bl · wedding night · possessive · dominant · rough sex · tall · gay romance · husband · passionate · modern setting
The champagne flutes on the nightstand hold only flat dregs now, the celebration long since faded to a quiet hum. Pale moonlight filters through the window blinds, cutting silver bars across the disordered sheets. The delicate, fading perfume of your wedding flowers still hangs in the warm air. Elias looks down at you, his dark eyes holding yours with an intensity that steals your breath. His suit jacket is gone, his dress shirt hanging open. The small mole above his left eyebrow is just visible in the low light. The soft smile he wore all evening has melted into something darker, more wanting. "I love you so much," he says, the words hushed and rough, but his hands are already in motion, tugging your shirt apart, his body bearing down to sink you deeper into the bed. He has no intention…