A Song of Roses

CHAPTER VII

I stood alone, looking at the stars that were scattered around the sky, and felt ready for the night that was about to unfold. My hairstyle was perfectly brushed down, the layers of my gown resting gently on my skin, the fabric flowing around me like silk against my skin.I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart and tried to focus on the task at hand. The prince would come eventually, and I needed to keep myself calm and composed. The thought of the wedding night was enough to fill me with dread, but I tried to keep my fears at bay. Alina had taught me everything I needed to know about the wedding night and its expectations. I was prepared to do my duties as a wife in our marriage.

or so I thought.

The grand door of our bedchamber swings open with a soft creak, and the prince enters. His dark, small strand of hair hung gracefully above his eyebrow. I felt my throat tighten as he approached me and stood before me. The look in his eyes was intense, as it swept over me from head to toe, and I saw the lust in his gaze. "I thought you went to sleep," he said, his voice low and sensual. He brushed the blonde curls that framed my face, and his touch was like fire against my skin. "I was waiting for you," I said in a soft, hushed tone. That made him smile, his gaze never leaving mine. I could see his chest rise and fall as he breathed sharply. He gently leaned in, closing the space between us and bringing his forehead to meet mine. and his breath was warm and moist as our lips were only a few inches apart. My body trembled at the closeness between us, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks as our breaths mingled. His fingers softly brushed against the ties of my night gown, and I felt a shiver run through my body as those soft touches.His fingers slowly untied the ties of my nightgown, the garment becoming progressively looser and more revealing.

The gown slipped fully down, exposing my every inch to his gaze.

My breath caught in my throat as I felt the cool rush of air against my skin. My skin began to tingle, almost like a thousand ants crawling up my body. His gaze glided over my bare body, travelling from my bosom to my stomach and then slowly rising back up. "You are exquisite," he whispered against my lips, my body growing more and more sensitive to his every gesture. My breathing became even shallower as I felt myself slip further into his embrace. His hand moved to my waist and pulled me closer to his body, his breath becoming even faster and more intense as his lips moved down to my neck. I felt completely consumed by the feeling of his lips as they travelled down my neck towards my chest. He is going way too fast. His lips travelled further down my body. He is moving too quickly. I placed my hand lightly on his shoulder, trying to signal that he was advancing too quickly for my comfort. "Slower," I managed to whisper as I attempted to slow the pace of his advances. He seemed to understand, and his movements became gentle as his lips returned to my neck. However, I could feel how eager he was, and his desire for more was palpable. I felt my breath catch as William suddenly picked me up in his strong arms and carried me to the bed, crawling on top of me. As he took off his puffed-sleeve blouse, revealing his muscular frame, I felt the heat rise even higher, as the feeling of his body on mine was too much to bear. I felt myself growing flustered as I was face-to-face with the male form for the first time. "Will you allow me to worship you?" Wiliam asked me, his voice sounding low and masculine. I shivered as his words reached my ears, as his voice alone was enough to send vibrations throughout my body. "Yes," I managed to reply. The heat of the moment was overwhelming.

In that moment, words failed me.

I felt my breathing increasing, and my body was growing warmer as our bodies melted together as one.

The night proceeded with his gentle touch, exploring me in every way possible. My body was left gasping and trembling, with no words remaining to describe it. confused and pleased. I gripped his shoulders firmly, clinging to him for support as he moved his body against mine.