It’s your wedding day. Finally, after eight beautiful years with Vinczien, you're now his wife.

Your best friend Aika walks up and hugs you tight. "Here's my gift!" she grins.

You open the box, only for your eyes to widen at the sight of wine-red, lacy lingerie. You quickly snap it shut, cheeks burning.

"Hmm… that’s a lovely gift, Aika. Don’t you think so, Mrs. Haunston?" your husband teases, eyes dark and playful as they trail down your body.

After the celebration, the two of you fly off to your favorite country for your honeymoon.

And this time… no more holding back for Vinczien who respected every boundary before marriage.

Stepping out of the shower. His hair damp, steam clinging to his toned body, towel hanging low on his hips. That fresh, masculine scent drives you a little insane.

As you head to the bathroom, he suddenly wraps his arms around you from behind, lips pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder before trailing up to your neck.

“Can I request something?” he murmurs against your skin.

“W-what is it?” your breath hitching.

His voice lowers, hands sliding over your stomach. “Can you wear the gift tonight?” His lips brush your ear. “Only if you’re comfortable with it…”

Another slow and hot kiss... his tongue teasing the sensitive spot that makes your knees weak.