The wooden door creaker as Ethan pushed it open, revealing the bridal chamber.

A soft, golden glow from dozens of flickering candles danced across the room, their light catching the nervous twist of Diana's fingers in the fabric of her dress.

Her eyes darted to him who walked through a wide and dark corridor.

Ethan closed the door with a thud.

His gaze never wavered from hers as he crossed the room, his steps slow and measured on the plush rug.

He could feel the anxiety rolling off her in waves, a palpable tension that thickened the warm, honey-scented air.

His hands moved to cradle her face, his thumbs stroking the high curve of her cheeks with a tenderness that made her breath catch.

"Shh, it's alright," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "You don't have to be nervous with me."

Diana managed a slight nod with her body rigid. He leaned in, closing the small distance between them, and his lips met hers. It wasn't a deep or urgent kiss, but a slow, gentle pressure that spoke of comfort and infinite patience. The heat of his mouth melted the icy fear in her chest,and the tension in her shoulders dissolved as she leaned into the kiss.

His hand cradling her face, his other moved to the intricate lace of her veil.

He lifted it away from her hair with a reverence that felt sacred, letting the delicate fabric fall to the floor.

His fingers then glided along the elegant line of her neck, seeking out the complex row of tiny pearl clasps that held her wedding gown together.

Each tiny pop of a button unfastening seemed to echo in the quiet room unveiling marvelous things hidden underneath.

The dress finally loosened, he peeled the heavy silk away from her shoulders, exposing the creamy skin of her back.

Diana shivered.

Ethan kissed her again, this time trailing his lips down the column of her throat to the frantic pulse beating at its base. His hands roamed lower, slipping the thin silk straps of her bra down her arms.

The garment slipped down as it pooled at her waist, revealing two perfect, round breasts whose peaks already stood erect in full glory.

A wave of hot embarrassment flooded her.

Her hands flew up to cover herself, but Ethan caught her wrists, a soft chuckle vibrating against her skin. "Don't," he breathed, his voice husky. "Don't be ashamed. They are perfect."

He guided her hands back to her sides, his eyes holding hers. "Let me see you."

He then grabbed the soft mounds and started kneading them.

"Um…Um…."

"Nnnnn…"

Soft moans erupted from Diana lips which she covered putting her palms.In Ethan ears it sounded like dew drops of honey making his cock harder that throbbed wildly wanting to break free.

It was growling in urgency.

He bent his head and his mouth, finding one erect nipple sucked it. His tongue flicked across the sensitive nub once, twice,and I a slow, wet circle that made her gasp.

"Uhmmmm!"

"AHhhhhh!"

The sound was ripped from her, a soft, involuntary mewl of pleasure. His mouth closed around her, sucking gently, his teeth grazing the hypersensitive flesh in a way that sent a shocking bolt of pure sensation straight to her core. Her back arched off the bed, her fingers digging into the solid muscle of his shoulders.

As his mouth worshipped one breast, his free hand mapped the delicate curve of her waist, then it caressed her hip.

It didn't stop there, rather it moved lower until his fingertips found the damp silk of her drawers, right over the aching heat between her legs.

"N-no…not there…" she whimpered, but her hips tilted toward his touch of their own volition.

His fingers didn't hesitate. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and drew the final barrier down her legs, tossing the scrap of fabric aside.

The cool air hit her wetness, and she trembled. He gently urged her knees apart, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of her completely bared to him.

Her pussy was flushed a deep rose, her inner lips glistening and slightly parted, already gleaming with her arousal.

"L-Lord…" she quivered, trying to press her thighs together in a last, futile gesture of modesty.

Ethan held them open, his grip firm but gentle. "Call me husband," he corrected, his voice dropping to a possessive growl.

His middle finger slid through her thick pussy folds with deliberate exploration that made her jump. He found her entrance, already pulsing and wet for him.

"UHHHHHH!"

Her moan was loud, unabashed as a shocking jolt of pleasure shot up her spine. He groaned, the sound ragged, as he felt how ready she was. "You're so wet already," he breathed against her breast, his finger circling her clit with a maddening, gentle pressure.

"Uh…AHHHHH!"

Her back arched violently, her head tipping back. He teased her relentlessly, switching from light, fluttery touches to firmer, more insistent strokes that made her vision blur.

"Husband...husband," she chanted, the word becoming a prayer. "Please….Stop…"

He answered by sliding one thick finger inside her, then a second, stretching her gently. He began a slow, deep rhythm, pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb continued its devilish work on her clit.

"AHhhh...OOOOO!"

Her hips began to move against his hand, a desperate, grinding rhythm.

Her firm breasts bounced with each frantic movement. He captured a nipple in his mouth again, biting down with just enough pressure to make her cry out, his fingers pistoning inside her, curling to press against that exquisite spot deep within her walls that made her see stars.

Just as the coil of pleasure in her gut wound to an unbearable tightness, on the very precipice of shattering, he pulled his hand away completely.

The sudden withdrawal of Ethan's finger just when she was on the edge of cumming was like physical torture that shook her.

"Huh!" Her eyes flew open, glazed with confusion and desperate need. The overwhelming sensation vanished, leaving her throbbing and empty.

"WH…WHYYH!"

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