Chapter 27 – Wedding Night

Rosie bit her lip, her face trembling. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t really their first night. She’d already spent a few months sharing a room with Theo at the ducal residence.

But tonight, after the wedding, her heart was especially nervous.

Having finished getting ready, Rosie noticed the bottle of alcohol on the table.

‘Should I just have one glass?’

She opened the bottle, and the sweet scent of fruit wine filled the air.

Rosie didn’t hesitate to pour herself a drink.

When Theo arrived, Rosie was slumped over the table.

“Rosie?”

Theo approached, looking worried. Rosie’s face was flushed under sheer lace, and next to her was a half-empty bottle.

“Oh no.”

Theo sighed deeply.

‘I should just get rid of all the alcohol in the house.’

He carefully lifted her and laid her on the bed.

Who could he blame? It was his fault for arriving late, caught up by people wanting to talk.

Moonlight fell over Rosie as she slept, breathing evenly.

Beneath her sheer lace nightgown, her pink n*pples and pale golden curls were visible.

“How could you fall asleep first, Rosie?”

Theo pressed his forehead. This was t*rture. To have something so beautiful and tempting right in front of him, and only watch.

He stared in silence, thinking for a moment, then lowered his head and took her n*pple into his mouth. The rough lace brushed his tongue, and he felt her n*pple underneath.

“Mmm.”

Whether from the stimulation or sleep, Rosie twisted her body. He scratched her other n*pple with his nails, and her m*an grew louder.

Theo moved down, his head between Rosie’s legs, surrounded by pale golden hair. He licked her through the lace, moving his tongue like a dog.

Rosie’s legs parted a little, accompanied by thin m*ans.

“Ah.”

Theo eagerly targeted her cl*toris with the tip of his tongue.

The rough lace and the stronger stimulation made Rosie twist her hips, but Theo held her in place. He sucked her cl*toris loudly.

“Ha!”

Theo bit and tore the nightgown. The lace ripped like wrapping paper.

Rosie’s hair was exposed to the air.

Theo tore more lace and licked her deeply, feeling how wet she was.

He devoured her as if he’d found an oasis in the desert.

“Theo, Theo!”

Awake now, Rosie grabbed Theo’s hair between her legs.

“You’re awake?”

Theo smiled, his lips shining.

“When did you get here?”

“A little while ago. How could you fall asleep first?”

Theo frowned, sounding like he was complaining.

“I was so nervous. I thought I’d just have a little.”

“You were nervous?”

Rosie nodded quietly. She could still feel the lingering stimulation from him.

“Even though we sleep together every night?”

Theo’s voice sounded happy.

“But tonight is our wedding night… Ah!”

Theo lowered his head again and began licking her.

“Don’t… don’t… ah!”

His tongue, pointed, began to invade her entrance. The sensation was different from his shaft, rubbing her inside.

Theo drank all her fl*ids.

He then replaced his tongue with his fingers, thrusting into her entrance.

His tongue touched her *rect n*pple under the lace.

The roughness of the lace and the hot, wet feeling of his tongue stimulated her n*pple.

“Ah!”

His fingers thr*st and rubbed her cl*toris, making her vision go white.

“Theo!”

Her walls contracted hard, and Rosie’s nails dug into Theo’s shoulder. Her inner walls followed his fingers as he withdrew, but he didn’t give her a moment’s rest and quickly pushed himself inside.

“Hng!”

Rosie, caught in the peak of pleasure, suddenly tightened around Theo’s thick shaft.

“Rosie, relax.”

“Mmm!”

He whispered sweetly by her ear, licking gently. But Rosie couldn’t answer. The waves of sensation engulfed her completely. Each movement made the damp lace brush her n*pples, sending shivers through her.

“Ah!”

Theo’s shaft pressed deep inside, persistently hitting her sensitive spot.

“Hng!”

The overwhelming stimulation finally brought tears to Rosie’s eyes. Theo looked at her lovingly as she clung to him, her eyes red.

His woman.

Rosie was now his woman. Forever.

That truth stirred Theo even more.

“Rosie, I love you.”

“Me too. Me too.”

She answered breathlessly.

Whatever else, she always replied when he said he loved her.

With a satisfied smile, Theo began to thr*st into her as if he would devour her.

Rosie’s legs shook like a paper doll.

Finally, as Theo cl*maxed, he buried his face in her neck and breathed in deeply.

“You smell so good.”

He nuzzled her with his nose, and Rosie, limp, shrank her shoulders.

He stared at the lace nightgown still covering her chest, then reached out and tore it apart. The lace ripped, and Rosie’s chest bounced free. Her red peaks stood up even more as they touched the air.

“Theo, this…”

Rosie frowned.

Theo’s shaft, still inside her, began to grow again along with the torn nightgown.

“I told you to eat four meals a day.”

Theo grinned and moved his hips again.

“Ah! Theo, wait.”

He lowered his head and skillfully silenced her with a kiss. Their wedding night deepened that way.