The suite was warm with candlelight, rose petals scattered across the floor and bed. A soft melody played in the background.
Adrian closed the door slowly behind them, and for a moment, they just stood still, gazing at each other in silence. He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Adrian (voice low, trembling with emotion):"I still can't believe you're mine… my wife."
Talia smiled shyly, her chest rising with nervous breaths.
Talia (whispering):"I'm yours, Adrian. Completely."
Before moving further, he reached for her hand.
Adrian:"Let's freshen up first… I want to take this night slowly, the way it deserves."
He led her gently into the adjoining bathroom, where the shower steamed with warmth. At first, Talia hesitated, clutching at the thin robe around her body. She looked down shyly, her cheeks burning with both nerves and anticipation.
Adrian touched her chin, lifting her gaze to his.
Adrian (softly, reassuring):"You're beautiful. Don't hide from me."
Her lips parted as he slid the robe from her shoulders, and she stepped into the shower with him, the water cascading over them like liquid silk.
At first, she crossed her arms over her chest, shy and uncertain. But Adrian pressed close, his lips brushing her ear, his voice husky with restrained desire.
"Don't be shy with me, Talia. I've waited for this moment… and I'm burning for you."
His hands moved over her, gentle but sure, lathering the soap across her skin, each touch both innocent and intimate. The closeness, the warmth of his body against hers, made her shyness melt into soft gasps and quiet moans.
By the time the water rinsed over them, she was trembling—not from fear, but from the intensity of wanting him just as much. Adrian's eyes darkened with hunger, every muscle taut with the desire he had been holding back.
When they finally stepped out, wrapped in robes, their eyes locked, and it was clear that nothing could hold him back any longer.
Adrian's robe hung loose, unable to hide how hard he already was for her. She glanced down once and quickly looked away, heart racing, but he caught her chin and whispered, "Don't be shy with me. You're my wife now."
On the bed, he laid her down softly and kissed her deeply, his hands moving over her body. She trembled beneath his touch but didn't resist — her fingers gripped the sheets, then slowly clung to him. His hand slid between her thighs, stroking gently until her body arched in response. Her breaths grew shallow, little gasps escaping her lips as he teased her, easing her open with his fingers.
Adrian felt her warmth and softness give way under his slow touch. He murmured against her ear, "I want you so much… I need you ready for me." She shivered, whispering his name, almost pleading.
His cock was already rock hard, straining against her thigh. He positioned himself, pausing just long enough to search her eyes for consent. When she nodded, he pressed forward slowly, letting her adjust to the stretch. She gasped at the first push, clutching his shoulders, but he kissed her through it, whispering encouragement.
As he slid deeper, she tightened around him, making him groan low in his throat. He held still for a moment, letting her body relax, then began to move in careful, steady thrusts. Talia moaned softly, her voice rising with each movement as discomfort melted into pleasure.
Adrian's control nearly snapped — she felt so tight around him, every squeeze making him throb harder. His pace quickened, and her hips lifted to meet his. The room filled with the sounds of their moans, the rhythm of their bodies, the heat of everything they had held back until this night.
"Adrian…" she cried out, clutching him closer.
"I love you," he groaned into her ear, thrusting harder, losing himself in her.
Their climax came almost together — her cry sharp and broken, his groan deep and shaking as he spilled into her, holding her as though he would never let go.
After, they stayed tangled together, breathing hard, her head resting on his chest. He stroked her hair and whispered, "My queen… my forever." She smiled sleepily, still trembling from the intensity, and whispered back, "Always."
Adrian collapsed beside her, both of them breathless, their bodies still damp with sweat. For a long moment, neither spoke — the only sound was the rise and fall of their breathing. Talia curled into his chest, still trembling slightly, her cheeks flushed pink from the intensity of what they'd shared.
He stroked her hair slowly, his lips pressing soft kisses to her forehead. "Are you okay?" he whispered, worried he might have been too much for her.
She nodded against him, giggling nervously. "More than okay… I just didn't think it would feel like that."
His lips curled into a smile. "You're incredible, Talia. I've never felt anything this powerful. You… you make me lose control."
She playfully nudged his chest, still shy but glowing with happiness. "And you were worried about me being shy?"
He chuckled, turning her chin so their eyes met. "You're my wife now. No more hiding. I want every part of you — your laughs, your tears, your fears, your fire. All of you."
Her heart swelled, and she kissed him softly, lingering as if the night could never end. Then she whispered, almost teasing "Does it always hurt like that?"
Adrian caressed her cheek, brushing his thumb over her lips. "The first time, yes… but I promise, next time, it'll be only pleasure. I'll make sure of it."
She blushed deeper, biting her lip. "Next time? You're already planning?"
He smirked and pulled her closer until her back was against his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. "You have no idea how much I want you, Talia. Tonight was just the beginning."
They both laughed softly, the tension melting away. She traced lazy circles on his arm, her eyelids heavy, and whispered, "I love you, Adrian Wolfe."
His chest tightened at her words. He kissed the back of her neck and murmured, "And I love you, Talia Brooks-Wolfe. More than life itself."
Silence settled over them, but it wasn't empty — it was warm, full of peace. Wrapped in each other's arms, they drifted into sleep, their bodies still tangled, the bond between them now sealed in every possible way.
Soft sunlight spilled through the tall curtains, warming the white sheets tangled around their bodies. Talia stirred first, stretching slowly, only to wince and laugh under her breath at the lingering soreness between her thighs.
Adrian's arm tightened around her waist instantly, pulling her back against his chest. His voice was husky with sleep. "Where do you think you're going, Mrs. Wolfe?"
She giggled, her cheeks heating. "I wasn't going anywhere. Just… trying to move."
He smirked, kissing the side of her neck lazily. "You're sore, aren't you?"
She buried her face in the pillow, too shy to answer, but her silence said enough. Adrian chuckled low in his throat, clearly pleased with himself. "I told you last night I couldn't control myself with you."
Talia twisted to face him, swatting his chest playfully. "You should feel guilty, you know. I can barely walk."
His grin softened into something tender. He brushed his fingers over her hair, her cheek, then down to her lips. "Then I'll carry you everywhere, for as long as it takes. You're my queen now. My only priority is taking care of you."
Her heart melted, and she whispered, "You're too much sometimes."
He leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to her lips. "And you love it."
She smiled against his mouth, then pulled back just enough to murmur, "So… what happens now? We're married. The whole world is waiting."
Adrian rested his forehead against hers. "What happens now… is breakfast in bed, a day with no phones, no work, no interruptions. Just us."
Her stomach fluttered at the thought. She nestled closer into him, letting out a contented sigh. "That actually sounds perfect."
He kissed her temple, and then whispered with a mischievous grin, "Besides… we still have a lot of wedding night traditions to finish. Last night was just round one."
Talia gasped and buried her face in his chest, laughing in disbelief. "Adrian Wolfe! You're impossible!"
But her giggles were filled with joy, and he held her tighter, both of them basking in the new life that had just begun.