What Happens On The Wedding Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The crowd roared with excitement as, with a quick swoop, he removed his ceremonial robe and flung his naked, muscled body on top of hers. The semi-opaque draperies of the canopied bed closed, showing only the newlywed’s silhouettes to the crowd as they floated above the bed while consummating their union. The crowd chanted guttural rhythmic sounds until Wadim let out a roar that vibrated the flames of the black candles and their bodies gently float back onto the bed. The servants pulled even more fabric around the bed and it was rolled out of the room. Wadim and his bride would be taken to his private suites where they would blissfully remain until the following day.

She smacked a hand on her own forehead. Hazel sighed, eyes falling to the floor as she understood what her friend was referring to. "There was no wedding night." She breathed tiredly. "There was no wedding night?" Anna cocked a brow at her. "How was there no wedding night?" She asked in confusion. Hazel exhaled, lifting the heaviness off her chest. "He did not come back to the room for the wedding night. He spent the night in a study, slept in a separate room afterwards and has been doing so since then." She told her.

“Besides, we’re already married. What more could we possibly need?” Caspian held her gaze, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “There is one thing.” Cassandra raised an eyebrow. “What?” Caspian leaned back against the sofa, his eyes dark with mischief. “Our wedding night.” Cassandra rolled her eyes. “What wedding night? We've done it countless times. It doesn’t even count as a first night anymore.” Her voice dropped slightly at the end, her cheeks tinged with pink. Caspian grinned at her reaction and leaned in, closing the space between them. “I meant our first night as husband and wife.”

After what seemed like forever the wedding celebration had finally come to an end and then they took a long ride to a nearby cabin where they were to spend their wedding night. Upon arrival, they were met with a servant who ushered them to the cabin that was beautifully decorated. Penelope looked up and saw the servants closing the door as they went out. “Why am I so nervous” she asked herself now It was just the two of them after all it was only proper that they spent their first night together alone. The thought alone made her shiver in fear and anxiety, she was about to give up her virginity to a man she had only met. Her eyes glistened with tears as she felt her husband’s hot breath on h

She couldn’t contain her excitement as she slipped under the covers, waiting for Ryan to join her. Tally’s thoughts drifted back to the earlier events of the day. The joyous celebration of their wedding, the love and support from his family and friends, and now, the promise of a passionate night with her husband. Within moments, Ryan entered the room, his eyes filled with desire. He closed the door behind him. As he approached the bed, Tally’s heart raced, knowing that this night would be complete a perfect day.

She touched herself gently, remembering every moment. Down the hall, George walked back to his room with his heart still racing. He knew they had crossed a line they could never uncross. The wedding night was supposed to be about starting a new life. Instead, it had become the beginning of a dangerous secret.

“You are right, Zane. I am just in over my head with the wedding preparation and all. Glad it is over.” "Yeah," he purred, covering my hands with his. "I am glad it's done, too." When we arrived at the location, my husband gave me an encouraging smile and I alighted the car. Zane took my hands in his and we strolled into the building. Soon, I began to feel myself relax in my skin, even joking about the things that happened during the wedding. But that came to an abrupt halt when we walked into a more private room. Inside, a few people laughed and joked about something with their deep-set voices bouncing around the walls.

"Though I'm too tired for anything except sleep." "Thank God. So am I." He loosened his tie. "Best wedding night ever—going to bed early with my pregnant wife." "Romantic." "Practical." He pulled me close. "We have the rest of our lives for romance. Tonight, we sleep." But as we changed and climbed into bed, neither of us could sleep. "Married," I whispered in the dark. "Married," he confirmed. "Your son tried to crash our wedding." "And failed."

People had simply grown accustomed to the heat. Camryn felt cold mid-sleep, and instinctively snuggled into the embrace of the man beside her. Callum, still groggy from his slumber, felt something forcing its way into his arms. Instinctively, he tried to push away the foreign entity, but upon touching Camryn, he immediately woke up. He saw his lovely wife snuggling with him and chuckled softly, almost forgetting that he and Camryn had registered their marriage, making them a legal couple. Having longed for some action, he shamelessly spent the night in his wife’s room. The young couple consummated their marriage.

Soon, we were walking out of the church, the only one we had found in three hours of driving, barely holding hands, acting like the strangers we were. “Now that we are married, what next?” I threw at him as we stood close to his car. I had left mine back at my Father’s company. Maybe it's not such a good idea. I asked myself the question, too, and I found no answer. “My rules. Time for you to know my rules.”