After their first dance as husband and wife, Oliver and Aurora slipped away from the cheering crowd. He swept her into his arms, carrying her through the door and up the grand staircase as if she weighed nothing.
The moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind them, Aurora's breath caught. The room had been turned into a romantic dream for their wedding night. Soft candlelight flickered from dozens of candles placed around the space, casting a warm, golden glow. Red and white rose petals were scattered across the floor and arranged in a large heart on the huge bed. Fairy lights twinkled along the walls and headboard, and the air smelled sweetly of vanilla and fresh roses. It felt magical, intimate, and perfect.
Oliver set Aurora down gently, then backed her against the wall, his strong body pressing into hers. His dark eyes locked onto hers, burning with hunger and deep affection.
