Chapter 307: Wedding Night (1)

Twirling around, her dress floating around her, those raven locks swirling around with the gentle breeze, Evanna couldn’t help smiling and giggling as Arawn spun her around, lifting her by the waist in their daring escape away from the wedding. Eyes locked from above, Evanna slid down Arawn’s body as he gently pushed her against a pillar, hidden from view of Axel and an elven lady in the gardens. The only two who had seen them flee from the celebrations.

The moon cast a silver hue around the pillar, lighting their surroundings whilst they remained in the shadow as Arawn leaned against Evanna, pinning her with his hips, caging her in with one arm resting above her head and the other softly cupping her cheek, he stared at her for a long moment, causing her heart to flutter under his smouldering gaze. Then his lips met hers. Everywhere he touched made Evanna’s skin come alive; an energetic hum flourished through her as her stomach somersaulted and her hands slid around the back of Arawn’s head.

His silky white locks brushed the side of Evanna’s face as he expertly deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue alongside hers, sucking on her bottom lip that made her knees buckle. Arawn chuckled and rolled his hips into Evanna, eliciting a sigh, and her hands clutching tighter onto his neck for support even though the pillar was at her back. She couldn’t help but dig her nails into his skin, crazed by this passion consuming them both.

Releasing her from his lips, Arawn delved into her neck, sucking and kissing, causing her skin to spark and come aflame; heat brushed along her skin, bringing colour to her cheeks and neck. She sighed again, her head tilting back as his lips lowered and left one nip above her breast. With the style of her dress, Arawn couldn’t go any further.

Frustration almost made him rip the material apart, whether they were in the open or not. Arawn held onto some ounce of patience, though. Some.

Instead, his hand lowered along Evanna’s waist, and his lips claimed hers again whilst his hand collected her skirt up to her hip before trailing along her inner thigh and discovering her lingerie to be damp. A low groan escaped his lips, feeling pleased to find her ready for him. "Looks like I don’t need to warm you up," he whispered huskily in her ear before nipping it. "Have you been thinking about tonight that much?"

Tingling sensations shot straight to her core, directed from her ear where he nibbled it. Evanna gasped at the stimulation as his hand that had been cupping her now rubbed slowly against the damp material, stirring her on more.

"I’ve been thinking about you," Evanna breathed, meeting his eyes. Their breaths caught, and a burning hunger sparked behind those crystal blue eyes of Arawn’s, making them grow darker.

"*Fuck, Evanna, you make me so impatient,*" Arawn growled, lifting Evanna up until his arms were beneath her back and under her knees. Her arms immediately went around his neck.

Evanna giggled after he playfully nipped at her neck and started marching down the hallway, his brusque speed revealing his impatience, along with where his lips guided down her neck, pausing once more just above the swell of her breasts. Evanna’s cheeks heated, and she hid her face into his neck as a few nobles passed them by, stopping to bow and keep their heads low. One glare from Arawn sent them on their merry way, though.

"*No hiding now,*" Arawn whispered as he turned a corner and immediately started sprinting up the stairs towards his chambers. The guards pretended not to notice, looking ahead as the newlyweds approached, but the moment Arawn passed by, they looked at his back; Evanna watched from over his shoulder. They were intrigued by their future Queen and the spell she’d cast on the icy prince, who only smiled for Evanna.

The doors swung open just as he approached. Unlike the time when Evanna was there, the place was now set up romantically. Tealight candles floated above their heads, with the luminous butterflies from before fluttering around higher than the candles, creating their own patterns and Milky Way. Over the enormous canopy bed, red orb-like lights trickled down the sides of the bed in front of the drapes that hid them from the rest of the room.

The fireplace was alight, warming the room, but Evanna was already hot, almost too hot. "This place looks amazing," Evanna murmured somewhat nervously, her gaze sweeping over everything, but Arawn only watched her. Feeling the heat of his gaze, she looked back at him just as her feet hit the ground, her body pressed up against Arawn’s. With his eyes locked onto Evanna’s, his fingers brushed along her neck, either side, under her hair and unclipped the top of her dress.

"*There is no need to be nervous. Not with me, Evanna.*" His voice was like a caress against her skin, melting away any of the anxiety starting to bubble within her.

Slowly, the dress started to grow loose against Evanna’s body, sliding along her skin, revealing her breasts and hardened nipples until it pooled around her feet. Arawn inhaled sharply, taking in the sight of his beloved wife. Unable to resist anymore, he kneeled before her, snatched the lingerie until it broke away at the seams, grabbed her waist and tugged her core towards him.

"Arawn!" Evanna gasped, eyes wide, too captivated by his heated gaze to look away with the warm flush against her cheeks.

Arawn’s tongue brushed against the bundle of nerves at the very top of her core. The sensitivity almost made her fall backwards at a dizzying degree, but Arawn’s grip on her backside prevented that from happening as he continued to lap up her juices. Evanna’s hands went to the back of his head for support, accidentally brushing the side of his pointed ears. His eyes darkened, and she almost toppled backwards again as the pressure of his strokes grew harder, and he sucked and nipped at her, enticing that oversensitive bundle to make her crumble before him.

Evanna was close to the edge of blissfulness until Arawn lifted her leg and put it over his shoulder, giving him more access to her folds. "A-rawn," Evanna stuttered between a groan as his tongue delved between her folds hungrily and his fingers slid inside of her, scissoring, twisting and curling at the very depths, causing her breaths to grow louder.

It was then Evanna realised she was still touching Arawn’s ears which seemed to have him in a frenzied state, tasting her, groaning as he did, and his fingers switched between scissoring and pumping inside of her. "Arawn!" Evanna moaned, her head tipping back as everything tightened, stars bursting behind her eyes and everything released, waves and waves of pleasure rippled through her.

Arawn finally allowed her to fall back onto the bed. Gasping for breath, she felt herself dripping on the sheet; she was so wet. Embarrassment should have made her face red, but it never raised the colour to the surface; besides the slight flush from her orgasm, instead of feeling mortified, she was struck by her elven husband’s looks and the small strip show he’d just started to put on.

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