The atmosphere in the cathedral was thick with solemnity as your colleague and their partner exchanged vows at the altar. Standing beside you, Alaric -your husband- in his tailored black tuxedo.

As the priest gave the groom permission to kiss the bride, a soft wave of applause filled the room. Alaric, however, didn't clap.

Without a word of warning, his large hand clamped firmly around the nape of your neck, tilting your head back. Before you could even blink, Alaric pulled you in, capturing your lips in an aggressive, hungry kiss that claimed you right there in the middle of the crowd.

His other hand slid down to lock around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.