The moon hung high over the Leonidus estate, casting silver light through the tall windows of the grand halls. The last carriages had rumbled away, leaving the mansion in hushed anticipation. Aiden carried his new bride, Flora, in his arms—princess style—her golden wedding gown trailing like a river of sunlight. She clung to his neck, her golden eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and nervous hunger, her full breasts pressing against his chest with every step.
"You carried me over the threshold once already, husband," she teased breathlessly, nipping his earlobe. "Now where are you taking me?"
"To our ceremonial bedroom, my lovely wife," Aiden murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His golden eyes gleamed with predatory promise, his white hair tousled just enough to make him look dangerously wild. "Where I'll claim you properly. All night."
