What Happens On The Wedding Night Novels & Stories

"Home? Not home, we booked a hotel for your first night together, why will you go home when it will be filled with people, you guys need time together as a couple, it's your wedding night," "Ma!! I never asked you to do that, I am fine with going home and sleeping on my bed tonight, it's nothing special," I said making sure the other women didn't hear the last part, they were already looking and straining their ears to hear what I and my mom were talking about. "No way, wedding nights are special and yours won't be anything different alright, now go to get your wife while I go tell the driver to drop you guys off," "Fine, you are such a pest,"

THE WEDDING NIGHT: The first night as husband and wife. If torn between the much-needed sleep and passionate lovemaking, keep this in mind: You only have ONE wedding night! Make it memorable. Make it count! Everything was dark and hazy. I opened my eyes and the first thing I felt was the severe pain in my head. I opened my eyes and saw light peeking through the curtains. I didn’t feel cold like I usually do when I wake up in the mornings. Normally, an image of Bryan popped up in my head when I woke up, reminding me of my broken heart.

From the church wedding, to the reception party and then to this very bed we slept, last night, it all replayed in my head. We went wild last night. Our clothes were still sprawled across the floor. I could remember almost vividly how he threw me to the bed and undressed me hungrily, like a prey he was ready to devour. He did so many other things to me, so many that I can't even remember. The only ones I could remember were those my pussy and neck permitted me to and bore evidence of. Well that was what our wedding night should be like, splendid and sexy.

Then the car stopped in front of the house. Where after some rituals, they let us enter the house. After that, they arranged more rituals like Kangana and untie the knot. When all the rituals were done, my cousins arranged more games after the eldered retired to their rooms. It was part midnight, and I was feeling sleepy. Finally, their games were done and we all went to our rooms. After marriage, the bride and groom sleep separately for a night; the next night, they have their first night. So, I went to my room. after changing into comfort, I slept.

Everything was new to her, which made her extremely nervous and shaken. Why is he acting like this? What’s wrong with him? Is because he is drunk? But why was he so much drunk? Do people act this way to their new wife when they are drunk? Or is this a common ritual of a wedding night in this city? How would she know? She was never married before or heard about wedding night experience from someone else. With a feverish urgency, he stripped away the last of his clothes, his gaze never leaving hers as he came over her, his movements both commanding and passionate.

Chuckling, Gale felt amused by her innocent question, while Soma once again teased her, “Well, if you are into it, we can do it in front of the live audience.” The three of them then laughed, and even Sky smacked into Soma’s shoulder after him teasing her, “Shut up, that wasn’t the case, right?” Gale then brushed her hair and said, “Of course not, darling, after the ceremony, we have our wedding night, privately, you have to consummate your marriage with your mate before the moonlight turns to sunlight, so the marriage will be blessed forever.” Then, everything made sense to her, “Oh, so, I need to make love with the three of you in one night.” She went quiet for a while, as the two of her m

He lifted Dean’s chin, gently pressing another tender kiss to his lips. "Sleep now, happy wedding night." Dean paused for a moment, a warmth spreading through his chest. Slowly, he let a small smile tug at his lips, curling into Damon’s embrace as he whispered, "Happy wedding night." That night was filled with warmth, beauty, and a sense of intoxication that lingered in the air, enchanting them both. Damon’s wedding, though lacking legal weight, had already begun to blur certain boundaries in Dean’s heart. And the intentions of the other three had long since ceased to be a secret.

I don’t want any chances messing me up. The rest of the night, we eat and laugh and talk about our no-witness wedding. But who cares; we have a ring no one can pull off. Not even Dad and his messed-up beliefs. And then we relieve the tension again by having passionate sex in the car, where she straddles my lap and rides me slow and deeper until I can’t function, kissing the rest of the time when our breaths are even. Yes, best day.

Dylan and Declan were heading towards me, and I felt adrenaline rush quickly through my veins. "Your wedding night of course," she replied with a mischievous edge in her voice. My mouth fell open in shock, as wild thoughts cascaded their way into my head. I haven't given my wedding night any thought. But how did I forget? "Will–Wi–Will?" I couldn't bring myself to ask the question that would stop resounding in my head. "Of course they will have you at the same time." My wolf supplied. She was probably enjoying my discomfort. I have heard about similar arrangements even though it was far from being common, but I didn't for once imagine that I would end up in such an arrangement.

At night, Matthias wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep; Heather was also tossing and turning in her bed. Meanwhile, Myra and Tony were having pillow talk, and before they knew it, it was dawn. They weren’t supposed to spend the night together the day before the wedding, but they were unwilling to leave each other’s side. As such, they disregarded the tradition.