The air is warm, the July moon casting an ivory glow over us as we bask in the midnight breeze. It welcomes itself into our hotel room, caressing our skin and our entangled bodies. Judah has a soft smile playing on his lips, his big arms wrapped around my body as he holds me close. My wedding gown is strewn across a chair to my right, whilst Judah's three-piece suit is scattered around the room along with his undergarments.

He brings his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses as he reaches my collarbone. Alright, Mrs. Savestano. What's our game plan for tonight?He teases, his thumbs brushing circles over my bare waist.

I pull back, attempting to get a clearer view of his face, but Judah simply pulls me closer, bringing his lips to mine haphazardly. My smile is wide, and my cheeks are beginning to hurt. I run my palms down Judah's chest as he toys with my tongue, sucking and pulling. I have to swallow a moan, nails grazing his skin.

Chest heaving, I pull away to admire the sight of his tousled hair sticking out in all directions, and to the angry red scratches on his chest. The pads of my fingers trace the marks, feeling him tense beneath me, until his rough hands grasp my own. My eyes find the silver wedding band around his ring finger, smiling to myself when I recall exactly what's engraved on the inside.

Well, Mr. Savestano... I believe you're yet to find a certain name engraved in the palm of my hands,I chalk out, tapping my fingers against his sternum.

Is that so?

I hum in response and shrug. I don't make the rules.

His mood instantly sours. A laugh rumbles from the back of my throat at his expression until I'm sitting up, dragging the sheets with me. My attempt to lean against the headboard goes south when Judah forces me between his legs, his front to my back.

I attempt to shift to the side and snake my arms around him for support, but he only shakes his head with a growing frown. And when he takes my henna stained hands in his freakishly large ones, flipping over my palms, I think I know exactly how we're spending the rest of our night.

Where the hell is it?He mutters to himself, lifting my right palm to eye the intricate details of the raja drawn at the palm of my hand. I almost roll my eyes at how oblivious he is, but when he pouts and huffs in frustration, I can't help but grin. Are you sure the henna artist put my name down?

Very,I giggle to myself, using my left hand to brush my thumb down the crease between his furrowed brows. You sure you don't need glasses, old man?

Are you saying I'm getting old? I'm only twenty-eight, woman, he grunts, dropping his face into the crook of my neck. He murmurs incoherently against my skin, lips grazing the sensitive skin behind my ear, allowing me to relax into his touch.

Are we going to sit here all night trying to help you find your name?

He nods.

Boo fucking hoo.

My poor, poor husband doesn't last long.

I give up,he splutters out.

It's been a minute! Not even a minute-less than that!I say incredulously, before grunting in frustration. I lift my right palm and point to the raja. Look at his sherwani, dumbass... Some husband you are.

Judah's moment of realisation can't come soon enough, dropping his forehead to my shoulder. I don't miss the quiet 'oh' that falls from his lips, rolling my eyes. But when he pinches the flesh of my stomach, I flinch.

OiI'm a great husband, stupid,he frowns, narrowing his beautiful grey eyes at me. I'm the only man capable enough to handle your crazy... Besides, are you any better as a wife?

First of all, we've only been married for like-what? A day? And secondly, I make a great wife... even if it's been one stupid day,I defend, finding myself getting to my knees in front of him. You're lucky I decided to stick around with your grumpy self.

A day too long,he shoots back, mouth twisting up into a lazy smirk.

And just as I reach out in attempt to nipple pinch the handsome bastard of mine, his quick reflexes allow him to grip my forearms and grapple me under him. He pins my arms above my head, restricting my movements.

Judah's eyes darken at my indecency, but he makes no effort to act on his lust. Instead, he curls his fingers around my throat before lowering his head, teasing his lips over my throbbing pulse. An embarrassing whimper falls from my lips.

I think my needy little wife needs to be taught a lesson on respect,and from the devilishly attractive smirk on his face, I know I'm going to enjoy every second of this petty game of ours.

Boooooo this one is bad but I wanted it out of the way for the next one tehe

also yes, aiyana has gotten Judah on hooked on bollywood songs 🤝