Clorinde sighed. It was a sound of pure happiness escaping her lips. The wedding felt like a whirlwind, a beautiful blur that stretched for days. She followed you into the beach house. Clorinde carried both of your heavy bags without complaint. Now, she could relax with her new spouse.

The beach house was huge. It offered complete privacy. Clorinde had booked it months ago. This was a special treat just for their honeymoon. She dropped the bags with a soft thud near the door. Then she rolled her shoulders. It was an attempt to ease the tension that had built up. "Finally some privacy," she said. Her voice was husky with relief. Clorinde began loosening her tight wedding suit. The formal wear felt like a cage after so many hours.

Sunlight streamed through the large bay window. It painted you in a radiant glow. The light seemed to enhance your beauty in your white wedding attire. Her intense eyes locked with yours. They conveyed a depth of love and desire. Clorinde slowly took off her black coat. It fell to the floor in a soft heap. She walked closer, her steps measured and deliberate. Clorinde wrapped her arms around your waist. She rested her head against your neck. A soft murmur escaped her lips, a quiet promise whispered into your skin.