Chapter 4.2

The wedding night.  

The unease that had lingered in her mind throughout the wedding resurfaced at the mention of those words. Her trembling hands gripped the glass tightly.  

What if he finds out she’s not a virgin?  

Though Emma had reassured her before that she had nothing to worry about, the fear persisted.  

Liam interpreted Yvonne’s reaction as the nervousness of an innocent bride. Smiling kindly, he asked,  

“Would you prefer I feed you?”  

“N-no, that’s not necessary.”  

Regaining her composure, Yvonne raised the glass to her lips. In her haste to drink, she swallowed the wine along with a pomegranate seed, realizing it only after the liquid had gone down.  

Noticing her hesitation, Liam offered her a piece of cheese.  

“It’s fine to swallow it. The seeds are small enough.”  

“I can eat by myself.”  

Despite her protest, Liam continued to feed her. Yvonne, chewing reluctantly, muttered softly.  

Liam found her endearing and leaned in to kiss her. He held her cheeks firmly to prevent her from pulling away.  

“Mmph, mm… Haa, mmph…”  

Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Yvonne dropped the wine glass. Fortunately, it landed on the carpet without breaking.  

Startled, she tried to check on the glass, but Liam’s lips silenced her again. Her muffled voice escaped through the slight gap between their lips.  

“The glass… mmph…”  

“Don’t worry about it. It didn’t break.”  

Without even glancing at the glass, Liam kissed her again.  

In truth, his patience had already worn thin during the wedding. He had considered taking her in the carriage but refrained, fearing she would resent him for ruining her first experience that way. Instead, he had pinched his thigh to keep his urges in check.  

Initially, he intended to wait until they had eaten, but the sight of her savoring the pomegranate had been too tempting.  

The lingering taste of the wine mingled with the sweetness of the pomegranate as Liam explored every corner of her mouth, as if determined to claim every breath she took.  

Overwhelmed by his fervent kiss, Yvonne clung to his shoulders, unsure of what to do.  

During the wedding preparations, the only physical contact they had shared was a chaste kiss at the ceremony. This was her first time experiencing such an intimate and passionate exchange.  

Her hesitant movements and stiff tongue only confirmed Liam’s suspicion—she was indeed a virgin.  

Though he had always found her attractive, the certainty of her purity made her even more precious to him. Actions that might have annoyed him under normal circumstances now seemed endearing.  

Watching her tightly closed eyes and trembling hands gripping his shoulders, Liam smiled and pulled back.  

“Breathe.”  

“Haa… mmph.”  

As soon as Yvonne exhaled, Liam kissed her again.  

The relentless sensations left her dazed, as if she were drowning.  

The musky scent emanating from him was as overwhelming as his aggressive kisses, and Yvonne couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear.  

Even a kiss hurts this much—how painful would the act itself be? Surely, it would hurt just like that time.

Before long, Liam began removing her veil and hair accessories. The maids had adjusted her hair earlier to make it easier to undo, so with just a few pulls, her hair cascaded down like a waterfall. 

Originally stiff and slightly wavy, her hair had curled softly while held in place, now resting delicately on Yvonne’s fragile shoulders. Liam’s hands traced her back until he found the hooks of her dress, slowly undoing them one by one. 

With each hook unfastened, the dress loosened, gradually revealing her skin. When the slightly cool air touched her bare skin, Yvonne finally seemed to realize something and opened her mouth.

“Wash, I need to wash…”

Her words were immediately swallowed by his lips. Overwhelmed by the pouring kisses, she forgot what she wanted to say. She could only gasp for breath until she found herself lying on the bed, wearing nothing but thin undergarments.

Liam, similarly undressed, climbed onto the bed. It was the first time Yvonne had seen a man’s bare torso, and she flinched instinctively. In the bright light, his body appeared rather firm. Though he lacked pronounced abs, his smooth and toned physique was pleasing to the eye. 

Yvonne, however, couldn’t bring herself to admire him properly, averting her gaze in embarrassment. Liam chuckled softly at her inability to meet his eyes, leaning over her body. As he reached for her chest covering to remove her undergarments, Yvonne trembled violently.

“Turn, turn off the lights…”

“Madame, I believe you’ve already seen my body.”

“Not entirely…”

“Then if I show you the rest, there’ll be no need to turn off the lights.”

“Ah…”

Yvonne’s face crumpled into a distressed expression. Before their marriage, she had handled situations firmly, but now, on the bed, she seemed clumsy and awkward. Her timid demeanor only heightened Liam’s desire, making him ache unbearably. 

“If the lights stay on, I won’t…” 

Her tearful face was tempting, but Liam didn’t want to reveal his wicked nature on their first night. Relenting, he turned off the lights. The room dimmed, leaving more unseen than visible, except for the pale glow of her skin. 

Liam buried his face against Yvonne’s chest.

“Ah…”

Even through her untouched chest covering, the fullness of her curves carried a faint scent of oil. Yet the aroma wasn’t solely from the oil—it was unique to her skin. This was Yvonne’s own fragrance. Liam inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his bride.

Yvonne instinctively squirmed, only to stop herself. During her bridal lessons, s*x education had been briefly included—not detailed techniques, but lessons on what not to do. Her governess had instructed her that no matter what her husband did, she must never resist and remain still.

However, as Liam’s breath spread across her skin, fear began to creep into Yvonne. Memories of the night when her innocence had been stolen surfaced, a night she had tried desperately to forget. 

Liam noticed her unusual trembling but assumed it was merely shyness. His large hand stroked her back as he whispered softly.

“Don’t be nervous. You’re beautiful.”

“Ah…”

Despite his soothing words, Yvonne showed no signs of calming down. Liam, too, was struggling to hold back, unable to continue comforting her. After a few gentle pats on her back, he removed her chest covering. Her br*asts, freed from the thin fabric, bounced lightly.

Had the lights been brighter, the sight would have been even more alluring. Though slightly disappointed, Liam consoled himself with the thought that he could admire her more fully later. He grasped her chest without hesitation.

As expected, her br*asts fit perfectly in his hands. Soft and pliable, they seemed as though crafted to match his touch. Relishing the sensation, Liam kneaded her chest, ensuring she felt the pleasure as well. Just as he sought her n*pples to tease, he paused.

The texture beneath his fingers was unusually smooth. 

There should have been a distinct bump here—why wasn’t there?

Habitually, he continued rubbing the area, and as the stimulation grew, the small bump began to emerge. Slowly, it became more pronounced, but still soft and delicate. 

For Liam, it was a curious experience. Normally, this part would be firm from the beginning… 

Come to think of it, he had encountered something similar before. Whose chest had felt like this?

“Ah…”

Lost in thought, Liam continued teasing her n*pples, causing Yvonne to twitch her legs. Each touch sent strange sensations through her, stirring memories of the man who had violated her. Fear mingled with the unfamiliar pleasure coursing through her body.

Yvonne let out intermittent moans—soft, unsure sounds that made it difficult for Liam to discern whether she was in pain or enjoying herself. Her unique chest only added to his uncertainty.

‘Could it be that she doesn’t feel anything here? Or is the touching painful?’

Concerned for her, Liam hesitated.

“Does it hurt?”

“N-No… It just feels strange…”

Her response was hesitant, but Liam relaxed, reassured. He resumed caressing her chest.

“Strange, but not unpleasant?”

“I… don’t know…”

“It’s probably pleasant. It’ll feel even better soon.”

Yvonne couldn’t understand Liam’s confidence. All she knew of intimacy was pain. Though her breath quickened and her body felt unusually warm, she didn’t trust his words. 

Soon, Liam took her br*ast into his mouth. His saliva dampened her skin as his lips gently sucked, his tongue flicking her n*pple playfully. The wet sounds filled the room, making Yvonne’s discomfort intensify.

“Ah… Ah…”

Each time Liam sucked her br*ast or teased her n*pple with his tongue, Yvonne felt stranger. Her trembling legs moved instinctively, and suddenly, she felt something wet between them. Her underwear was soaked, clinging tightly to her thighs.

“Wait, ah…”

Yvonne’s hands hovered near Liam’s head. Unable to grab his hair, she settled for touching his neck.

“Ah… Ah…”

The wetness between her legs continued to flow. It wasn’t her cycle, but the sensation was foreign and frightening. What if it was something bad?

Forgetting the governess’s instructions to never resist on her wedding night, Yvonne grabbed Liam’s shoulder.

“Wait, something… something…”

“Hmm?”

“Ah, down there…”

She wanted to say it felt strange and needed checking, but embarrassment silenced her. Seeing her struggle, Liam slid his hand between her thighs. Yvonne gasped sharply, frozen in shock. Liam, however, calmly rubbed her soaked underwear.

“You’re very wet.”

“Ah…”

Yvonne wanted to cry. The secret she wanted to hide had been exposed.