260: Their wedding night (part 1)

Their wedding night (part 1)

In the extravagant golden carriage of House von Conradie, a bride in a wedding gown, marred by stains on the sides and wrinkles in its middle section, lay cradled within the arms of her silent groom.0

She drifted in and out of a doze.

Settled sidelong on Egon's lap, Adela nestled as close as she could, her nose buried in the crook of his neck where his earthy fragrance was most concentrated. Her head found its place on his shoulder, and sleep overcame her.

She didn't hear the carriage stopping, only when the door opened from the outside, a fragrant breeze came in. Her eyes fluttered open then they remained so, for the bride and groom had arrived at their house near the eastern entrance.

"Close your eyes; I'll carry you."

Grateful for his offer, she allowed herself to fully enjoy the sensation of her weight shifting with ease as he maneuvered her to the carriage's door and then lifted her into his arms, holding her in a bridal embrace.

When she turned her head to the other side, a sharp gasp escaped her lips as her eyes met a mesmerizing sight. Fully mature jasmine trees surrounded their house.

"Do you like it?" His voice carried a note of anticipation.

A tired but genuine laugh bubbled from her. "I love it!"

The late night air was thick with the sweet aroma of the white blossoms. The windows of their home called them, emitting a warm yellow glow from within.

As they approached the front door, he effortlessly pushed it open and carried her over the threshold.

"Welcome home," his voice brushed against her ear.

"Thank you," she replied shyly.

The house looked nothing like the last time she had entered it with furnishings distinct from those of her father's manor or anywhere around Emoria, reminding her of the von Conradie estate in Kolhis.

"You're free to rearrange anything you find unsuitable. You can alter or replace anything according to your preferences."

"It's perfect just as it is."

The arms encircling her waist slightly tightened. As she looked up at him, she noticed a frown creasing his brow.

"I always believed that noblewomen were demanding and difficult to please. How is it that you're the complete opposite?"

"I'm simply being honest. We can make changes if we come across anything that doesn't suit us, but as of now, I find it quite to my liking."

His predatorial eyes suddenly darkened.

"Allow me to guide you to the room we'll spend most of our time in."

With smiles exchanged between them, he carried her up the stairs and to the room she had previously been to during her last visit. Upon opening the door, she was greeted by a layout reminiscent of her bedroom at her father's mansion—an endearing gesture that tugged at her heartstrings. The lamps around, and all the furnishings mirrored those she was accustomed to with one notable difference: the bed was much larger, dwarfing her already ample one.

"It looks like we'll have a bit of a journey between your side of the bed and mine," she remarked playfully.

A throaty laugh escaped his lips, resonating near her ear.

"Sleep may not be your priority in this bed, but when you do, it'll be with your head on my chest."

A blush warmed her cheeks as he gently set her down on her own two feet and regarded her with a soft gaze. His gloved hand brushed over her shoulders and arm.

"I was worried I might not be able to remove this wedding gown myself tonight."

Anticipating his intention, she took her good time to pivot, but her attempts to maintain steady breathing proved to be a challenge as his skilled, gloved hand gradually unfastened the bustier.

"Your back is exquisite."

Tracing a finger along her spine with his free hand, Egon ignited a fire up and down her backside, she quivered slightly when the unfastening was complete, instinctively shielding her breasts from his hungry eyes when the bustier fell on the floor, modestly using her right arm as a barrier.

His hand moved to her skirt, unhooking the metallic clutch and sliding down the zipper. The skirt fell to the ground, leaving her in nothing but silky underwear and stockings.

She swallowed hard. Her back and her legs heated up under his gaze.

"Beautiful."

Her heart raced within her chest as his hands delicately worked through her hair, deftly removing pins and allowing the flowers the Baroness had placed there to remain until the end.

He lowered his head, inhaling deeply.

"They wilted," she softly protested.

"It's not the scent of the flowers I'm drawing into my lungs, Adelaide," he replied, taking them out and letting them fall onto the skirt that pooled at her feet.

His hand gently guided her, turning her to face him. Though her arm remained covering her breasts from his view, they rose and fell with anticipation.

That was when an unexpected loud growl escaped from her stomach.

She closed her eyes, overcome with embarrassment. "I beg your pardon."

"That's my line. It's my first day as a husband, and I let my wife go hungry."

With a kind smile, he removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, then made quick work of buttoning it up while her arm continued to shield her breasts.

"It's the second time that I'm noticing this, you look quite good in my clothes." he admired as she slid her arms into the sleeves. "Give me a minute."

He moved with inhuman speed and returned with a plate of fruit in hand.

"I had them prepare things that will give you energy. I want you to keep up with me tonight."

Taken aback by his audacity, her lips parted in surprise. Egon seized the opportunity and picked up a slice of tangerine then offered it to her.

"Open wider."

She complied, and he gently fed it to her. It was cold, juicy, and wonderfully sweet.

"Is it to your liking?" he asked in a husky tone.

"Mhm," she hummed in approval, "Aren't you going to eat?"

The look he gave her in response caused a flutter in her stomach.

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