For a long moment neither of them spoke.
The world outside faded. Only the two of them remained.
Rong Yuan draw closer to her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Moyin," he murmured, his voice low, and warm, "tonight… we are no longer travellers or strangers. We are husband and wife."
Her breath shook, not with fear, but with a softness she couldn't explain.
He gently lift her chin so she would look at him.
"You once asked," he said with a faint smile, "if I would ever marry a fool…"
His thumb brushed her cheek, wiping away a tear.
"Yet here I am, the fool who lost his heart to you."
She let out a soft, almost shaky laugh as tears tried to escaped her eyes again.
"Rong Yuan… I love you," she whispered.
"I know Moyin, and I love you more," he said as he brushed his fingers along her cheek, staring at her as though memorizing her face. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his breath mingling with hers before his lips claimed hers, gentle at first, then deepening as the kiss continue .
"You're trembling," he murmured. As he pull back, staring at her.
"I–I'm not," she whispered, even though they both knew she was.
He didn't tease her.
Instead, he guided her gently, helping her rise to her feet on the soft bed.
His hands were warmed and unhurried.
As he loosened the layers of silk around her, she felt her breath tremble.
Not from fear… but from the overwhelming closeness, from knowing she was standing before the man she loved, offering her heart entirely.
When the last layer of fabric slipped away, she gasped softly and instinctively knelt down, her hands flying up to cover herself, her cheeks burning.
"Moyin…" Rong Yuan's voice dropped into a warm, soothing tone.
He knelt with her, lifting her chin gently with his fingertips until her eyes met his.
"There is no need to hide from me," he whispered. "Not tonight."
His thumb brushed her cheek, tender and slow, calming the storm inside her.
"You are my wife," he said softly, "and the most beautiful thing I have ever had."
Her breath shook in the deep sweetness of his words.
Come closer, my dearest wife," he whispered near her ear, his breath brushing her skin. As he mouth covered hers again,
Fiercely this time.
While her hands clutched at his robe, and he pulled her closer until they could feel each other's heartbeat. The warmth between them grew, as the kisses deeper.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth and held her head firmly, his tongue dancing inside her mouth. When he finally pull out from her mouth. He turned to her neck , kissing and leaving hickeys there, everywhere he kissed.
He traced from her neckline to her collar bone as his body pressed against hers, his hardened length pressing firmly against her thighs as if it would tear it's way through his trousers. "you are so sweet my love," he murmured, as he continued to kiss her.
His hand slid down her thigh . While a groan escaped her mouth, her hand clutching tightly to his clothes. That only fueled the fire burning inside him .
His hand travel round her body till it settled on her nipples that was ready, hard and erect with arousal, her boobs perky and beautiful, tempting and inviting.
He placed his hand on one of her boobs, fondling and squeezing while his mouth was in the second, sucking and licking. This made her whole body tremble with pleasure. His hand slid between her tights, carefully tracing her skin with soft gentleness that lit her body on fire. His fingers found her entrance which was already soaked with the juices of her arousal.
He fingers continue to play in her entrance till it settles in her sensitive part. She couldn't stop the moan that slipped through her mouth, her back arching in response to the pleasure his touch was giving her. "Rong Yuan...." She whispered, " I.. I..
He remove his mouth from her boobs, breathing as he looked down at her red face, "what is it?" He asked, teasing her. while his fingers still circling her clit. Moyin moaned, bitting her lip as she looked up at him, not knowing exactly why she was calling him.
With one Swift move, his garment was off. Now they both lay naked completely under each other. His hand griped her waist, anchoring her hips against his as he carefully placed the tip of his length against her entrance.
Moyin sucked in a sharp breath as she braced her self, "Relax my love, he whispered, I'll be gentle." and slowly, he thrusted into her, as a tears dropped down her cheeks. slowly as first. Her fingers gripped the sheets tightly as she felt a sharp pain, but almost immediately, it was gone.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his hand gripping her even tighter, he was barely holding it together. She was so tight, he could feel her walls clutching tightly to his length, and the sensation was driving him crazy.
She nodded, her eyes opening to look at him. "I'm fine." She said even as tears slide down her cheeks.
Don't worry, it would hurt for long, he said, wiping her cheeks.
The next moment, he began thrusting into her, slow at first, and soon his pace increased. She felt so damn sweet, pleasure gripping to his length, forcing a deep groan of pleasure out of him as he kept thrusting into her.
Moyin couldn't understand the sensation running through her body, but all she knew was that she didn't want him to stop. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as the sound of their skin slapping with every thrust echoed in the empty room, their moans and groans adding more intimacy to the moment. The moment continued till they both reached their climax.
When he finally drew back, breathless, he rested his forehead against her neck.
As he whispered to her ear, "we are one now, my dearest"
Tears shimmered in her eyes, though she smiled. "That means more than world to me."