The wedding night
257 Words
The flickering candlelight cast trembling shadows across the chamber as Aria sat on the edge of the grand bed, her hands clutching the delicate fabric of her dress. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the distant echo of footsteps approaching.
Damien entered, his presence filling the room with a chilling intensity. His eyes, dark and unreadable, held a hunger that made Aria’s heart race with both fear and something she didn’t yet understand.
He moved toward her slowly, each step deliberate, the air thick with unspoken promises and looming danger.
“Tonight, you belong to me,” he said softly, his voice both commanding and strangely gentle.
Aria’s breath caught. She wanted to run, to scream, but her body betrayed her with trembling weakness.
Damien’s fingers traced a path along her jaw, his touch cold yet electrifying. He leaned in, claiming her lips in a kiss that was both demanding and possessive.
The world narrowed to the two of them — a dance of shadows and heat, fear and desire.
When he finally claimed her, it was with a fierce urgency that left no doubt of his power. Aria’s innocence was taken, her body marked in a way she couldn’t yet comprehend.
Afterwards, she lay trembling beneath the heavy sheets, the weight of what had happened pressing down on her chest. Damien watched silently from the shadows, a conflicted storm behind his eyes.
In the dark silence, a new and dangerous bond was forged — one that neither could break, and that would consume them both.
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