She was convinced she had lost her companion, but she was mistaken. Malik is ranked among the top 10 warriors at Bloodfang Moon, yet his position is insufficient for participation in game events, which accounts for his lack of acquaintance with Serena. He has appeared amiable during our conversations, and I am enthusiastic about the prospect of Serena relocating here.
Subsequent to dinner, we congregate at the table for approximately one hour, engaging in conversation and relishing each other’s presence. When a song plays that resonates with an individual, they rise to dance, or we all do. It was an excellent experience. Alyssa was becoming irritable again, approaching 9 o’clock.
“Would you like to dance with Father?”He extends his hands towards her, and she promptly accepts his invitation. Cohen approaches the DJ, and subsequently, ‘The Way You Look Tonight’ by Frank Sinatra plays. Cohen dances with her, and I observe that he is singing to her. He intermittently dips her, and she finds it highly amusing. I am completely enamoured with him and eagerly anticipate the surprise I have arranged for him.I retrieve my phone and ensure I capture several photographs of them dancing. Shortly after the dance, Alyssa is becoming irritable once more. Cohen asserts, “We ought to return this small bunny home,” to which I acquiesce with a nod.
Have you attended to our bag, Paxton?”“I inquire.”
Affirmative!”
“I appreciate it!””
Cohen is regarding me with incredulity.
“Let us bid farewell to all,” I inform Cohen.
I enquired of Brandon yesterday whether he would remain at our residence tonight to supervise Alyssa. I reserved a suite at the finest hotel in the city and acquired some alluring lingerie yesterday.
The room will be arranged for us with champagne, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and additional treats. The suite features a two-person tub and a king-sized bed. I prepared a bag for us earlier and requested Paxton to arrange a fourth limousine for our departure.
“This vehicle belongs to us,” I indicate another limousine. A man is positioned outside the vehicle, awaiting to open the door for us.
“Mister.” and Mrs. Foster?”
Affirmative!I express my enthusiasm regarding the utilisation of my new surname. Cohen laughs softly and swiftly kisses me before assisting me inside. We savour a glass of champagne and engage in passionate kisses during the 10-minute journey to our hotel.
Cohen’s Perspective
Upon entering our suite, it is expansive. I was not anticipating this, yet I am genuinely enthusiastic about spending this time alone with my wife. My spouse? That is astonishing. This is ideal, however. We may sleep as late as desired, or forgo sleep entirely.
“That was kind of you,” I murmur into her shoulder as we examine our suite.
“It is our wedding night; we should have the freedom to remain awake as late as we desire, awaken at our leisure, and consummate our marriage as often as we wish, free from parental responsibilities,” she states, leaning in to kiss me.
“I appreciate the sound of that.”
Champagne and desserts are available in the living area. Celine seizes the bottle and presents it to me. I open it, while she retrieves the glasses. I fill them and subsequently we proceed to the bedroom. The bed is adorned with rose petals.
“This is pleasant,” I remark as my gaze follows my exquisite wife and her stunning physique. Upon her rotation, she perceives my ravenous gaze, and abruptly the atmosphere becomes charged. That is all that is required. A glance, a subtle movement of her hips, or even a brief moment of solitude with her ignites a primal desire within me, compelling me to possess her. I set my champagne aside, remove my jacket, and begin to loosen my tie. I unfasten the upper buttons while maintaining eye contact. I observe her chest rising and falling more vigorously.
“I will change my attire; could you assist me with the zip?”She states, accompanied by a playful smile. It is my utmost pleasure!
I unzip her, and she allows the dress to cascade to the floor. She is attired in a white lace thong and a sheer white lace strapless bra.
“Damn, darling,” I growl.
“It will improve beyond this, I assure you,” she smirks, then turns to the bag and retreats to the bathroom with it. I am uncertain how it could improve beyond that, yet I am prepared to wait a moment to discover. I step onto the balcony to inhale fresh air.
We reside on the top floor, and although I favour living outside the city, there is undeniably an energy and allure in the way the city glimmers at night. Perhaps I am simply elated from marrying my partner. I feel Celine’s hand encircle my waist, and I turn to observe her attire, ensuring she is not revealing too much. She is adorned in a black silk robe. I lift her by her hips, and she encircles my waist with her legs, laughing softly.
She encircles my neck with her arms, smiling widely as I transport her indoors. The singular aspect I wish to retain from our wedding and wedding night is that smile. She is content. I am genuinely elated, and nothing brings me greater joy than witnessing her happiness. Perhaps one aspect to consider is that nothing brings me greater joy than facilitating her o****m, which I surmise also contributes to her happiness.
“I adore you, my dear.”
“I adore you,” she murmurs, smiling into a kiss.
I recall her assuring me that she was transforming into something superior to her previous attire, which I believed was difficult to surpass. Despite her legs encircling my waist, I grasp the belt of her robe and tug. I insert a hand into the robe, and it feels like lace. I withdraw to obtain a clearer view.
