Wren stirred awake, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow over the room. The scent of last night lingered in the air, a heady mix of passion and exhaustion that made her smile sleepily. She felt Conner’s presence before she saw him, his arm draped possessively over her waist, his breath warm against her neck.

“Good morning, wife,” Conner murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

Wren opened her eyes to find her husband gazing at her with a tenderness that made her heart flutter. His dark hair was tousled, his eyes filled with that familiar spark of mischief. It still felt surreal to her—they were married now, bound together by vows and love.

“Mmm…good morning, husband,” Wren replied, her voice thick with affection.

Before she could fully wake up, Conner leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. It was slow and lazy, the kind of kiss that spoke of contentment and a love that didn’t need to be rushed. Wren let herself sink into it for a moment before playfully swatting him away.

“Stop…we’re all dirty from last night,” she teased, rolling onto her back with a mock frown.

Conner grinned, his eyes roaming over her with a look that made her blush. “I don’t mind,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “I love everything about you.”

Wren laughed, a sound that was light and full of joy. “Well, I do mind,” she said, pushing herself up in bed. “I’m going to take a shower.”

Conner’s grin widened, and Wren could see the glint of playfulness in his eyes. “I’ll join you,” he announced, sitting up and stretching.

Wren stood up, letting the sheets fall away, revealing her naked form. She glanced back at Conner over her shoulder, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “I guess I’ll allow it,” she said, her tone daring, “if you can catch me first.”

Conner’s breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her—his beautiful wife, glowing in the morning light. It was moments like these that made him fall in love with her all over again. But he wasn’t about to let her get away so easily. “Come here, wife,” he called, springing from the bed with newfound energy.

Wren laughed, a sweet, melodic sound that filled the room, and darted toward the bathroom. But before she could close the door, Conner’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her back into his embrace.

“Gotcha,” he whispered against her ear, his voice thick with desire.

Wren’s heart raced as Conner held her close, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips. “Now let’s take that shower,” he said, his tone a mix of command and affection.

Together, they stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading down their bodies, washing away the remnants of the night before. Conner’s hands moved over Wren’s skin, his touch tender yet possessive, as if he still couldn’t believe she was truly his.

“You’re truly beautiful,” Conner murmured, his lips grazing her ear. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

Wren’s heart swelled at his words. “Well, believe it,” she said, turning to face him. “Because I will always be yours.”

Conner’s eyes darkened with emotion as he cupped her face in his hands. “I’m the luckiest man alive,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Wren smiled, a playful glint in her eyes. “You’re not the only one who’s lucky,” she teased, running her fingers through his wet hair. “You’re quite handsome yourself.”

Before Conner could respond, Wren pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of their love, their connection, and the fire that still burned bright between them. Conner’s hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her as if he couldn’t get enough.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Conner murmured against her lips, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed her against the cool tiles of the shower.

Wren’s laughter bubbled up, light and full of affection. “Me either,” she admitted, her voice breathy with desire.

Conner’s eyes darkened with want, his hands tightening their hold on her. “I have to have you again, Kitten,” he said, his voice thick with need.

Wren pouted, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m still sore from last night,” she teased, running a finger down his chest.

Conner’s expression softened, his love for her shining through. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Wren’s heart fluttered at the tenderness in his voice. “Fine,” she whispered, a smile tugging at her lips.

Without another word, Conner lowered himself to his knees, his lips brushing against her stomach, leaving a trail of kisses down her wet skin. His touch was soft, reverent, as if he were worshipping every inch of her.

“Conner…what are you doing?” Wren asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Just enjoy it, Kitten,” Conner replied, his voice thick with desire.

Wren gasped as Conner’s tongue found her most sensitive spot, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her hands found their way into his hair, her fingers tangling in the wet strands as he continued his ministrations.

“Ahhh…ohhh…Conn…Conner…” Wren moaned, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.

“That’s right, Kitten,” Conner murmured against her skin. “Come for me.”

Wren’s body shook with pleasure as she found her release, her juices mixing with the warm water as they flowed over Conner’s tongue. He grinned up at her, satisfaction written all over his face.

“Did you like that, Kitten?” Conner asked, his voice a low, teasing purr.

Wren’s head fell back against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps. “Very much,” she managed to say, her voice still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

A wicked grin spread across her face as she pushed Conner to sit down on the shower seat. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, her voice laced with desire.

She straddled his legs, lowering herself onto him, taking every inch of him inside her. Conner’s hands gripped her hips, helping her move as she began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate.

Conner groaned, his hands tightening their hold on her as she continued to move, her pace quickening as the pleasure built between them. His mouth found her nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he sucked, sending another wave of pleasure through her.

“Wren…” Conner moaned, his voice thick with need. “I’m going to…”

His words were cut off as his release overtook him, his body tensing as he spilled inside her, the heat of his seed filling her. Wren gasped, her body trembling as she found her own release, the pleasure too much to bear.

“I can feel your hot seed inside me,” Wren murmured, her voice breathy with satisfaction.

Conner chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that sent shivers down her spine. “Don’t say such naughty words, Kitten, or you’ll get another round.”

Wren laughed, a sound full of warmth and affection, and playfully smacked his chest. She stood up, her legs shaky from the intensity of their lovemaking, and began to wash herself off under the warm water.

Conner grabbed a washcloth and soap, his eyes filled with tenderness as he began to wash her. “Here, let me help you,” he said, his voice soft.

Wren smiled, a contented sigh escaping her lips. “Okay,” she whispered, her body relaxing under his gentle touch.

But just as she thought the washing was over, the washcloth was replaced by Conner’s fingers, sliding into her most sensitive spot. Wren gasped, her body arching into his touch as he continued to work his magic.

“Kitten, I can’t get enough of you,” Conner murmured against her ear, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

Wren moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. “Conner…it feels…so…”

Her words were lost to the moans of pleasure that escaped her lips, her body shaking as she found her release once more, the pleasure too much to bear.

The shower was long, hot, and steamy, filled with the sounds of their pleasure and the love that bound them together. And as they finally stepped out of the shower, wrapped in each other’s arms, Wren knew that this was only the beginning of their life together—a life filled with love, passion, and the promise of forever.

But as the newlyweds reveled in their blissful morning, elsewhere, someone was waking up with a very different kind of morning after.