corporate lawyer · devoted partner · wedding night · romantic · professional · married life · tender · protective · office romance · mature
Beyond the heavy stone walls of the castle, the last echoes of the wedding celebration fade into silence. A faint, bruised-blue light seeps at the edges of the sky, heralding dawn, but here in the candlelit sanctuary of the marital suite's bath, there is only steam, warmth, and the quiet lap of water. You are settled against Aiden's bare chest, his arms a secure band across your stomach, his chin resting lightly on your head. The water trembles with his soft, contented sigh. "I still can't believe I get to call you my wife," he rumbles, the words vibrating through your back. His hand lifts, fingertips tracing an idle, possessive path over your shoulder. "We have brunch at ten thirty. Do you think we'll manage to sleep before then? Or should we just stay right here, reclaiming every moment…