Chapter 308: Wedding Night (2)
Although Evanna was dripping and ready for Arawn, her mouth turned dry as he began to unbutton his robe. She’d seen his body before, but after that euphoric orgasm he coaxed out of her, she was lustful for everything. Arawn had been impatiently patient with her, but now she was the one with twitching fingers wanting more, needing more. She watched as slowly his chest was revealed, his stomach muscles next until his thumbs hooked around his waistband, teasingly slow before he continued to remove garment after garment. They dropped to the side, but Evanna didn’t see the clothes, just the man before her.
Evanna’s legs parted by themselves as the prince started to crawl towards her on the bed. Excitement and nervousness coiled within her as heat tickled along her skin, the light hairs on her arms rising as every little fibre and nerve ending in her sparked to life to the man coming above her. Without even touching, she could feel his heat encasing her.
Every dip in the bed, every shadow and contour of his muscles as they flexed, his scent and the darkening, possessive and lustful gaze had Evanna’s senses in overdrive as she reached towards him. Arawn chuckled, his hand skimming up the side of her thigh as she slowly lowered her head, watching him through doe-like eyes. Even though Evanna was not as innocent as before, this was still a big moment for them both.
His smirk grew, his lips tickling the side of her neck, his thoughts connecting with Evanna’s as his not-so-innocent wife started to stroke him. It was so light, her touch a tease, her scent wrapping around him as he felt the heat of her body. Arawn’s hand caressed her stomach, sliding towards her breasts, skimming over her flesh and teasing her nipple as his tongue ran down the side of her neck.
Her hand tightened around him, a breathy sigh leaving her. With the lighting above him casting shadows over them, the setting was magical and marvellous, reminding Evanna once more of the night they kissed and he proposed.
"I should..." Evanna trailed off as Arawn shook his head. Again, it was like he could read her mind.
"Tonight is all about making you feel comfortable," Arawn whispered before his mouth claimed hers and the hand that had been skimming over her nipple cupped and kneaded her breast as their tongues became entwined in a heated, breathy kiss.
Evanna pulled away, breathing heavily, "Arawn..." It came out more like an impatient groan.
Arawn chuckled; his glacial eyes were alight in amusement. "Alright, I think you’re wet enough..." He jested.
"You think?" Evanna retorted breathlessly, a light giggle escaping her lips. Their jovial behaviour lightened the pressing nerves within her, and it was exactly what she needed.