Bound To The Ice Dragon King
Chapter 200: Wedding night (part 2)

Chapter 200: Wedding night (part 2)

[Warning notice: This Chapter and the next one contains mature content, if you are not comfortable reading it, you can skip it.]

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Draven and Rhea didn’t even say goodbye to any guests before they snuck out of the palace and headed back to their new home hand in hand. Draven pulled her immediately to their room even though Rhea tried to delay him by asking for another tour around the house and also demanding to get to know the servants assigned in the house, but Draven had told her she could do so in the morning.

Rhea was more nervous than she had thought she would be, and the fact that she knew what would happen once they were in their room did nothing to help her nervousness. She had heard stories in The Den of pleasure about a lady’s first time with a man, and that also added to her fear.

Draven shut the door behind them, and when Rhea heard the door click, her heart skipped a beat. She was even more amazed to see that the room had been adorned with rose petals and soft lighting that cast a warm light.

Rhea admired the room’s beauty before asking, "Where did you find the rose petals? I thought they didn’t exist here." She searched for ways to prolong their evening, as if trying to delay what was to come.

"I bought them. They are rare to find in our world, but the Dragons who can travel between realms without getting caught somehow brought back many fascinating things from the human world. So I purchased the roses from one of them," he explained, picking up the wine glasses from the table and pouring wine into them. "Would you like some?" he offered.

Rhea shook her head. "No, thank you." She declined because she wanted to be clear-headed when anything happened between them. However, she still wasn’t quite ready. She glanced at Draven and noticed he wasn’t in a rush either. He casually sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and sipped his wine, his piercing blue eyes fixed on her.

Draven’s intense gaze made Rhea’s desire ignite. But she moved around the room and sat on the edge of the bed, pretending not to notice his eyes. "These rose petals must have cost a fortune since they’re so rare."

"They certainly did," he replied, still keeping his eyes on her without pressuring her for anything.

After a long moment of silence passed between them, Rhea decided she should talked about Azure with Draven now, perhaps that would make her nervousness go away before anything. "Draven, about this morning_"

"Not now, Rhea." He cut her off as he didn’t want anything to spoil their wedding night. Gentling his voice, he stood up, extending his hand to her. "Come here, Rheanna."

Rhea felt her knees began to tremble violently, she stood up and walked over to him, trying to tell her trembling heart that the act she was about to commit wasn’t going to be pain but pleasure. And that there was nothing to be ashamed of because they were now a married couple.

Hesitantly, Rhea placed her trembling hand in his cold palm, watching as his long, pale fingers closed around hers, finding a strange reassurance in the coldness of his grip and the compelling look in his eyes. "Relax, sweetheart." He assured calmly.

And when his arms wrapped around her, and pulled her against his hard, muscular length, and his parted lips touched hers, the fearful voice in her head abruptly went silent. It was a kiss like none of the ones they’d shared before, because he knew where it would end--a kiss of exquisite restraint, of a savage hunger.

Draven had been starved of pleasure for so long he feared if he wasn’t careful, he might end up hurting his wife. His tongue slid across her lips, urging them to part, insisting, and the moment they did, it plunged into her mouth. His strong hands slipped restlessly, and possessively, up and down her back, her breasts, sliding across her spine, pressing her tightly to his hardened thighs, and Rhea felt herself falling slowly into a dizzying abyss of sensuality and awakening passion.

With a silent moan of helpless surrender, she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him for support. Her nervousness was completely replaced with need and desire for her husband’s touch.

In some distant part of her mind, Rhea felt her gown falling away, and then the brush of his palms against her swollen breasts, the sudden increase in ardor in each of his searing kisses. His arms, like bands of steel surrounded her body, lifting her, cradling her, and then she was being carried to the bed and gently laid down upon the cool sheets. Suddenly the warmth, the security of his arms and body and mouth withdrew from her.

Returning slowly from the dreamlike daze where she had deliberately sought refuge from the reality of what was going to happen, Rhea felt cold air touch her bare skin and, against her will, her eyelids opened and she looked down to notice she had been stripped naked. Instinctively, she pulled the sheets to cover her body before looking up at Draven.

He was standing beside the bed, removing his clothes, and a tremor of alarmed admiration quaked through Rhea’s body and mind. In the glow of the dim lightened room, his skin was as white as the snow. She had never known he was this much muscular until he was bare chested before her, the heavy muscles in his arms and shoulders and thighs rippling as his fingers went to the waistband of his trouser. He was beautiful, she realized, magnificent.

Swallowing a knot of fear and embarrassed admiration, Rhea swiftly turned her head away, her fingers clutching the edge of the sheet around her chest, using it to properly cover herself to the chin as he removed that last piece of concealing clothing. She shut her eyes closed.

The bed sank beneath his weight, and Rhea waited, her face turned away, her eyes tightly shut, wanting him to hold her and take her swiftly, before her fear would make her run out of the bed.

Draven had no such haste in mind. Stretching out on his side, he brushed a light kiss against her ear, and gently but swiftly pushed aside the sheet. His breath caught short in his throat as he beheld her in all her naked splendor.

Honestly, when Rhea had assumed he had seen her naked underwater, he hadn’t seen anything. His eyes were shifted away from her the whole time. And now that he finally saw how his wife looked like without any clothes, he couldn’t help but admire her.

A blush stained her pale skin from her hair to her toes as he gazed upon the exquisite perfection of her lush, rosy-tipped breasts, tiny waist, gently rounded hips, and long shapely legs. Without thinking, he voiced his thoughts aloud,

"Rhea, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he whispered huskily, his gaze sweeping slowly upward to her enchanting face, lingering over the thick sliver locks of hair that spread luxuriantly across the pillows, "or how much I want you?"

When Rhea kept her face averted, her eyes tightly closed, Draven’s fingers gently grasped her chin, turning her face toward his. In a voice like rough velvet, filled with desire and the trace of a proud smile of knowing he was married to the most beautiful and fierce human girl, he whispered, "Open your eyes, little one."

Reluctantly, Rhea obeyed and found herself staring into seductive blue eyes that held hers imprisoned while his hand slid from her cheek to her throat and then to her breast, cupping its fullness. "Don’t be afraid," he whispered softly as his caressing fingers slid to her nipple, grazing it lightly, back and forth. The deep, husky timbre of his voice, combined with the tantalizing exploration of his skillful fingers, was already working its magic on Rhea as he added, "You’ve never feared me before. Don’t begin now."

His flattened hand slid lightly upward from her breast, curving over her shoulder, and his smiling mouth began a purposeful descent to hers. The first light, stroking touch of his lips sent pleasure streaking through Rhea’s entire body, momentarily paralyzing her. His tongue slid over her lips, coaxing them to part, teasing with tormenting gentleness. And then his mouth opened on hers, hot and insistent in an endless kiss of deep, raw hunger. "Kiss me back, Rheanna," he ordered thickly.

And Rhea did. Wrapping her hand around his nape, she offered him her parted lips, moving them against his, kissing him as erotically as he was kissing her. He groaned with pleasure and deepened the kiss, his hand spread across her spine turning her into his arms, bringing her into vibrant contact with his rigid erection. Kissed into insensibility, Rhea’s hands slid up and trailed her hands against the muscles of his chest and shoulders, then glided round his neck, sliding into his loosened long black hair.

When at last Draven lifted his mouth from hers, his breathing was harsh and rapid, and Rhea felt as if she would surely melt from the molten tenderness and desire pulsing through her veins with each thundering beat of her heart.

Gazing into his heated eyes, she lifted her trembling fingers, touching his face as he had touched hers, tracing his cheek and following it to his smooth lips, then to his sharp jaw. She touched him as if she wanted to memorize every part of his face. While inside her, a sweet emotion unfolded, then burst into wild, vibrant bloom with a fierceness that made her tremble. Her chest aching with it, she slid her fingertips down his chest and touched his wound that was still in the process of healing.

Rhea’s hands stopped on one of the wounds that he had gotten from fighting Alina. A bitter emotion overwhelmed her as she realized he would never be able to heal faster because of his lack of core. He had given her the most important part of him, that she couldn’t help but feel guilty. She raised her eyes to his and whispered achingly, "I’m sorry."