The celebration stretched late into the evening, with laughter, toasts, and dancing under the string lights. But all I could think about was Clara. My wife. Finally. When we slipped away from the garden, hand in hand, the air between us felt electric. We drove back to the estate in quiet excitement, stealing kisses at every red light. The moment the bedroom door closed behind us, I pulled her close.
“Clara,” I whispered, my hands already sliding down her back to the zipper of her wedding dress. “I need you. Now.”
She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, full of love and heat. “Yes, Ethan. Take me. I’m yours completely.”
I kissed her hard, our mouths moving together with years of built-up hunger. Her lips were soft and warm. I unzipped her dress slowly, letting it fall to the floor
