Darian's smile widened as he noticed his wife approaching him. She took over his hands, which were in the process of tying his tie. His brown eyes refused to look away from the beautiful woman before him. Her graceful fingers deftly adjusted his tie until he didn't realize Fahira had finished.

"All set, Darian!" Fahira said, caressing Darian's chest, her fingers brushing against the folds of his suit jacket.

"Ever since I have you, Darian only wants to stay at home!" Darian whispered while tracing Fahira's face, which always seemed to glow whenever she was with him.

Darian's lips landed at the tip of Fahira's upturned nose, gently rubbing against...