263: Their wedding night (part 4)

Their wedding night (part 4)

2The first rays of dawn stealthily crept into the room.

Adela and Egon remained suspended in time and space. He managed to thrust all the way inside of her then held very still. Unable to bring himself to pull out of her and let her have the much-needed sleep she deserved.

She was still trying to adjust to the feeling of him, her eyes on her lower abdomen, she saw his erect penis through the outside. But the notion was still, extremely surreal.

"Adelaide."

"Yes?" The word came out in a hoarse whisper.

"I want to move. Tell me if it becomes painful. The mate bond…I can't concentrate."

Meeting his handsome face with an upward glance, she recognized the identical detachment from reality mirrored in his bewildered onyx eyes. She raised her hand gradually and brushed away the droplets of sweat on his eyebrows. The extent of self-restraint he was exerting on her behalf did not elude her notice.

She was cherished.

"I will tell you." She promised, silently resolved to only speak if the situation truly exceeded her ability to handle it.

Without pulling out of her, he eased away with much care, causing as little friction as possible between them. It was such a unique feeling: he was inside of her body, her insides clinging to him, they had truly become one. 

When he eased himself into her again, the friction was much more notable, a local fire in her lower parts.

She whimpered.

He stopped. "Painful?"

"No," she breathed, "It's actually… Good."

This time He thrust into her with more confidence.

"I can feel you clenching around me." He marveled, beads of sweat appearing on his chest and arms.

She had no idea what pleasure feels like for a man, but she wanted him to feel good, just as good as he made her feel, better if possible. 

"I want more," she admitted, not only because it was sincere but also to alleviate any concerns he might have.

His rhythm was slow and steady as he started to really move inside of her, two currents colliding in her overwhelmed mind, a painful burning sensation, encased with the deliciousness of the friction, it made her want to move too.

So she did. 

He let out a guttural moan before bending down and kissing her. It was as though she briefly glimpsed the conflicting desires within his mind and body, he was torn between an inhuman urge to claim her and a very sane need to shield her from his beastly power. 

Egon was lost in his own inner chaos.

She hugged him and then whispered in his ear, "I trust you; I want you." She kissed his ear again and again and then buried her mouth and nose in the crook of his neck when he started moving faster.

It was extremely difficult to say anything after that since the pain was increasing, biting her lips, she dug her nails into his shoulders until she really couldn't handle the intensity anymore. But just as she was about to ask him to stop, she felt his entire body stiffening. 

"Adelaide," He let out a cry of pleasure, tilting his head back, his jaw clenched, and his eyes scrunched closed in a scowl.

Witnessing the impact she had on him brought a different form of contentment within her heart and mind, but she was quickly consumed by her body again, feeling hot, fluid surges spreading inside of her while he continued to throb .

The pleasure of a man was violent, and Egon's pleasure was the most mesmerizing sight.

As he opened his eyes, his head promptly lowered until their noses were pressed together. They were both panting, both smiling as they were trying to catch their breath.

Once their hearts had regained a semblance of composure, they exchanged a tender kiss that lingered, its impact soothing rather than exciting, serving as the ideal conclusion to the most intimate, most primal connection they had shared.

"I will withdraw now." He announced before holding her tenderly.

His plan was to ease out of her slowly, but as she continued to wince, he decided that taking a swifter approach might be better. 

"Bear with me."

She gasped when he pulled out completely, but her attention wavered as he tugged her gently by the hand, lying down beside her on their bed.

"How hurt are you?" He asked with a worried tone.

Her insides were stinging and burning, but was she hurt? So many sensations occupied her mind, her body ached, yet it was a novel sensation, one that left her feeling fulfilled.

"Adelaide." He urged.

She smiled as their gazes met. "I was informed that it would be much more difficult than this."

He appeared momentarily surprised, and then comprehension dawned on his face. "The Baroness?"

Adela nodded, recalling her nanny's flushed complexion and flustered demeanor during their conversation. Yet, she herself had been equally embarrassed throughout that discussion. 

"So it was… Not difficult for you."

She peered up at him, his dejected tone not escaping her.

"It was… an act of love that I will never forget, I want to do this with you, as much as possible…"

She shielded her eyes with her elbow, feeling her cheeks, ears, and neck growing warm. Embarrassment flooded her, and she regretted sharing all of this with him.

"Hey…" He attempted to move her arm, but he released it when she resisted.

"I'm sorry for being so bashful," she confessed, hating her own shyness. "You're my husband, and yet the considerable gap between my inexperience and your expertise... It makes me somewhat self-conscious."

At this juncture, she couldn't fathom why she was voicing these thoughts. Reflecting on all the women Egon had been with before her was the last thing she wanted to do on their wedding night, particularly after such an eventful day. 

"…Would you like to take a bath?" 

The question caught her off guard initially, but the prospect of warm water enveloping her body at that moment was irresistible.

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