45 The First Night

Amber’s POV

Peter carried me into the bedroom with brisk strides and gently placed me on the bed.

I lay on the soft, spacious bed, gazing into Peter's deepening desire-filled eyes.

Our gazes became locked, and our breaths grew heavier.

I nervously swallowed, restraining the fear in my heart, silently reminding myself.

"This is my marriage, my responsibility."

But no matter how I reminded myself, I, who had never even had a boyfriend, was still trembling with nervousness.

Fortunately, Peter didn't exhibit an overly urgent possessiveness.

Seemingly concerned about my shyness, he gently stroked my hair and tenderly asked, "Do you need the lights off?"

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Yes."

Peter reached over to turn off the lights, and I took a deep breath to calm my emotions.

But as I exhaled, the room suddenly plunged into darkness. In an instant, my surroundings turned pitch black, and my senses became heightened.

Peter lowered his body, his tall and strong frame enveloping me.