╰┈➤ ❝LISA

As the hairstylists and makeup artists meticulously crafted my bridal look, I couldn't help but feel the excitement and nerves coursing through me.

The past three days leading up to this moment it had been a whirlwind of anticipation and preparation.

Throughout it all, Taehyung's unwavering support and strong presence had been my anchor, and his dominance was a reassuring force that I found both comforting and thrilling.

Now, as I sat in the room surrounded by the soft hum of hairdryers and the delicate brushstrokes of makeup brushes, the reality of becoming Taehyung's wife finally sank in.

The weight of the commitment we were about to make to each other filled me with a mix of intense emotions—joy, anticipation, and a touch of nervousness.

We had chosen a majestic castle as the backdrop for our wedding, a symbol of the grandeur and timeless love we hoped to embody in our union.

As I glanced out the window, the sight of the castle's towering spires against the backdrop of a golden sunset only added to the surreal beauty of the moment.

With each passing second, the anticipation grew, building to a crescendo of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. But as I took a deep breath and steadied myself,

Taehyung became fixated on extravagant wedding venue options like Private Island Paradise Luxury Vineyard Estates and Five-Star Resort Buyouts, even presenting the idea of a private yacht wedding.

However, I leaned towards a simpler garden theme, expressing my aversion to excessive spending. Despite my preference, he insisted on a castle venue, fully aware of my feelings towards extravagant expenditures.

As the long-awaited day dawns upon us, a wave of happiness washes over both of us. I feel a bubbling excitement as the hairstylist skillfully tends to my hair while the makeup artist delicately applies subtle enhancements, ensuring that I radiate beauty on this unforgettable day.

As my friend Mona stood by my side, her initial shock at the revelation of my relationship with Taehyung quickly gave way to understanding.

With a gentle smile, she admired me and spoke words of reassurance, "You look the most beautiful bride, Lisa, and Mr. Kim is lucky to have a good girl like you."

Her words filled me with warmth, and I returned her smile as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror.

"Thank you for being here," I replied gratefully, my voice filled with genuine appreciation. Mona's presence was a source of comfort amidst the whirlwind of emotions surrounding the day.

As she adorned me with a dazzling diamond necklace, she shared insights into the grandeur of Taehyung's efforts to celebrate our union. "Your man has summoned the entire city—businessmen, media, you name it. Some are here out of genuine curiosity, while others simply seek to capitalize on the spectacle," she revealed.

I sighed softly, acknowledging the overwhelming attention Taehyung had orchestrated. "I know, but I feel powerless to intervene. He's gone too far, even inviting the media," I confessed, a hint of frustration creeping into my tone.

Mona offered a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder; her touch ground me amidst the chaos. "Don't let it rattle you. Today is about you and Mr. Kim, nothing else. Just focus on the love between you two," she urged, her voice filled with sincerity and support.

I nodded silently, feeling a pang of sadness as the absence of my parents weighed heavily on my heart. Just then, a maid entered the room, bowing respectfully before delivering a message: "Ma'am, sir has sent some guests to meet you here and asked the staff to leave the room." With a nod, I motioned for the staff to exit, while Mona volunteered to stay by my side, offering her support.

As the door opened once more, my confusion turned to astonishment as my parents stepped into the room.

My eyes widened in disbelief, and before I could react, they rushed towards me, enveloping me in their embrace.

Tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but my father gently cupped my face, his voice tender yet firm. "Don't cry now, my dear. You look beautiful, and we wouldn't want your makeup to be ruined."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his words, feeling overwhelmed by the rush of emotions. My mother joined in, her voice filled with love and sincerity. "We love you, Lisa. Despite our initial reluctance, you will always be our daughter, and we couldn't bear to miss this momentous occasion."

As Mona gracefully exited the room, understanding the need for privacy, my parents' presence filled the space with a newfound sense of warmth and reconciliation.

My mother's apologetic words touched my heart deeply: "Lisa, we are sorry for misunderstanding your love." Her sincerity was mirrored in my father's gentle reassurance, "Taehyung reached out to us because he truly loves you."

Listening to their accounts of Taehyung's genuine intentions and his efforts to ensure my happiness, a surge of gratitude and love swelled within me.

"I love you, Mom and Dad. You've brought so much happiness into my life, and today, you've made my wedding truly beautiful," I expressed, my voice filled with genuine appreciation and affection.

Suddenly, Taehyung's entrance into the room commanded my attention.

Every inch the epitome of regal elegance, he exuded a magnetic presence that left me momentarily captivated, lost in admiration of his striking demeanor.

As my groom stood before me, his presence commanding the room, he greeted my father graciously. "Well, I guess it's time for the marriage. Thank you for coming, Mr. Dong," he acknowledged with respect.

My heart swelled with emotion as my father took my hand and placed it in Taehyung's, imparting his blessings. "I trust you, Mr. Kim, to keep my princess happy. May your lives be filled with joy."

Taehyung nodded solemnly, his commitment evident in his response, "I'll do everything to keep her happy, Mr. Dong."

With a tender glance, Taehyung beckoned me to begin our journey together. "Now it's time to get married, love. Let's go," he declared, his voice filled with anticipation.

Smiling, I reached out, intertwining my fingers with his, as we embarked towards the altar, my parents following closely behind.

Amidst the flurry of cameras and the presence of esteemed guests, we walked forward, united in love and ready to embrace the future together.

As we stood together, our gazes locked in an unspoken promise, I felt the depth of his love enveloping me like a warm embrace.

In his eyes, I saw not only love but also unwavering devotion and commitment. He was more than just my partner; he was my soulmate, my confidant, my everything.

As we stood before the altar, the soft murmur of guests faded into the background, leaving only the steady, rhythmic beat of my heart and the warmth of Taehyung's hand in mine.

The priest's words prompted us to exchange vows and rings, and as I looked into Taehyung's eyes, I could see a depth of emotion there that mirrored my own—a silent promise, an unspoken love that words could barely capture.

Taehyung took a deep breath, his eyes holding mine as he began to speak, his voice steady but laced with a tenderness that resonated deeply within me.

"Lisa," he began softly, his words carrying a weight that seemed to fill the entire room. "You are my everything. I promise to love, cherish, and protect you for the rest of my life." His gaze remained unbroken, unwavering.

"I will be your unwavering support, your pillar of strength, and I will stand by your side through every trial and triumph. I vow to bring you happiness and to strive every day to be the best husband I can be."

His vows settled over me like a gentle warmth, stirring something profound within me. I felt the certainty of his words in my heart, a reaffirmation of the love we'd nurtured and the life we were promising to build together.

A tear escaped down my cheek, but I couldn't help the smile that rose to my lips. When it was my turn, I tightened my hold on his hands, my voice trembling slightly but carrying the depth of my feelings.

"Taehyung, I love you," I began, my voice barely above a whisper but resolute, "and I vow to fill your life with joy, to be by your side in every moment, and to be the best wife I can be. I'll support you always, no matter what."

He brushed his thumb over my hand, a small, comforting gesture, and as I looked at him, a playful thought slipped past my lips, my voice dropping to a whisper meant just for him.

"And I'll be a good, submissive wife," I murmured with a glint of mischief, "your doll to play with."

A chuckle escaped him, a sound so soft only I could hear, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and adoration.

He leaned close, his breath warm against my cheek as he whispered back, "Then I'll cherish every moment with you, my love."

With our vows spoken, the priest gestured for the exchange of rings. As he slipped the band onto my finger, the cool metal felt like a physical mark of the promises we'd made—a circle that would bind us, a symbol of the life we were beginning together.

When it was my turn, I took his hand, sliding the ring onto his finger with hands that trembled only slightly.

The world around us seemed to fade, and in that moment, it was just us, bound by the vows we'd spoken, two hearts finding their home in each other.

As the priest finally announced us as husband and wife, Taehyung pulled me close, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was both tender and full of the promise of the future we were stepping into together.

Taehyung leaned in, murmuring against my lips, "I love you so much, my wife," before softly kissing me, filling me with overwhelming happiness and contentment.

Amidst the cheers and applause of the crowd, I playfully remarked, "Finally, I become the wife of Mr. Taehyung Kim."

Taehyung smiled, sealing our union with a loving kiss on my forehead. "Yes, now you have become Mrs. Lisa Kim."

Moving to the reception area, we were greeted with congratulations and showered with gifts and blessings from our guests.

As we cut the cake together, our hands intertwined, we shared sweet bites, momentarily lost in the joy of our union.

My parents approached us, offering their heartfelt blessings, their eyes shining with pride and love. I met their gaze, my own eyes brimming with happiness, and whispered, "Thank you, Mom and Dad, for everything."

Turning to Taehyung, I found his gaze fixed on me, his eyes sparkling with love and determination. "I love you too, husband," I declared, my voice filled with conviction. "And I know we will overcome any obstacle that comes our way."

After dinner, we gracefully moved to the dance floor, where I shared a tender dance with my father, feeling the weight of his love and guidance in every step.

With a bittersweet smile, he then handed me over to Taehyung, my husband, my owner, and my love.

Resting my head on his shoulder, we swayed to the music, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. In that moment, it felt as if the world faded away, leaving only the two of us wrapped in each other's embrace, lost in the timeless rhythm of our love.

As we danced, the world around us seemed to blur into insignificance, leaving only the melody of the music and the warmth of Taehyung's embrace.

With each step, our bond deepened, our hearts beating in synchrony as if they were made for each other.

I looked up into Taehyung's eyes, finding a depth of love and devotion that left me breathless. In that moment, all doubts and fears melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of belonging and completeness.

As the music swelled, enveloping us in its embrace, I whispered words of love and gratitude, my voice barely a whisper against the gentle rhythm of the song.

"Thank you for choosing me and for loving me unconditionally," I murmured, my heart overflowing with emotion.

Taehyung held me closer, his touch a promise of forever. "I will always choose you, Lisa," he whispered back, his words a vow that echoed in the depths of my soul.

Together, we danced into the night, our love shining brighter than any star in the sky, our hearts united as one.

In that moment, surrounded by the love of our family and friends, I knew that our journey together was just beginning, filled with endless possibilities and boundless love.

╰┈➤ ❝TAEHYUNG

The wedding festivities had finally come to a close, and as we arrived at my penthouse, I was filled with a sense of contentment that this long-awaited moment had arrived.

The space was adorned with tasteful decorations, creating an atmosphere of warmth and intimacy.

Despite my intentions to purchase a grand mansion for her, Lisa gently declined, expressing that the memories we shared within these walls were too precious to leave behind.

As I carried her in my arms through the elegantly decorated space, adorned with a plethora of flowers and twinkling lights, I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by a sense of love and gratitude.

Our journey together had led us to this moment, and every corner of the penthouse seemed to radiate with the joy of our union.

Upon entering our bedroom, my breath caught at the sight before me. The bed, adorned with delicate rose petals and fragrant jasmines, shimmered softly in the candlelight.

It was a sight of sheer beauty, a testament to the love and care that had gone into every detail.

Gently placing her on the bed, I found myself lost in the depths of her eyes, reflecting the flickering candlelight.

Words seemed inadequate to express the emotions swirling within me, and so I let my actions speak for me.

With a tender caress, I whispered, "This is just the beginning, my love. Our journey together is filled with endless possibilities, and I am grateful to share each moment with you."

As I gracefully rose from the bed, I proceeded to shed my coat and loosen my buttons, hanging them in the closet with care. I intended to give my beloved wife a brief moment of reprieve from the day's festivities.

Upon returning to the bed, my heart swelled at the sight of her, adorned in her veil, awaiting my presence with an air of anticipation tinged with nervousness.

Her clenched fists and stretched toes betrayed her inner turmoil, prompting me to approach her with tenderness.

Taking my place beside her, I gently inquired, "Are you tired from the ceremony?" Her response, delivered with the utmost politeness, reassured me of her well-being. "No, I am fine, Taehyung."

With a delicate touch, I lifted the veil from her face, revealing a breathtaking sight that left me momentarily speechless.

Her beauty was ethereal, her hair intricately styled in a bun, and her eyes shimmering with a mixture of emotions—shyness, nervousness, longing, and above all, love.

Unable to contain my admiration, I found myself lavishing praise upon her, marveling at her radiance. Her lips, the color of freshly bloomed roses, beckoned to me, inviting my affection.

I tenderly caressed her lips with my thumb before leaning in to press a gentle kiss upon her right cheek, my heart overflowing with love and adoration for my cherished wife.

As she giggled and blushed with shyness, her radiant glow only enhanced her irresistible charm in my eyes. With gentle affection, I lifted her into my lap, marveling at her softness and delicate frame.

Enveloping her in a warm embrace, my hand found its place on her waist as I whispered sweet words into her ear.

"You know, I never imagined I'd be blessed with such a beautiful wife like you," she confessed, her gratitude warming my heart. "I'm grateful to have you; thank you for making my parents agree," she added.

"For you, my love, I would do anything," I assured her, my devotion unwavering. "Now, it's just you and me, doll."

As I pressed kisses to her cheeks, I could detect the subtle mingling of her perfume and the sweet scent of her skin.

With each tender gesture, I sought to make her feel at ease in my arms, cherishing every moment of our intimate connection.

As I held her tightly, I could sense her trembling with nervousness, her vulnerability adding to her allure.

Gently guiding her face towards mine with a tender touch, I placed a soft, hesitant kiss on her lips. Her eyelids fluttered shut, but I couldn't ignore the faint discomfort beneath the surface.

Feeling a surge of desire coursing through me, that fleeting touch of her lips ignited a primal urge within me, leaving me consumed with longing.

With her seated on my lap, I couldn't ignore the undeniable arousal building within me, my semi-erect shaft now throbbing against her backside.

Turning to her with earnestness, I expressed my desire, "Lisa, if you're comfortable, I want to express my love for you. I want to make this night unforgettable."

Squeezing my hand in reassurance, she met my gaze with determination. "Make love to me, Taehyung. I want to complete our union," she declared, her words fueling the intensity of our shared desire.

With each lingering kiss on her lower lip, I felt her breath grow heavier, her face flushed with arousal. As she wrapped her arms around me, I continued to suckle gently, my hands caressing her waist with a fervent need.

Unable to resist any longer, I eagerly slipped her dress from her shoulders, revealing the delicate curves of her body.

Removing her lingerie, I cupped her breasts in my hands, relishing in the softness of her skin. With a tender love bite on her lips, a soft moan escaped her, sending a jolt of desire through my veins.

Her sweet moans fueled my passion, igniting a primal hunger within me. Lowering her onto the bed, I positioned myself above her, pinning her hands with an urgency born of desire.

The intoxicating blend of her fragrance and sweat only heightened my senses as I trailed kisses along her neck and down her arms, leaving a trail of fiery passion in my wake.

Pressing my chest against her firm breasts, I bestowed another love bite upon her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.

"Taehyung," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and longing, urging me to continue our passionate embrace.

As I undid my pants and shirt, the anticipation of our union heightened, my hard length pressing against her eager heat as I positioned myself above her.

Gripping her breasts firmly, I elicited a passionate moan from her lips as I applied pressure, feeling her arousal building with each touch.

Her hardened nipples, evidence of her desire, beckoned me closer, and I couldn't resist the urge to taste her.

Taking each nipple into my mouth, I lavished them with attention, my tongue teasing and sucking in a rhythm that mirrored the racing of our hearts.

Descending further down her body, I marveled at the beauty of her flat, enticing belly. With my shirt discarded, I held her waist with a possessive grip, my tongue tracing a path from her nave downwards.

The moment my tongue made contact with her sensitive skin, she reacted with fervor, her body tensing with excitement as she ran her fingers through my hair.

Her arousal was palpable, her reactions driving me wild with desire as I continued to explore her body, each touch and kiss igniting a fiery passion between us.

Returning to her breasts, I couldn't resist the temptation to lavish attention on her soft, inviting cleavage, my face rubbing against her delicate skin.

The sensation of my freshly shaved face against her sensitive flesh surely heightened her arousal, evident in the way her hands roamed my back, urging me on.

Taking her left nipple into my mouth, I applied gentle pressure, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure from her lips.

Meanwhile, my fingers teased and pinched her right nipple, knowing instinctively that she was enjoying every moment of our intimate encounter.

As her hands caressed my back, I savored the sensation of her nails digging into my skin, the mix of pleasure and pain only fueling my desire for her.

With each gentle suckle and tender touch, the passion between us grew, our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Her breasts, round and firm, were a divine creation, her small, pointed nipples a testament to her exquisite beauty.

Lost in the moment, I relished in the sensation of her beneath me, her body responding to my every touch with an eagerness that drove me to new heights of ecstasy.

As I guided her hand to my throbbing member, I watched as her eyes widened in surprise and desire upon feeling its hardness.

Each firm grip she gave only fueled my arousal, a testament to her own desire for our passionate union.

While she teased and tantalized me with her touch, I couldn't resist the urge to reciprocate.

Engaging her in a passionate kiss, our tongues danced together, mingling our saliva and intertwining our souls in a heated exchange of desire and longing.

Moving down to her waist, I felt a surge of anticipation as she continued to arouse me with her eager touch.

Despite her slim frame, my beloved wife possessed a wonderfully voluptuous ass, perfectly fitting and inviting to my touch.

As our passion continued to build, I knew that our night together would be nothing short of unforgettable, each moment filled with a fiery intensity that only deepened our connection.

As I praised the fairness of her skin, I felt a surge of anticipation coursing through me, urging me to explore every inch of her body.

Unable to resist any longer, I descended down her slender waist, planting tender kisses along the way until I reached the apex of her desire.

Kissing her P-ssy elicited a passionate moan from her lips, a clear indication of her heightened arousal.

Knowing exactly how to please my beloved wife, I teased her gently with my tongue, relishing in the sweet sound of her cries of excitement as she wrapped her thighs around my face, pulling me closer in a fervent embrace.

"Taehyung, you're driving me wild," she pleaded, her voice thick with desire. "Please, I need you."

Chuckling softly, I reassured her, "I want to show you just how much I love you. Let me shower you with kisses and relaxation, my wife."

As I continued to lavish attention on her silky thighs, the contrast against my rough, shaved cheeks sent shivers of pleasure down my spine.

Her playful tugging and caressing of my hair only added to the intensity of our shared passion, each moment bringing us closer to the peak of ecstasy.

The slight pang of pain mixed with her sultry moans only served to heighten my arousal, igniting a primal hunger within me.

With each passionate cry, she grew bolder, pushing me deeper into her core as I eagerly lapped up every drop of her sweet nectar.

My beloved wife was far from timid; her experienced nature only added to the intensity of our encounter. Though we had shared countless moments of intimacy before, tonight felt different.

She was on fire, consumed by a primal desire to devour me like a ravenous beast.

As I traced kisses down her thighs, I couldn't resist the urge to indulge in her every inch.

From her thighs to her feet, I worshipped her body with fervent devotion, taking her toes into my mouth and sucking them gently.

But to keep the flames of passion burning bright, I knew I had to push further.

Inserting a finger into her eager P-ssy, her screams of pleasure filled the room, echoing the raw intensity of our connection.

With each thrust of my thick, manly fingers, I felt her walls clenching around me, driving us both to the brink of ecstasy as we surrendered to the intoxicating whirlwind of desire.

As she lay there, gripping the bedsheet tightly, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, I couldn't tear my gaze away from her exquisite physique.

Her nipples, rigid with arousal, stood proudly against the backdrop of her glowing skin, her loose hair cascading over her face and breasts as she shook her head in ecstasy.

With a commanding tone, I demanded, "Suck my Cock Love."

Eager to please, she crawled towards me in on the bed while I stood before her. As she grasped my throbbing length, I marveled at its girth, thick as her wrist and pulsing with desire.

Despite its size, she eagerly kissed and attempted to take it into her mouth, her determination evident in every movement.

Her efforts to please me were nothing short of remarkable; her warm lips and skilled tongue worked wonders on my sensitive flesh.

Watching her hair cascading over her bare back, her firm, round ass tempting me with its allure, I was overcome with a wave of intense pleasure.

As she continued to suck me with fervor, driving me ever closer to the brink of ecstasy, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer beauty and passion of the moment.

With each stroke of her tongue and every gentle suckle, I felt myself teetering on the edge of release, my desire for her burns hotter than ever before.

As I withdrew my slick, saliva-coated member from her lips, I couldn't resist the urge to tease her further, tracing it over her mouth like a lipstick.

Her face glistened with the remnants of our passion, a testament to her eager participation.

Guiding her face with a firm grip, I slid my shaft into her mouth once more, relishing in the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping me.

As I began to mouth-f-ck her, holding her hair tight, I felt a surge of primal desire coursing through me. It was time for her to be treated as the wanton, insatiable lover she longed to be.

"What do you want, my doll, my wife?" I asked my voice husky with desire.

"I can't wait any longer; please, husband, just Love me, Taehhhhh..." she replied, her words a plea for more.

With a surge of determination, I laid her down on the bed, coating the head of my shaft with ample lube.

As I positioned myself above her, holding her waist firmly, I gave a gentle yet firm thrust, eliciting a sharp moan of pleasure from her lips. Gripping the pillow tightly, she braced herself for the intensity of our union.

Hugging her tightly and holding her shoulders, I prepared for my next move.

With a violent thrust, I plunged deep into her, each movement punctuated by her passionate cries and the rhythmic sound of our bodies coming together.

At that moment, there was no room for restraint, only the raw, unbridled passion that consumed us both.

As I continued to thrust into her with relentless determination, ensuring complete penetration, I held her tightly in my arms, feeling her restless enjoyment beneath me.

"Yes Oh Taehyung I love it". Sensing her pleasure, I paused for a moment to shower her with affection, kissing her cheeks softly before capturing her lips in a tender embrace.

Sucking gently on her lips, I whispered, "I love you, Lisa. I can't put it into words."

Tears welled up in my eyes, emotions overflowing in the heat of the moment. But her reassuring smile and words of affirmation washed away any doubts or fears.

"Don't cry, my love," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and understanding. "Just love me, and know that I am yours."

Eager to ensure her pleasure, I fondled her breasts and trailed kisses along her neck, eliciting moans of pleasure from her lips.

As she hugged me tightly and kissed me back, her bite on my lips ignited a spark of desire within me, driving me to give her even more pleasure.

With each powerful thrust, I felt my shaft sink deeper into her fiery heat, her tightness enveloping me in a whirlwind of sensation.

Though the urge to release surged through me like a tidal wave, I summoned every ounce of restraint to prolong our shared excitement.

As I adjusted our position, placing her legs over my shoulders, the connection between us deepened, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we surrendered to the rhythm of our passion.

With each rhythmic pump, the intensity of our pleasure grew, drawing us closer to the edge of ecstasy with every blissful moment.

Her P-ssy, hot as molten lava and impossibly tight, threatened to consume me with its fiery embrace.

Yet I held firm, gripping her thighs as I continued to thrust into her, determined to prolong the exquisite pleasure we shared.

Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of our bodies moving in unison, a symphony of desire and longing.

With each cry of pleasure that escaped her lips, I felt my own arousal intensify, our lovemaking reaching new heights of passion and intensity.

"Yes, yes, yes, Taehyung," she gasped between moans, her voice a melody of pleasure and adoration. "I love it, please, yes! You always make me so happy; you turn me into a dirty doll."

At that moment, amidst the fervent exchange of love and desire, there were only the two of us, lost in the depths of our shared passion, our souls intertwined in a dance of ecstasy and devotion.

As I delivered each forceful thrust into her eager P-ssy, the sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of desire and passion echoing our union.

With each powerful stroke, my thighs slapped against her body, intensifying the sensation of our shared ecstasy.

Feeling the inevitable surge of release building within me, I drove myself deeper into her, my rhythm becoming more urgent as I approached the brink of climax.

And then, with a final, primal groan, I released my seed deep into her womb, marking our union in the most intimate way possible.

Collapsing onto her, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths ragged, a sense of profound relief washed over us.

"Happy wedding, my doll," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. "Now that we're married, I am your husband, and you are my wife. You are my everything."

A broad smile graced her lips as she embraced me tightly, her warmth enveloping me in a cocoon of love and contentment.

"You look so beautiful," I confessed, unable to contain my admiration for her. "I felt intoxicated by your everything. I promise you, I am only your man."

"I am yours now," she replied, her words a vow of devotion and commitment.

Holding her close from behind, I pressed gentle kisses along her sweaty back, the heat of her skin mingling with mine. At that moment, as our bodies and souls intertwined, I knew that my love for her surpassed anything I had ever known.

Her innocence blended seamlessly with her passion, capturing my heart in a way I never thought possible. She was my wife, my soulmate, and I cherished her with every fiber of my being.

Covering us both with the warm embrace of the blanket, I held her close, savoring the precious moment with the woman I cherished above all else.

As I held her close, I whispered softly, "I'm sorry, doll." The weight of my past mistakes lingered in my voice, and my heart ached as the memories of any callousness toward her flickered in my mind.

She looked up, her eyes soft and full of understanding, as she gently asked, "Why?"

"If I ever hurt you," I replied, a touch of regret coloring my words. I wanted her to know how much I wished to erase any pain I might have caused, even unknowingly.

A warm smile lit her face as she placed her hand over mine. "Don't be sorry," she said, her gaze filled with unshakable love. "Just be with me. I am your woman; that's all that matters."

My heart swelled as she nestled into my arms, her exhaustion showing in the soft slump of her shoulders and the playful pout on her lips. "I'm tired, Mr. Kim," she murmured, her voice a little drowsy but still sweet. "Let me sleep."

With a smile, I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and promised, "Tomorrow, I'll take you somewhere special."

Her eyes opened, and a spark of curiosity and excitement flickered there. "Tell me, please," she whispered, her voice barely a breath but filled with anticipation.

I chuckled softly and leaned close, lowering my voice as if sharing a secret. "To our honeymoon."

Her eyes widened, joy and surprise brightening her expression. "Really?" she gasped, her excitement spilling over like a child's, and I couldn't help but laugh at her delight.

"Really," I affirmed, my own heart racing at the thought of the adventure awaiting us, the new memories we'd soon create.

Holding her close, I knew that every promise, every word spoken in the quiet of that moment, was a promise of the life we would share, side by side.