Although Evanna was dripping and ready for Arawn, her mouth turned dry as he began to unbutton his robe. She’d seen his body before, but after that euphoric orgasm he coaxed out of her, she was lustful for everything. Arawn had been impatiently patient with her, but now she was the one with twitching fingers wanting more, needing more. She watched as slowly his chest was revealed, his stomach muscles next until his thumbs hooked around his waistband, teasingly slow before he continued to remove garment after garment. They dropped to the side, but Evanna didn’t see the clothes, just the man before her.
Evanna’s legs parted by themselves as the prince started to crawl towards her on the bed. Excitement and nervousness coiled within her as heat tickled along her skin, the light hairs on her arms rising as every little fibre and nerve ending in her sparked to life to the man coming above her. Without even touching, she could feel his heat encasing her.
Every dip in the bed, every shadow and contour of his muscles as they flexed, his scent and the darkening, possessive and lustful gaze had Evanna’s senses in overdrive as she reached towards him. Arawn chuckled, his hand skimming up the side of her thigh as she slowly lowered her head, watching him through doe-like eyes. Even though Evanna was not as innocent as before, this was still a big moment for them both.
His smirk grew, his lips tickling the side of her neck, his thoughts connecting with Evanna’s as his not-so-innocent wife started to stroke him. It was so light, her touch a tease, her scent wrapping around him as he felt the heat of her body. Arawn’s hand caressed her stomach, sliding towards her breasts, skimming over her flesh and teasing her nipple as his tongue ran down the side of her neck.
Her hand tightened around him, a breathy sigh leaving her. With the lighting above him casting shadows over them, the setting was magical and marvellous, reminding Evanna once more of the night they kissed and he proposed.
"I should..." Evanna trailed off as Arawn shook his head. Again, it was like he could read her mind.
"Tonight is all about making you feel comfortable," Arawn whispered before his mouth claimed hers and the hand that had been skimming over her nipple cupped and kneaded her breast as their tongues became entwined in a heated, breathy kiss.
Evanna pulled away, breathing heavily, "Arawn..." It came out more like an impatient groan.
Arawn chuckled; his glacial eyes were alight in amusement. "Alright, I think you’re wet enough..." He jested.
"You think?" Evanna retorted breathlessly, a light giggle escaping her lips. Their jovial behaviour lightened the pressing nerves within her, and it was exactly what she needed.
Arawn captured her cheeks in his hands, eyes flicking between hers, his expression going from lighthearted to serious all of a sudden. "*We are bonded now. Whatever woes that trouble you are now mine. We are one, and the vines that bind us will not be undone.*"
Evanna swallowed down the emotion that clutched at her throat. Despite there being no need for reassurance, she felt incredibly comforted and safe. Arawn would support her when she could not hold herself up when she was weak, and that was what she needed. The princess hoped she was the same for him. If in need, he would lean on her, too. Any words on Evanna’s lips died as her husband sealed his own with a gentle kiss.
Evanna’s hand slid away from his heated length, and his fingers found hers entwining them. Pulling back, Arawn leaned his forehead against hers, watching her a moment more. "Are you ready?" He whispered ever so sweetly.
Evanna nodded her head, then when his brows tugged together as though wishing more from her, she added, "Yes, I am."
Arawn’s brows released, his eyes softening as he leaned back and started aligning himself at her entrance. Holding her gaze, he warned softly, "This is going to hurt... But it will get better... I will make sure of it."
Evanna nodded lightly and kissed him softly just as he began to slip inside. The strange sensation of stretching and pain caused the princess to tense and inhale sharply. Arawn was big, or so she imagined, as there was, of course, nothing to be compared to. Her hands were not small, though, and they still had quite the size to them outside of her fists when she stroked him before.
"Relax," Arawn whispered. "Breathe."
His words drew Evanna’s attention back to the captivating man above her, those eyes glimmering with the lightest of blues, full of concern and so much love. Breathe. She did exactly that and tried to relax and adjust to his size. Arawn gradually pushed further inside of her, creating new waves of pain that she was growing used to until there was a slight pinch where they connected, causing her to gasp.
The pain that made the corners of her eyes a little teary was swiftly smothered by the tingling sensations of arousal and pleasure. Arawn peppered kisses down her neck and shifted to the side slightly as his thumb found her clit. Her body tensed this time but from pleasure, not pain.
Evanna’s arms wrapped around Arawn’s neck as her back began to arch, feeling the closest she’d ever been to him. It was so, so intimate as they remained connected, and the pain began to fade. Arawn’s lips found hers just as Evanna started to move her hips slightly to the magical touch of his thumb. He smiled against her, sliding his hand across her body, inciting sparks of heat in their wake, brushing along her breast until his fingers slipped into her hair and his tongue slid along her lips and deepened the kiss before he began to move.
Slow and steady at first, kissing Evanna passionately, enticing that wild streak out to distract her from any pain remaining between them. Arawn was lost in the moment with her, realising he’d never been one to deliberately move slowly inside another, but their connection was deep, and he found himself wanting to grow even closer to her, impale her slowly whilst she clung to him, gasping for breath. It was quite a sight, though he was overly aware of any other flicker of emotion on her features, such as any wincing to too much pain caused between them.
Yet there was none. Evanna was taking him and wanting more.