Chapter 65: IT WAS THE WEDDING NIGHT

Elena Evans

My wedding dress was now an unwanted hassle as I trudged along beside my mate.

He paused for a moment and then scoped me into his arms with a chuckle.

"You are tired," he said as he began to take me to his bedroom.

What was he saying? I thought as I snapped my neck to look at him.

It was the wedding night.

"Well, not too tired to have you. It is just this gown that weighs me down. I am perfectly fine." He chuckled again at my blatant invitation.

"If you say so."

He kissed me the moment that we were behind closed doors, his mouth pillaging mine hungrily.

We disengaged for only a moment as he set me down on my feet. He backed me against the door and kissed me again, plundering.

He tasted all of me as if he was new to me and trying desperately to find out what ingredient I was made of, not wanting to miss out even a single taste. His tongue tangoed with mine and I moaned softly.

I liked his aggression, enjoyed every bit of it even.

He stepped back suddenly to stare at me, his eyes going over me in one long sweep.

"You are beautiful Elena, and you are mine," he told me again.

"Yes Sebastian, yes I am yours," I affirmed his proclamation.

He took me swiftly in his arms and then he kissed me fervently, burning with an uncontrolled desire, an unbridled passion, dangerously all consuming, infecting me also.

The flames of desire and want roared to life inside of me and I gasped at the rugged intensity of it.

His tongue slid into my mouth, exploring their depths as I arched against him. But the bothersome gown I was putting on would not let me any closer to him. So I groaned in complian.

"This nonsense and stupid wedding dress," I mouthed in slight anger against his mouth.

Sebastian broke away from the kiss laughing.

"Let me help you out of it," he offered with amused eyes.

"Thank you," I said as he began to work in the fastening. After a few minutes of not being able to loosen it, he spoke. "This damn gown!" I could hear the frustration in his voice loud and clear.

It was my turn to giggle, amused by his frustration.

"You should just tear the damn thing off me Sebastian, I have no use for it after today," I proffered a solution.

"Very well, I will listen to you." The snapping sound of the gown being torn filled the room and the top bodice hung loosely around my chest. And when he made one last pull, the gown went to the floor, pooling in a heap around my feet. "That is better now?"

"Yes," I said as he lifted me out of the ruins of the gown.

He told me in his arms and kisses me again, a continuation from where we had stopped. His hands travelled across my body, caressing me tenderly. As his hands reached for my underwear, I purred in anticipation. He slipped his fingers underneath the cotton material, finding my soft opening with them.

I moaned at the contact, fire blazing under my skin. I moaned again into his ears as he teased my wet slit.

"Sebastian," I moaned. He planted kisses on my neck as his fingers worked its way inside of my pussy. I spread my legs apart to allow him more space to pump his fingers in and out of me.

I missed this.

I missed him.

But now, I would have it everyday, and him, forever because he was now mine.

He belonged to me alone.

He slid his fingers out of me and scooped me into his hands, taking me to his bed.

He was stared down at me from between my legs, his erect cock rubbing against my wet pussy erotically.

He kissed my neck, my collar bones, his mouth traveling over the expanse of my stomach to my pussy.

He simply looked at me once before he proceeded to devour my wet garden like it was his favourite snack.

I arched my back away from the bed grabbing the sheets as his tongue did winders to my core.

His tongue ran across my clitoris sweetly in a rhythm that kept me pleasured but away from the edge. He licked the rim of my entrance once in a while, alternating between the two actions that threatened to drive me crazy.

Moans after moans left my mouth as I saw stars.

Then, he held his thick cock in his hands and guided it gently into my wet hungry pussy.

He began to thrust inside of me, taking me to the cloud nine, hitting my g-spot, the back of my pussy.

I purred my pleasure into his ears as he leaned down to suckle on my breasts.

His tongue circled my nipples, biting on the thick beads, creating another ectasy for me. And when he lifted my legs over his shoulder, I simply shook with each sweet welcomed thrust.

I cried his name severely, in love with the pleasure his thick cock was bringing me.

I shook against him, my leg shifting.

He adjusted my left leg and pushed deeper into me. The pleasure that the entrance of his cock in my hungry pussy brought me left me feeling hazy.

I purred softly as he pounded me harder than before, suspending my foot above my body with his large palm.

The squelching sound of his large dick hitting the end of my wet pussy over and over again delighted me badly. I moaned his name loudly as he took me to the verge.

I held unto the sheet as he pounded me, his body slamming into my own.

Our bodies were sleek with sweat, my mouth filled with moans and his with groans as I tightened my pussy around his dick.

He cursed softly and let go of my legs.

He slid out of my desperately needy pussy once again, my juices following his coated dick out of my pussy and staining my thighs.

He turned me over and helped me on all fours. He always liked this position. Then he thrust into me once again and I cried his name out loudly in pleasure.

His sweet and sleek strokes were slow and precise, prolonged, pleasurable beyond words. And I pushed my head into the huge bed as he invaded my core with a slowness that took me to cloud nine.

He slid in and out of my hungry wet pussy exquisitely, as if he wanted to touch my soul from the gesture.

I buried my face in the bed, gripping the white sheets, fistfuls, to keep myself sane because the pleasure he brought me was enough to send me transiting to glory, to meet my maker, as it was pure bliss.

"Sebastian," I purred his name as he began to increase his speed, his dick going in and out of me at a pace that threatened to drive me crazy, insane.

I think I already was, insane, that is. For his thrusts had already turned me into a mess, a screaming and pleading lunatic.

I began to plead, cried even for that sweet desperate release. He groaned hoarsely behind me and then, he took me over the edge.

I came violently, screaming his name into the dark night, a reminder that I was his alone, now and forever.