The heavy oak door swung shut behind them with a soft, resonant thud, sealing Aelros and Ophelia in the dimly lit chamber of their wedding suite. Moonlight filtered through lace curtains, casting a silvery glow over the room's opulent furnishings—a four-poster bed draped in crimson velvet, the air thick with the sweet scent of fresh roses and the faint, musky tang of their own anticipation. Aelros stood there, his tall frame rigid in his embroidered tunic, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, and his usually stoic face betrayed a flicker of vulnerability as he turned to face Ophelia, her radiant beauty amplified by the soft light. She was a vision in her flowing gown of ivory silk, her curves accentuated by the fabric that clung to her full breasts and hips, her chestnut curls cascading down her back like a waterfall of warmth.

Aelros's voice broke the silence, trembling at first but growing steady as he reached for her hands, his fingers brushing against her soft skin. "Ophelia, I've loved you since we were children chasing fireflies in the meadow," he confessed, his reserved nature cracking like thin ice under the weight of his emotions. His eyes, a deep emerald green, locked onto hers, revealing years of unspoken desires that had simmered beneath his gentle exterior. The words poured out now, unbidden, as if the vows exchanged earlier had finally unlocked the cage around his heart.

Ophelia responded without hesitation, her lips crashing against his in a passionate kiss that melted away the lingering tension. Her body pressed eagerly against his, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair, pulling him deeper into the embrace. The kiss was electric, her tongue dancing with his in a rhythm that spoke of long-suppressed hunger, her breath warm and sweet against his mouth. As they parted for air, her eyes sparkled with unbridled affection, and she whispered, "I've waited for this, my love," before her fingers began to work at the laces of his tunic. Slowly, they undressed each other, the room filling with the rustle of fabric and the intimate sounds of their shared breaths. Aelros's hands trembled as he eased the straps of her gown off her shoulders, revealing the swell of her breasts, their rosy nipples hardening in the cool air. She gasped softly at his touch, her skin flushing with arousal, and in turn, she tugged at his trousers, freeing his hardening cock from the confines of the cloth. The sight of him, thick and eager, made her pulse quicken, heightening the sensual atmosphere as their bodies, now bare and glowing in the moonlight, drew them inexorably closer, their emotional bond weaving through every caress.

With a shared sigh of surrender, Aelros guided Ophelia toward the plush crimson bed, their bodies entwining like vines in the moonlit haze. He lowered her gently onto the soft velvet coverlet, his hands tracing the curves of her hips as he knelt between her thighs, his emerald eyes dark with a hunger he could no longer contain. The scent of her arousal, a heady mix of sweet musk and floral warmth, filled the air, drawing him in like a moth to flame. Aelros leaned forward, his breath hot against her inner thighs, and parted her folds with reverent fingers, revealing the slick, glistening core of her desire. His tongue flicked out tentatively at first, tasting the salty-sweet essence of her pussy, before delving deeper with growing confidence, lapping at her swollen clit with slow, deliberate strokes. Ophelia arched her back, her fingers threading through his dark hair, pulling him closer as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her moans filled the room, raw and uninhibited, each one a testament to the years of pent-up longing, and he responded by sucking gently on her sensitive bud, his own arousal throbbing insistently as he felt her body tremble beneath him.

Emboldened by her cries, Ophelia urged him upward with a playful tug, her eyes locking onto his with a fiery intensity that mirrored the passion surging between them. "My turn, my love," she whispered, her voice husky with need, as she shifted positions, guiding him to lie back against the pillows. She straddled his legs, her breasts swaying enticingly with the movement, their rosy nipples brushing against his thighs. Aelros's cock stood proud and rigid, veins pulsing along its thick shaft, and she wrapped her hand around it, savoring the velvety heat before lowering her mouth to take him in. Her lips slid over the head, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, tasting the faint saltiness of his precum as she began to suck with voracious enthusiasm. He groaned deeply, his hands gripping the sheets, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him pushing him to the edge of restraint. Each bob of her head, each teasing lick along his length, wove their souls tighter together, the act not just physical release but a profound exchange of trust and devotion.

As their rhythms synchronized, the room pulsed with the symphony of their shared ecstasy—skin sliding against skin, breathless gasps mingling with the distant rustle of curtains in the night breeze. Aelros reached down to caress her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw, while Ophelia hummed softly around him, her own pleasure still echoing from his earlier attentions. In this intimate dance, their inhibitions shattered completely, revealing the depth of their bond, a love that had always been destined to bloom into this fervent, unbreakable union.

With a shared shiver of anticipation, their bodies still humming from the intimate worship they’d exchanged, Aelros gently cupped Ophelia’s face and drew her upward, their lips meeting in a deep, languid kiss that tasted of their mingled desires. She straddled him fully now, her thighs bracketing his hips as her slick folds grazed the tip of his throbbing cock, sending jolts of electric heat through them both. His hands roamed her curves with reverent urgency, tracing the dip of her waist and the swell of her breasts, their weight pressing against his chest like a promise of ecstasy yet to come. “Not until you’re ready, my love,” he murmured against her ear, his voice low and strained with restraint, his emerald eyes locking onto hers in a silent vow of devotion. Ophelia smiled through her haze of arousal, her breath coming in quick, heated bursts as she positioned herself above him, slowly lowering onto his thick shaft, inch by inch, until he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming—a tight, pulsating embrace that drew a guttural groan from Aelros, his fingers digging into her hips to steady her as she began to move, rocking in a rhythm that blended tender affection with raw, primal need.

As Ophelia rode him with voracious abandon, her breasts bouncing with each upward thrust, the room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the crimson bedclothes tangling around their limbs like vines of passion. Her inner walls clenched around him, a velvety heat that made his cock throb insistently, but he focused on her pleasure, one hand sliding between them to circle her swollen clit with firm, deliberate strokes. She gasped, her head thrown back in ecstasy, chestnut curls cascading down her back as waves of sensation built within her—each roll of her hips drawing out cries of delight that echoed off the moonlit walls. Aelros watched her in awe, his own arousal teetering on the edge but held at bay by sheer willpower, the emotional depth of their connection amplifying every touch. “Let go for me,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, feeling the way her body trembled against him, their hearts syncing in this fervent union that transcended mere physicality.

Sensing her climax drawing near, Aelros shifted them with careful strength, rolling them over so he hovered above her in the classic embrace of lovers, his body pressing hers into the soft velvet. He thrust deeper now, each powerful stroke hitting that sweet spot within her, their skin slick with sweat and desire as the air filled with the erotic symphony of their bodies colliding. Ophelia’s nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire, her moans growing louder and more desperate, urging him on without words, their gazes never breaking as the tension coiled tighter, promising a release that would bind them even closer.

Her nails raked down his back with a fierce urgency, leaving trails of fire that seemed to ignite every nerve in Aelros's body, her moans escalating into raw, pleading cries that filled the room like a siren's call, urging him to drive deeper with each relentless thrust. "Oh, gods, Aelros—your cock feels so fucking deep inside me," Ophelia gasped, her voice husky and unfiltered, the lewd words spilling from her lips as she arched her hips to meet his, her pussy clenching around him in rhythmic pulses that sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both. Outside the thin walls, faint murmurs and stifled gasps echoed from the hallway, where their friends and family lingered, ears pressed against the door, the sounds of their passion filtering through like forbidden music—Ophelia's explicit cries drawing awed whispers and flushed cheeks among the eavesdroppers, though neither lover paused to notice, lost in the whirlwind of their shared ecstasy.

Aelros's breath came in ragged bursts as he pounded into her, his hands gripping her thighs with bruising intensity, the slick heat of her arousal coating his shaft and making every stroke glide with exquisite friction. "You're so tight, Ophelia—so goddamn perfect around me," he growled, his usual reserve shattered into fragments of primal need, his emerald eyes blazing with a mix of adoration and raw lust as he leaned down to capture a hardened nipple between his teeth, sucking and nipping until she cried out again, her breasts bouncing wildly with the force of their movements. The air thickened with the musky scent of their coupling, mingled with the faint floral notes of the room, and through the walls, a soft thud suggested someone shifting closer, perhaps her mischievous cousin straining to hear every detail, their voyeuristic presence adding an unintended thrill that heightened the intensity, though Aelros and Ophelia remained oblivious, their souls entwined in this feverish dance of bodies and hearts.

As the tension coiled tighter, threatening to unravel them both, Ophelia's hands slid up to cradle his face, pulling him into a searing kiss that tasted of salt and desire. "Fill me up, my love—let me feel every drop of you," she whispered against his lips, her words dripping with lewd promise, her body trembling on the brink as his thrusts grew erratic, the pressure building to an unbearable peak. The distant rustle of fabric from beyond the door hinted at more listeners adjusting for a better vantage, their hushed reactions—a stifled giggle, a sharp intake of breath—fading into the background as Aelros felt her inner walls flutter around him, their gazes locked in a profound, wordless vow, the emotional depth of their union amplifying the physical bliss until it consumed them entirely.

And in that moment, as her inner walls clenched rhythmically around his throbbing cock, Aelros surrendered to the overwhelming surge of ecstasy, his hips bucking wildly in a final, desperate rhythm that drove them both over the edge. Ophelia's gaze held his, her eyes wide and luminous with raw vulnerability, mirroring the depth of their souls intertwining, as a guttural cry tore from her throat, her body convulsing in waves of release that soaked his shaft with her warm, slick essence. He felt the pressure build to an unbearable peak, his balls tightening as he thrust one last time, spilling deep inside her with hot, pulsing jets that filled her completely, each spurt drawing out her own lingering tremors, their bodies locked in a symphony of shared bliss that transcended the physical, binding them in a love forged from years of quiet yearning.

The room seemed to hold its breath around them, the distant echoes of muffled voices beyond the door fading into insignificance as Aelros collapsed gently atop her, his chest heaving against her sweat-slicked breasts, their hearts pounding in unison like a single, fervent drumbeat. Ophelia's fingers traced lazy patterns along his back, soothing the marks her nails had left, her pussy still quivering around his softening cock in the afterglow, a tender reminder of the voracious passion they'd unleashed. He whispered her name like a sacred incantation, his lips brushing against her forehead in a gesture of profound tenderness, the musky scent of their lovemaking lingering in the air like a promise of endless nights to come, their emotional bond now unbreakable, woven through every gasp and caress.

As they lay entwined in the crimson velvet, the moonlight casting a ethereal sheen over their flushed skin, Aelros felt a quiet peace settle over him, his once-reserved heart fully open, knowing that this first night had transformed their childhood affection into an unyielding flame of desire and devotion. Ophelia's soft laugh broke the silence, a sound full of joy and satiation, as she nuzzled into his neck, her breath warm against his skin, hinting at the adventures yet to unfold in their shared future.

Eager Awakening: First Night of Passion