Chapter 1602:
“Let me make it up to you with a relaxing bath.” He carried her into the spacious bathroom with ease.
The costly dress pooled on the floor in a heap. Piece by piece, Wesley carefully removed her accessories, unwrapping her like a cherished treasure.
Warm water filled the tub, and Wesley stepped in, pulling Elena close against him. His hands began kneading her sore muscles, and Elena sighed, sinking into the soothing touch, her eyes drifting closed. But soon, his hands drifted lower, exploring with new intent.
Elena’s eyes snapped open as his fingers ventured beneath the water.
“What are you doing?”
Wesley’s voice was low, laced with desire, his gaze dark and hungry.
“It’s our wedding night, sweetheart…” His lips captured hers, his fingers continuing their bold exploration.
Lifting her gently, Wesley guided her to straddle him, their faces close. His hands roamed her body, slick with water, teasing her slowly and deliberately. A soft moan escaped Elena, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly.
“No rush,” Wesley teased with a chuckle.
“We’ve got all night.”
The slick tub made balance tricky. Elena clung to his neck, her body pressed against his, giving him even greater access. Feeling her response, Wesley eased back and then lifted her hips, entering her in one deep, fluid motion.
Their bodies joined, and a shared sigh of contentment filled the steamy air. Wesley moved with steady purpose, water sloshing gently around them. The sensation was unique in the buoyant water.
Elena’s knees reddened against the hard surface, her body sinking into him with each retreat, only to be met with a deeper, more intense connection. Tears pricked her eyes as she bit her lip, soft, unsteady moans slipping out despite her efforts.
To Wesley, those breathless sounds were the sweetest invitation. He continued with unrelenting passion, claiming her repeatedly as the water whispered around them.
𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓭: gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗼𝗺
When the water grew cold, he lifted her from the tub, wrapping her in a soft, warm towel. But the night was far from over. Every corner of the room—from the mirror to the window, the sofa to the bed—became a canvas for their desire.
Wesley was insatiable. Elena lost track of how many times she drifted into exhaustion, only to be roused again by his relentless hunger.
Only now did she truly understand what he had meant by restraint. Once unleashed, his desire was all-consuming, leaving no trace of his earlier gentleness—only raw, unyielding passion.
Elena didn’t wake until late the next afternoon, her body heavy with exhaustion.
When her eyes finally fluttered open, Wesley was already nearby, watching her with a gaze that was soft but intent. He slid an arm around her waist.
“Sweetheart, you’re up. Still sore?”
At the way his attention sharpened, Elena quickly caught his wrist.
“I’m fine, as long as you keep your distance.” If he hadn’t been so unrestrained last night, she wouldn’t be aching now.
Wesley pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, his tone coaxing.
“My fault entirely. Let me take care of you, all right? I’ll apply some cream. It’ll help.”
A pang of remorse tightened in his chest. He had gotten carried away—because he was utterly, irrevocably in love with her.
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