Chapter 202: Wedding Nightt
After their first dance as husband and wife, Oliver and Aurora slipped away from the cheering crowd. He swept her into his arms, carrying her through the door and up the grand staircase as if she weighed nothing.
The moment the bedroom door clicked shut behind them, Aurora’s breath caught. The room had been turned into a romantic dream for their wedding night. Soft candlelight flickered from dozens of candles placed around the space, casting a warm, golden glow. Red and white rose petals were scattered across the floor and arranged in a large heart on the huge bed. Fairy lights twinkled along the walls and headboard, and the air smelled sweetly of vanilla and fresh roses. It felt magical, intimate, and perfect.
Oliver set Aurora down gently, then backed her against the wall, his strong body pressing into hers. His dark eyes locked onto hers, burning with hunger and deep affection.
He kissed her slowly at first—soft and full of love—before the kiss turned desperate. Their tongues slid together, their breaths mixed, and their teeth nipped at each other’s lips. A low growl rumbled from his chest as his hands explored every curve of her body.
He found the zipper of her wedding dress and pulled it down with slow, teasing care. The heavy fabric slid to the floor. Beneath it, her delicate white lingerie hugged her body. His fingers traced the lace; then, he gripped it and ripped it off in one sharp motion. The tearing sound made Aurora gasp with excitement.
"Fuck, Aurora," he said in a rough, loving voice. "You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. My perfect wife."
He stepped back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "Tonight is our wedding night, my love. Tell me what you want. Do you want slow and passionate sex... or do you want me to fuck you so hard the guests downstairs can hear you scream my name?"
Aurora smirked, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling with hunger. "Fuck me hard, Master."
Oliver’s lips curved into a wicked smile. "Good girl. You asked for it."
He spun her around and bent her over the edge of the bed, rose petals sticking to her skin. With one strong hand, he pinned her wrists behind her back. His other hand came down in a firm smack on her ass. The sharp sound rang out, followed by a second, harder spank that made her moan loudly. He rubbed the stinging skin gently, then smacked her again, turning her ass a pretty pink.
"Spread your legs wider for me," he ordered.
She obeyed instantly. Oliver dropped to his knees and buried his face between her thighs. His tongue gave her long, slow, filthy licks from her dripping entrance up to her swollen clit. He groaned at her sweet taste, then sucked her clit hard into his mouth while sliding two thick fingers deep inside her. He pumped them fast, curling them against that sensitive spot. Aurora cried out, pushing back against his mouth, her legs shaking.
He added a third finger, stretching her pussy as he licked and sucked without mercy. The wet, messy sounds filled the romantic room.
She came hard with a loud moan, her juices coating his fingers and chin. But he kept going, licking her through the waves until she was trembling and oversensitive.
Only then did Oliver stand and strip off his clothes. His thick, long cock sprang free—rock-hard and ready. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her from behind in one deep stroke. Aurora screamed in pleasure as he filled her completely. He fucked her hard, his hips slapping loudly against her ass with every powerful thrust.
"Moan louder," he growled, pulling her hair to arch her back. He spanked her again and again while pounding deep, hitting that perfect spot. One hand reached around to rub her clit roughly. She came a second time, her pussy squeezing him tight, but he didn’t slow down. He kept fucking her through it, raw and relentless, the bed shaking beneath them.
He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the petal-covered bed, and pushed her legs wide open. "Eyes on me," he commanded. He slid back inside her slowly at first, then built to deep, hard strokes. His hand wrapped lightly around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her feel owned and safe. With every thrust, he leaned down to suck and bite her nipples, sending sparks through her body.
"Master... please..." she begged, her voice breaking with pleasure.
He fucked her faster, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with her loud moans. He pinched her clit while thrusting, pushing her into another shaking orgasm.
Then he pulled her up, pressed her back against the wall, and lifted her legs around his waist. He thrust up into her roughly, using the wall for leverage. Her nails scratched down his back as he pounded her, deep and raw, their sweaty bodies pressed together.
Next, he carried her to the bed and used his silk tie to bind her wrists to the headboard. "You look so fucking good like this," he said, his voice thick. He teased her body with his mouth—licking her neck, sucking her breasts, and biting her inner thighs—until she was begging. Then he climbed on top and fucked her in long, powerful strokes. He went slow and deep for a while, building her up, then switched to fast and brutal, making the headboard bang against the wall. Her loud cries echoed through the room. He rubbed her clit and spanked the side of her thigh until she came again, harder than before, soaking the sheets.
He untied her and let her ride him. Aurora straddled his hips, sinking down onto his thick cock. He gripped her ass, guiding her to bounce hard and fast. "That’s it, ride your Master," he groaned. He slapped her ass with every downward thrust, then sat up to suck her bouncing breasts. She came once more, grinding on him desperately.
They changed positions again and again—him taking her from behind while she gripped the headboard, then in missionary with her legs over his shoulders so he could fuck her even deeper. Each round was full of hair-pulling, spanking, light choking, and commanding words mixed with soft praises like, "You’re doing so well, my beautiful mate," and "I love how wet you get for me."
After multiple intense orgasms that left her body trembling and the rose petals scattered everywhere, Oliver pulled her close. He was still buried deep inside her, moving in slow but powerful thrusts. Their bodies were slick with sweat, their hearts racing together.
"Are you ready for my mark, my mate?" he asked, his voice full of love and raw desire.
"Yes... here," Aurora moaned, tilting her head to the side and offering her neck.
Oliver’s eyes darkened with passion. He fucked her harder again, pounding deep and fast as he leaned down.
His fangs came out. With one final, rough thrust, he sank his teeth into her neck at the exact moment he came hard, flooding her with hot cum. Aurora screamed in pure pleasure as her own orgasm crashed over her, her pussy pulsing wildly around him.
Their wolves howled loudly in unison inside their minds—Aurora’s wolf and Oliver’s wolf joining as one. Their souls bonded completely, the mating link snapping into place. Every feeling, every bit of love and pleasure, doubled between them. The orgasm stretched on and on, wave after wave, until they were both shaking and breathless.
Oliver gently pulled his fangs out and licked the fresh mark on her neck with soft, tender strokes. He stayed inside her, holding her tight in his arms as they caught their breath. The candles still flickered softly around the romantic room, rose petals clinging to their skin.
Through the new bond, he felt her deep joy, her endless love, and her complete satisfaction—and she felt his.
"My beautiful wife. My Luna. I love you more than anything in this world," he whispered, kissing her forehead and then her lips.
Aurora smiled, happy tears in her eyes. "I love you too, Master... my mate... forever."
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