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.