The morning after their wedding, Sylvie and Caden awoke tangled in each other's arms, the events of the previous day still fresh in their minds. They had spent the night in the grand master bedroom at O'Connor Manor, the same room where they had first made love all those months ago.
As Sylvie stretched languidly beside him, Caden pulled her closer, burying his face in her neck and inhaling deeply. "Morning, wife," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep.
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