The two were practically inseparable for an entire week.
From the moment their wedding night began, Riley made it his personal mission to cherish his new wife in every way a man could.
For seven days and seven nights, he was tireless—unyielding even—pouring all of his passion, strength, and affection into Iris.
Riley's pride as a man fueled him; his ego wouldn't allow him to stop until Iris was trembling, breathless, and completely undone beneath him.
Every session ended only when she collapsed onto the bed, her body limp and satisfied, her mind hazy with pleasure.
And every time she woke up in his arms, he would kiss her softly… only to start again.
Iris loved every second of it.
She had pursued Riley and now she finally had him as her husband.
This week felt like a dream she never wanted to wake from.
Every whisper, every embrace, every kiss reminded her that she had not been wrong in choosing Riley as a partner.
She was his wife. His chosen one.
