Chapter 31: A Night of Passion
As the last of their guests bid farewell, Alex turned to Wanda with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The grand wedding had come to an end, but for him, the real celebration was just beginning.
He swept Wanda into his arms effortlessly, making her gasp in surprise. "Now, you are mine, and mine alone," he whispered, his voice filled with possessiveness and love.
Wanda blushed deeply, resting her head against his chest as he carried her inside their home. The warmth of his body, the strength in his arms—it all made her heart race. She had waited for this moment, the moment where they would truly belong to each other without any interruptions.
Alex gently placed her on their bed, his golden eyes filled with adoration. "Are you tired?" he asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Wanda shook her head, but the slight trembling of her fingers gave away her nervousness. Alex leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead, then her cheeks, before capturing her lips in a deep and passionate kiss.
As the night deepened, their love ignited like a wildfire. Every touch, every whisper, and every caress was filled with an unspoken promise—to love, cherish, and protect each other for eternity.
Hours passed, yet they remained wrapped in each other's embrace, lost in the euphoria of their love. Wanda felt as if she was floating, every sense heightened, every inch of her skin tingling under Alex's gentle yet possessive touch.
The night stretched on, filled with soft moans, whispered names, and the silent rhythm of their hearts beating as one.
The Next Morning
As sunlight filtered through the curtains, Wanda stirred awake, her body feeling sore from the night's activities. A faint blush crept up her face as she realized the marks covering her skin—Alex's love imprinted all over her.
Before she could even sit up, strong arms wrapped around her. Alex, still half-asleep, pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Good morning, my wife," he murmured, his voice husky.
Wanda groaned softly, burying her face in the pillow. "I feel like I got run over by a truck," she complained.
Alex chuckled, nuzzling into her neck. "Well, someone was very passionate last night."
She smacked his arm weakly, making him laugh even more.
Seeing her struggle to move, Alex effortlessly lifted her into his arms. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up," he said, carrying her toward the bathroom.
Wanda, still weak from the night's exertion, rested her head against his chest. "You're too strong," she muttered.
Alex smirked. "And you love it."
She had no response to that—because he was right.
As he stepped into the bathroom, he placed her gently in the warm bathwater, his hands carefully washing away the remnants of their love-filled night. Wanda closed her eyes, sighing in comfort as she allowed herself to relax in his embrace.
With Alex, she knew she was safe, loved, and cherished.
And this was only the beginning of their forever.
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