restraint, without inhibition only willingness and acquiescence and pa.s.sion.

"Never been ready…" she said as she took a step to get near her husband. "...I know you've been patiently waiting hard and long for me and you never forced yourself on me which you clearly promised from the very beginning. However, I cannot keep you always at arm's length forever. Please know, Cliff that as your wife it's my honor to be intimate with you and to please you in any way I can…"

Clifford couldn't move and seems like being trap in a trance. Ingrid continued, "…tonight, I'll come to you, not bound by duty but of willingness…"

After hearing her, Clifford then swept her into his arms and carried her to their bed and gently lay down in the middle. Her dress spread out. He stood over her, merely staring down at her.

"Why are you just staring at me?"

"Because you're the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure of looking upon… and I'm rather so tempted by you that I don't know what to do…" Clifford helplessly said.

"Let's start with a kiss…" she playfully demanded making Clifford chuckl to himself.

"Okay, that will do…" he said grinning.

Clifford lowered himself over her, pressing his body to hers, bearing her farther into the mattress. His scent surrounded her and inhaled as he kissed her. Deep. Searching. His tongue slid over hers, licking, progressing and then draw back in slow, measured motions.

Clifford pulled his head up and away from her and stared down, his eyes seething in low light. Controlling his weight on one arm, he reached Ingrid's hair with his free hand, stroking it and shoving it away from her face, touching her cheeks, and then he caressed her jaw.

Ingrid feels jittery and eagerness tugs within her. Deep inside, beneath her skin, it was as if something came alive and took over her. Making her restless and unexpectedly flushed with heat and seems that the blood in her veins felt like steaming.