What Happens On The Wedding Night นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Newly weds, and by right of happening, tonight would be their wedding night. Her eyes snapped up to him in horror, she hadn't thought about this. Would they be consummating their marriage tonight?.

He tilts his head. An uncomfortable bout of silence lingers between us before I decide to let the cat out the bag. “Ever heard of what happens the night after a wedding, Alpha Mason?” I rise from the chair beside his study table. “Huh?” “The honeymoon night. The most intimate period of time between a husband and his wife” I take a step in his direction. “They culminate their love with scenes of frantic romance and energetic lust, feeding on each other's bodies like they'd waited their entire lives to have each other in their arms.”

Forcefully suppressing her emotions, she threw her thick mane over her shoulder, picked up the hem of her long white dress, and walked out of her room. The wedding was held in the back of the packground, beside the only oasis in the desert region. Rows of chairs were lined up in front of a meadow, the seats packed with pack members. Zain Adeel stood on the dais, looking regal and handsome in his suite, as he waited for his bride. As she sat between her parents, Naira avoided looking at him and occupied herself with the desert trees and plants blooming in full glory. A few minutes passed. Then half an hour.

There was a fire of desire reflected in his pupils. The air was thick with the slick sounds of flesh meeting flesh and increasingly ragged breaths. When I deliberately slowed down, he called out my name for the first time—not as a command but a plea. Once it was over, he rolled over and fell asleep. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling until dawn. That was how I spent my wedding night. There was no warmth or loving whispers—just a cold exchange between two strangers.

Just the two of us. My fingers were tangled with his, warm and steady. I could feel the strength in his hand even though he was holding mine gently. I glanced at him. “You know,” I said while tilting my head slightly, “this is the strangest wedding night in history.” Matteo looked down at me. “Most wedding nights do not involve police arrests.” “Or mafia takeovers,” I added. He hummed quietly in agreement. We reached the bridal suite door. The same room we had left earlier.

There was no smile on their faces and it gave a hint that it wasn’t a funny conversation going on. Since Oliver left the hall, she had became less nervous. But now the nervousness returned, doubled. ‘Could it be that he told her husband about last night? And her husband was here to end the wedding?’ She would be the happiest person on earth if the marriage ended but then not at the expense of her parents finding out she slept with a stranger the night before her wedding. She couldn’t tell which was worse. Whether it was because he was a stranger or because he was her brother-in-law.

His hand slid around my waist again, pulling me gently toward him. “You know,” he murmured, “most people celebrate their wedding night.” I raised an eyebrow. “Most people don’t get married in three hours.” “That’s true.” His gaze dropped briefly to my lips. Then returned to my eyes. “But we can still celebrate.” My heart started beating a little faster. “Adrian…” His voice lowered slightly. “Yes?” I hesitated. Not because I was unsure. But because tonight had already changed my life in ways I hadn’t fully processed yet.

"She has no idea what kind of man she's marrying." Ethan squeezed my hand but said nothing. On TV, Marcus and Annie exchanged rings and kissed. Everything looked perfect, but I knew it was just superficial. Sure enough, something happened on their wedding night. That night, Annie waited for her husband in carefully chosen lingerie. But Marcus just said coldly, "I'm heading out for a bit. You should sleep." "Where are you going?" Annie froze. "To handle something." "But tonight is our wedding night." "I know, but it's important," Marcus said, before quickly leaving.

He grinned at me and I was certain that we were both thinking the same thing and wishing that this event would be over so that we could continue where we left off alone in each other’s company. “I guess we have to save the rest for later…” he whispered to me regretfully. I guess he was right that we would be doing more than just sharing passionate kisses later on tonight. In just a few hours, the wedding reception would be over, and we would have our wedding night to ourselves. The thought both scared me and excited me at the same time. Then again, who wouldn’t be looking forward to spending the night with the man of their dreams?

Only when the last spasms subsided did I realize something else had changed. What should have been a night of love and tenderness on my wedding night had morphed into something darker... something twisted... Yet with a shiver of realization, I'd never felt more alive.