Wedding Night
I kissed a trail down her neck, down to her chest, worshipping every inch of her skin. My lips caressed the soft mounds of her breasts, grazing over the delicate skin before taking one of her hardening peaks into my mouth. She gasped, her hands threading into my hair as she pulled me closer, but I held her firmly, savoring the moment.
I pulled back slowly, just enough to watch her face, to see the pleasure flicker in her eyes. “This is for you, Samaira,” I murmured, my lips moving lower, tracing the delicate curve of her stomach. “You deserve to feel this. All of it.”
I kissed the soft skin of her abdomen, making my way lower until I reached the edge of her lace gown. I glanced up at her, her chest rising and falling, her breath uneven. She was already soaked with desire, but I wasn’t going to rush. Not when she deserved so much more than a quick release.
I slowly, deliberately, pulled the gown off of her, taking in the sight of her naked body before me. She was mine, but it was more than that. She was the one thing in this world that I would cherish and protect with every ounce of my being.
I gently placed a pillow beneath her lower back, lifting her just enough to make her more comfortable. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with trust and something else—something I couldn’t name yet but knew was there.
I spread her legs slowly, giving her a chance to adjust to the growing tension between us. I could see the hesitation in her eyes, the vulnerability, but I didn’t push. Instead, I kissed her inner thigh, my lips brushing so gently against her sensitive skin that she shivered beneath me.
Her fingers dug into the sheets, her body trembling as I kissed lower, slowly, until I reached the apex of her heat. She gasped, her body jerking slightly at the sensation, and I smiled against her skin. She was already so responsive to me. Her body had been made for this.
I kissed her gently, at first, savoring the taste of her, feeling her hands tug at my hair as she tried to pull me closer. But I needed to take my time. She had given me everything. Now it was my turn to give her the pleasure she deserved.
I circled her sensitive clit with my tongue, slowly at first, feeling her body shudder as I teased her. I wanted to hear her—hear her pleasure, her moans, everything she felt. My hands roamed up her body, caressing her curves, holding her steady as I pushed her higher. She moaned my name, softly at first, but soon louder as I pushed her to the edge.
“Riv,” she whispered, and the sound of my name on her lips was all I needed. I moved faster, my tongue flicking and teasing until she was trembling beneath me, her body taut with the pressure. I could feel her close—so close.
“Come for me, Samaira,” I whispered against her skin, the words thick with desire. “Let go for me.”
And with a cry, she shattered, her body convulsing with pleasure, her hands clutching at me desperately. I stayed with her, slow and gentle as she came down from the high, kissing the inner curve of her thighs, worshipping her even in the aftermath.
But I wasn’t done. Not yet.
I moved back up her body, kissing her deeply as I placed myself between her legs, the tip of me just grazing against her entrance. Her breath was still shaky, her body sensitive, but I knew I had made her ready. She was mine, and I wasn’t going to take her until she was completely with me, in every way.
I kissed her again, my hands tracing the lines of her body as I slowly, carefully, entered her. She gasped at the stretch, her hands gripping my shoulders as she adjusted. I held still, letting her take the lead. She was so tight, so perfect, and I couldn’t wait to lose myself in her.
“I’m not going anywhere, little doe,” I whispered as I began to move inside her, my pace slow, steady. “I’ll give you everything you deserve.”
And with that, I began to show her just how much she meant to me, every inch of my soul dedicated to making her feel every bit of the love I had for her.
The moment Rivan’s lips left my mouth, the heat of his touch trailing down my body sent a shiver down my spine. His hands were gentle yet insistent, his touch holding me in a way that made me feel both safe and vulnerable at the same time. I was trembling, but I couldn’t tell if it was from anticipation or the soft terror of what was about to happen.
When he moved lower, I couldn’t help but gasp. His lips were like fire against my skin, and every kiss sent a jolt of warmth through me. He made me feel things I had never felt before, things that both excited me and terrified me. I wanted him—no, I needed him—but I didn’t know how to let go completely.
I felt his mouth against my body, his hands pushing my gown off, his eyes drinking in the sight of me. There was no shame, only awe and adoration in his gaze. But even as he made me feel like I was everything to him, the knot of nervousness in my stomach tightened.
When he placed the pillow beneath my back and spread my legs apart, I couldn’t stop the blush from creeping up my chest. This was it. This was real.
“Are you ready, Samaira?” His voice was low, a soft rasp, as though he was trying to hold back something primal. His hands were shaking slightly, and for a moment, it made me feel like I wasn’t the only one who was nervous.
I nodded, trying to steady my breath. I trusted him. That’s what I told myself, even as my heart raced.
His lips brushed the inside of my thigh, and I couldn’t stop the way my body arched, the sensation sending a wave of heat through me. I felt him tease me, and even as the warmth spread, there was an undeniable tension building within me—an ache that was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
The moment his mouth found me, I gasped, my hands clutching at the sheets. I wasn’t ready for the raw intensity of the pleasure he gave me, nor was I prepared for the surge of emotions that hit me all at once. It felt good, but it also felt like I was on the edge of something I couldn’t fully comprehend.
“Relax,” he murmured against me, his hands softening the tension in my body. “Let go for me, little doe.”
But I couldn’t. I felt too exposed, too vulnerable. My body responded to him instinctively, but there was a part of me still holding back, still unsure of what was to come.
When he finally moved back up, positioning himself between my legs, I felt that familiar rush of warmth spread in my chest again. His touch was possessive, and yet, gentle. He made me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
And then, as he slowly began to enter me, I gasped. The initial sting was sharp, my body protesting the intrusion, but I couldn’t pull away. His voice, soft and reassuring, filled the space between us.
“Relax, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “I won’t hurt you.”
But it did hurt. The pain shot through me, a sensation so foreign, so raw, that it made tears prick at the corners of my eyes. I could feel myself tense, my breath catching as I tried to adjust to the stretch, to the feeling of him inside me. His hands gripped my hips, holding me steady, but all I could focus on was the ache, the sting that refused to let up.
“Rivan,” I breathed, my voice shaky, and the tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over. He stopped instantly, looking down at me, his eyes wide with concern.
“Baby, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice thick with guilt. “I’ll stop if it’s too much.”
But I shook my head, my hands reaching for his face. “No. Please don’t stop. I need you.”
I didn’t know why I said that. The pain was overwhelming, but there was something else in my chest, something that made me want to be closer to him, something that made me want to push past the discomfort.
I could feel him inching deeper, the stretch becoming more bearable with each passing second. My body started to adjust, the pain slowly transforming into something else—something raw and electric.
“Are you okay?” he asked again, his voice breaking, and I could feel his restraint, his desire to protect me.
I nodded, my body already responding to him, the tension easing. The pain was fading, replaced by a wave of warmth that made my breath quicken. I felt full in a way I had never felt before. But it was more than just physical—it was emotional, it was him, and I was finally surrendering to it.
Then, as he moved, the pleasure began to seep in. His hands gripped my waist, his body moving with a careful rhythm. Each thrust, slow and deliberate, seemed to push me closer to something I couldn’t name. The tension built inside me again, but this time it was a sweet, tantalizing burn.
His name left my lips in a soft gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders as my body moved against his. The tears in my eyes blurred the world around me, but they weren’t from pain anymore. They were from the overwhelming pleasure that had started to pulse through me. I had never felt so connected, so alive, as I did in that moment.
I wanted him, needed him, and as I felt myself getting closer to that edge, I let myself go completely. “Riv,” I cried out, the pleasure crashing over me like a wave, taking me under.
He groaned, and the sound of my name on his lips sent a final wave of pleasure through me. He followed soon after, his body trembling as he collapsed beside me, pulling me close.
We lay there in silence, breathing heavily, my body still trembling from the aftermath. I could feel his heartbeat against mine, and it was in that moment that I understood—I understood what it meant to belong, to be his, and to give him everything I had.
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