As she walked down the aisle, I stood at the altar, mesmerized by her beauty and elegance. Though we both had reservations about this marriage – especially back then – mine had vanished. Now, I wanted this union. After exchanging our vows, and after the whole ceremony went by, we settled into my Rolls-Royce. The driver headed towards my mansion, silence filling the air until I spoke up with a hint of amusement. "We're heading to my estate...Darling." Her gaze met mine, annoyance flickering across her face. "I'm aware of the destination, Mr. Romanov," she replied, her tone sharp and fiery. I chuckled, taking her hand and brushing a kiss across it. "Glad you know...Mrs. Romanov." Her eyes narrowed slightly at the title, before she turned to gaze out the window, a hint of a pout on her lips. "Shut up," she muttered, though her tone lacked conviction. I chuckled softly, intrigued by her reaction. Upon arriving at my mansion, my butler escorted her to my room. I followed closely behind, a smirk on my face. The room was meticulously decorated – rose petals scattered everywhere, candles flickering softly, and a chilled bottle of champagne accompanied by delicate glasses. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the romantic ambiance. I leaned in, my voice low and teasing. "Romantic, isn't it?" She flinched slightly at my proximity, her annoyance palpable – exactly the reaction I sought. She moved to the couch, removing her veil as she sat down. Her voice was barely audible as she muttered "We haven't seen each other in years, and now we're married...this is surreal." I smiled to myself, deciding to tease her further. I caught her eye and winked, then began to loosen my tie and remove my jacket. My shirt followed suit, unbuttoned and casual. I walked towards her, noticing her eyes widen slightly – fear, uncertainty, and a hint of surprise flickered across her face. My hands rested on the couch, trapping her gently between my arms as I leaned in closer. My voice dropped to a seductive tone. "What do you think...?" Her face was a mix of emotions – shock, annoyance, and a hint of fear. She stuttered "N-no...I-I am no–" I cut her off gently, chuckling softly. I interrupted her gently, a smile still on my lips. "I'm asking, may I sleep beside you tonight – respecting your boundaries, of course? Or shall I resign myself to the couch? Hmm, my wife?" I said, making it clear I'd never cross that line – her consent was essential. My words were deliberate, ensuring she knew her comfort came first, and compromise was my priority.
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