روايات وقصص ضمن What Happens On The Wedding Night

“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."

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.”

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.