The grand reception had finally ended, and as the last of the guests departed, Ezekiel and Daphne were led toward their private chambers. The night air was crisp, but neither of them noticed. The only thing that mattered was each other.
Daphne walked beside him, her hand intertwined with his, her heart still racing from the events of the day. The wedding had been grand, filled with magic and tradition, but now came the moment that truly sealed their union.
Ezekiel cast a glance at her, his grip tightening slightly. "Are you tired?"
Daphne smirked, tilting her head slightly. "Not at all. Why? Were you hoping I'd fall asleep before we could properly celebrate?"
Ezekiel chuckled, his free hand moving to her waist as he leaned in. "Oh no, my dear wife. I intend to make sure tonight is unforgettable."
As they reached their chambers, two house-elves bowed deeply and opened the intricately carved doors. Ezekiel led Daphne inside, and the doors closed behind them with a soft click, sealing them away from the world.
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The room was breathtaking. The fireplace cast flickering golden hues across the space, and the scent of jasmine and vanilla from enchanted candles filled the air. Deep sapphire and silver silk covered the massive bed, which was adorned with white rose petals enchanted to glow softly.
Daphne ran her fingers along the fine fabric of the bed before turning to Ezekiel, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "So, Lord Malverne, what now?"
Ezekiel smirked and stepped closer, his hands resting on her waist. "Now? Now I claim my wife completely."
Before she could respond, his lips were on hers—firm yet gentle, demanding yet reverent. Daphne melted into him, her fingers tangling in his dark hair as he deepened the kiss.
His hands roamed over the smooth silk of her gown, tracing the elegant embroidery before slowly, deliberately, beginning to unfasten the intricate buttons.
Daphne shivered as the cool air kissed her bare skin, her wedding gown slipping from her shoulders, revealing delicate lace beneath.
"You're breathtaking," Ezekiel murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her collarbone before trailing lower.
Daphne bit her lip, a flush rising on her cheeks. "Flattery will get you everywhere, husband."
"Good," he whispered, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
She gasped softly as his lips brushed over the sensitive skin of her shoulder. Her hands moved to the buttons of his robe, undoing them with slow, deliberate movements.
The fabric slid from his shoulders, revealing his toned, well-built frame. Daphne's breath hitched as her fingers traced the contours of his muscles. "You're not so bad yourself," she murmured.
Ezekiel chuckled, his hands skimming down her back, pressing her closer. "Tonight, Daphne, you're mine."
His lips captured hers once more, hungrier this time, filled with an unspoken promise.
Daphne felt her heart race, her body heating under his touch. There was no hesitation, no uncertainty—only passion, longing, and the knowledge that they belonged to each other.
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The night stretched on, filled with whispers, laughter, and the sound of their hearts beating as one. They explored each other, learning every touch, every sigh, every way to bring pleasure.
Ezekiel took his time, ensuring that every moment was unforgettable for her. Daphne, though nervous at first, quickly gave in to the overwhelming pleasure of their union.
Their magic intertwined, sparks of blue and silver dancing in the air as their souls connected in ways beyond the physical.
As dawn approached, Daphne rested against Ezekiel's chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over his skin.
"We did it," she murmured sleepily, her voice laced with contentment.
Ezekiel chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Did you ever doubt we would?"
Daphne smirked. "No. But it still feels unreal. We're really married."
Ezekiel pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And this is only the beginning, my love. We have a lifetime ahead of us."
Daphne sighed contentedly, closing her eyes. "Then I suppose I should get used to sleeping beside you every night."
Ezekiel smirked. "Oh, you'll do much more than sleep, my dear wife."
Daphne chuckled, but as sleep took over, she knew one thing for certain—she had never been happier.
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