CAMILLA’S POV***
I stroll through the beautifully decorated wedding reception hall. So far the ceremony has been going perfectly.
I had just exchanged vows with Lucas, Liam, and Lucien, and they had each kissed me, igniting a passion within me I didn’t even know existed.
Lucas was the first to claim my lips, and his kiss was scorching, setting my entire body ablaze.
I responded with equal fervor, my hands instinctively reaching out to touch him, my senses intoxicated by his presence.
When he finally broke the kiss, I was left breathless, yearning for more.
Liam's kiss followed, soft and gentle, as if he were handling something incredibly fragile.
I never wanted it to end, and I held onto him tightly, my lips silently begging for more of his tender affection. It was a moment of pure
