The Marriage Bed Novels & Stories

I turned around and reached for the pillows I had thrown earlier to the other side of the bed, but Hugo was quicker. He grabbed them first and tossed them all to the floor as if clearing obstacles from a battlefield. "Hugo!" I cried, almost desperate. "That neutral zone ruins the aesthetic of our bed. Besides, it’s our wedding night. Who says the husband has to sleep in a demilitarized zone?" "I do!" I cut in quickly. He chuckled softly. "Sweetheart, you can’t make unilateral rules. This is a marriage, not a UN meeting."

Just cold marble under my bare feet and a bedroom the size of my grandmother's entire ground floor, the sheets so crisp they still smelled faintly of starch instead of home. I sat up slowly, pulling the duvet around my shoulders, and looked at the empty side of the bed. He hadn't slept there. Of course he hadn't. There were seven bedrooms in this house and he'd chosen the one at the opposite end of the hallway, as if putting distance between us made the marriage certificate on Matthew's desk any less real.

The scent of cedarwood, rich leather, and his expensive cologne hung heavy in the air. I dropped my worn duffel bag onto the floor, where it looked completely pathetic against the luxury. I turned to him, crossing my arms. “This is your room,” I said. Lucien closed the door behind us. “Our room.” I turned to face him. “No. Absolutely not. This is not a real marriage. I’m not sharing a bedroom with you.” He raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused. “Our marriage is as real as it gets, selvaggia. You signed the papers. You will sleep where I sleep.”

Charlotte answered. "I know what a bed is used for. I'm asking why you're sleeping in my bed." "When a man and a woman get married, they sleep in the same bed or would you prefer it if I slept in some random man's bed?" A growl left Sebastian's mouth when he heard what Charlotte proposed. "Relax my dear husband. I'm not as cheap as you to bring another man into this relationship. It may be fake, but I respect the rules surrounding a marriage. I wish the same could be said about you."

Sabrina and Sean got married under a special arrangement which left Sabrina wallowing in shame living like a gold digger that she was labeled as. The Winter family was a bad situation when the couple got married.Everyone thought that Sabrina had climbed onto Sean’s bed to warm up to him just get a few millions out of him. But,no one really cares to find out the truth about the marriage between them,not even Sean himself. They got married due to the scandal about three years ago.Then,she gave birth to their son,Sage Sheldon a year later.

He said calmly. “Before that, I need my answer, Mr. Astor,” I tried to sound determined. “We will share the bedroom and the house. It will be an actual marriage, the perfect marriage that California has ever seen in their lifetime.“ “Still, not the stuff I want to know,” I sighed.

By the time the sun climbed higher in the sky, the three of us lay tangled together on the ruined bed, sweaty, spent, and smiling. This marriage was going to be fun. And the fun had only just started.

"She's already blocked your number by now! Why are you still trying to get her back when you know she's as easy as fuck? Why won't you just marry me?" Austin glared daggers at her while pointing at the villa door. "Get out of here! I don't want to see you or hear your voice anymore!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the maids came forward, lifted Carol to her feet, and began dragging her toward the door. Just then, Austin and Carol both received a text message at the same time. It said, "I've already arranged for the wedding. You two should get married as soon as possible to avoid more rumors spreading that'll disgrace the Salazar family!"

THE WORD marriage was a big word for me. If ever you’ll enter into the sacrament of marriage, you must be ready for the lifetime commitment because marriage wasn’t just a stage of life where you wanted to marry someone at first then if you get tired, you’ll leave him or her. In the stage of marriage, there was no room for playing. People weren’t playing at this stage. Before two people enter this stage, you two must be very sure that you love each other and that both are willing to enter into a lifetime commitment. Being married to someone was the starting point where you will be building a family with your partner.

The triangle of her pussy is bald, the slit dark and inviting. The covers glided slowly down my body as I stand from the bed. The soft-touch of the silk makes my cock twinge in agony; I grit my teeth as my arousal has now been peeked. Then she calls me back, “Tomorrow we are getting married.”