The heavy oak door clicked shut behind Lucien, sealing them in the amber glow of flickering candles that cast dancing shadows across the silk-draped bed. Elara stood near the edge, her auburn hair spilling loose over her shoulders like liquid fire, emerald eyes locked on his piercing gaze as the space between them crackled with unspoken need from their slow-burn arranged marriage—this their first time. No words passed as he approached, his hands rising to trace the curve of her waist, pulling her against the hard planes of his chest where she could feel the thunder of his heart matching her own. Their breaths mingled, hot and shallow, before his mouth claimed hers in a slow, deepening kiss that tasted of longing long denied, tongues sliding in a dance of awakening desire.

Lucien's fingers worked at the laces of her gown with reverent urgency, the fabric whispering to the floor and baring her full breasts, nipples already tight with arousal, to the cool night air and his hungry gaze. He lowered his head, lips closing over one peak to suckle gently, drawing a soft moan from Elara as heat pooled low in her belly, her pussy growing slick and aching. "You're so beautiful, my perfect wife," he murmured against her skin, voice low and adoring as his hands roamed worshipfully over every curve—shoulders, hips, the soft swell of her belly—exploring with gentle dominance that made her tremble. His touch and words together built her pleasure until she came with a trembling cry, body arching, then again as his fingers and mouth lingered, praising her strength and grace with each touch that worshipped without haste.

Her hands explored him in turn, sliding beneath his shirt to map the taut muscles of his back, then lower to cup the firm swell of his ass before freeing his cock—thick, veined, and already rigid with need. She stroked him slowly, thumb circling the bead of precum at the tip, feeling him pulse in her grip as their bodies pressed closer. Driven by his deep desire to pleasure her first, Lucien guided her to the bed, making her cum once more with his devoted attention before settling between her thighs. They locked eyes in silence, nothing but their heavy breathing filling the space, as he nudged her wet folds. "I love you," he whispered, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers. He entered her inch by inch, stretching her tight heat with deliberate care. With each slow stroke he praised her: "My perfect wife and partner, I love your fire, your kindness, the way you hold my heart." Elara was filled with so much pleasure she came hard, clenching around him, which made Lucien finally cum just as hard, their joined hands anchoring the shared release that bound them tighter than any vow.

As their shared tremors faded into the warm hush of the room, Elara lay draped over Lucien's chest, their bodies still joined and glistening with sweat, hearts hammering in unison. The afterglow wrapped around them like velvet, yet the fire in her core refused to dim—arousal bubbling hotter as her mind drifted to the tall mirror tucked in the corner, its silver frame catching the candlelight. She wanted him to see her fully, this hidden part of herself she'd kept locked away behind duty and grace. Pulling back with a sultry smile, she rose on shaky legs and extended her hand. "Sit on the floor in front of the mirror," she commanded softly, her emerald eyes flashing with newfound authority. Lucien’s gaze darkened with surprise and delight, his cock twitching back to hardness at her tone as he obeyed, settling onto the plush rug with his back against the cool glass.

Elara turned away from him, straddling his hips in a fluid motion that positioned her facing the mirror, her full breasts heaving and auburn hair cascading wildly. She reached between her thighs to guide his thick cock back into her slick pussy, sinking down with a shared groan as her tight heat enveloped him once more. The reflection captured everything—the way her body arched, nipples taut, hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made her ass press flush against his abdomen. Lucien watched in awe, hands gripping her waist as this bold, commanding side of his wife unfolded before him, her intelligent kindness now laced with raw, freaky passion that left him breathless. "Gods, you're incredible," he rasped, eyes locked on her contorted expressions in the mirror—lips parted, brows furrowed in ecstasy—as she rode him harder, her inner walls clenching around his shaft with every descent.

His fingers slid down to massage her swollen clit in firm, circling strokes, matching the rhythm of her movements while he leaned in to whisper against her ear. "You feel so good wrapped around my cock, so wet and perfect—I'm blessed beyond measure to grow old with you, my love, to witness every hidden fire you share only with me." Each thrust sent sparks through them both, her moans echoing as pleasure built anew, their reflections a testament to the unspoken bond now blazing openly between them.

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