Chapter 39: Wedding night [1] (18+)
[London]
The dinner party had ended late into the night, but neither Dylan nor Isabella felt exhausted. Their new home was just a short walk from the restaurant, making the journey back swift. They both had changed into something simple for the party before.
Isabella's smile had not left her face all day. Her cheeks ached from grinning, but she couldn't help it. Today had been perfect—simple, warm, and filled with love.
As they stepped inside, she paused, taking in the cozy space. Dylan let her walk in first before neatly placing his shoes and her heels in the rack. Their belongings had been moved in two days ago, not much to carry, just enough to make this place feel like home. But now, standing here with him, her heart raced.
She had shared a studio room with Dylan before, but this was different. They weren't just sharing a space anymore. They were building a life together.
Lost in thought, Isabella barely noticed when Dylan wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. She felt his heartbeat against her back—fast and loud, mirroring her own.
"What is my princess thinking?" he murmured, his breath warm against her neck.
"Still a princess? Not your queen?" she teased, tilting her head slightly toward him.
"Nah… A queen carries too many burdens. You just be my princess," he whispered, tightening his hold. "I'll pamper and indulge you for the rest of my life."
Isabella had long since lost count of the sweet things Dylan had said since he proposed. He must have held back before, afraid of overwhelming her. But now, his love was unrestrained.
Turning in his embrace, Isabella wrapped her arms around him. This hug felt different—deeper, heavier with unspoken emotions. Everything felt new and exhilarating.
"D-Dylan…" She shivered as his fingers traced a slow path down her spine, sending waves of anticipation through her.
Before she could say more, his lips captured hers in a passionate kiss. Unlike their first, which had been soft and hesitant, this one was filled with need, with years of bottled-up emotions finally spilling over.
Dylan deepened the kiss, tasting her, savoring her. Just as she was melting into it, he lightly pinched her waist, making her gasp—an opportunity he seized, slipping his tongue into her mouth.
His hands cradled her waist and the back of her head as he explored every corner, drawing a soft moan from her lips. Isabella felt lightheaded, overwhelmed by the intensity, but she didn't want to pull away.
Sensing her need for air, Dylan finally released her lips, letting her catch her breath. But he didn't stop. His lips trailed down—along her jaw, then lower, to the delicate skin of her neck.
Even he hadn't realized just how much he craved her, how deeply he was physically drawn to her. His wife—his Isa—felt so soft in his arms, so perfect. He had always known he loved her, but this was something more.
Dylan gently sucked at the skin of her neck, leaving his mark. Isabella arched against him, her fingers gripping his shirt as breathy moans escaped her lips.
"D-Dylan…" she gasped, pressing closer.
He stilled, lifting his head to look at her. His darkened eyes were filled with desire—but beneath the passion was something far more profound. Love. Devotion.
His gaze drifted to her flushed cheeks, then to the faint mark he had left on her skin. Every moment with her made him want her more. Made him want to worship her. It was intoxicating, dangerous—but also right.
"Isa…"
She opened her eyes, dazed. She was practically leaning against him for support, her legs weak.
Dylan cupped her cheek, his thumb gently brushing her skin. "Isa… I want to do many things to you. Can I?"
Her breath hitched.
He wasn't just asking for permission—he was making sure she was ready. He knew her better than anyone, knew she didn't take physical touch lightly. This night wasn't just about passion. It was about trust. About them.
Isabella curled her toes, hiding her face in his chest before giving a small nod.
Dylan exhaled, his hold on her tightening. He had poured all his love into her for years, but tonight was different. Tonight, he would touch her, love her in a way he never had before.
"Are you scared, Isa?" he asked softly.
She peeked up at him and shook her head. "I'm not scared. I'm… nervous." She bit her lip, clutching his shirt.
A gentle smile played on Dylan's lips. He effortlessly scooped her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.
Isabella's heart pounded.
She trusted him. She always had. Dylan was her safe place.
Carefully, he lowered her onto the seat in front of the mirror and knelt before her. Taking her hand, he placed it over his chest, letting her feel the wild rhythm of his heartbeat.
"This is what you do to me, love."
She swallowed, mesmerized.
Dylan leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips before slowly removing her earrings and necklace. His touch was delicate, reverent.
Then, he reached for the pins in her hair. One by one, he removed them, his fingers threading through the silky strands. After what felt like an eternity, her hair cascaded down her back in golden waves.
Isabella's nervousness slowly faded.
She watched their reflection in the mirror—Dylan, kneeling before her with endless tenderness in his eyes.
What was she so anxious about?
This was her Dylan.
And tonight, she wanted to take this step with him.
"You should also undo those knots of the dress" she said. Dylan looked at in the mirror. There was shyness, but no hesitation. He smiled and planted a kiss on the back of her palm. His other hand worked on the knots on the back of her dress.
One by one all the neatly secured knots came undone. All the while, Dylan's eyes were only and only on Isabella's in the mirror.
Isabella shyly held onto her dress in the front to stop it falling off her chest.
Dylan once again lifted her in his arms and gently lowered her onto the bed. He didn't give her any time to think anything else before capturing her lips again.
He dimmed the bedside lamp, darkening the room. His arms made circles on her bare shoulder, making her moan and pull him closer.
"Mmmhh.. Dylan.. Ah.. "
Dylan left a trail of kisses on her jaw and neck before settling on her chest. Her sweet moans and acceptance had made him so hard already.
Isabella shivered when his hands pulled down the shoulder straps of her light pink dress. her breath uneven, and her focus completely disoriented as Dylan's touch made her feel sensations which she had only read in novels.
"Ohhh Dylaaan.."
Her moans got louder as Dylan placed wet kisses on her chest, his hands squeezed her soft bunnies.
"Ohh Isaa.." Dylan moaned as he took one of her bunny into his mouth and sucked it in. It felt so soft, so perfect in his hands, as if made to fit in his hands.
Isabella was panting and sweating with all the sensations in her body. Heat built up in her core as she felt her blood rushing downwards.Her grip around Dylan's shoulders tightened.
Dylan released her soft mound with a pop before giving the same attention to it's twin. His hands pulled down her dress further, exposing her flat stomach.
Pausing his adventure for a bit, he slightly moved back to look at his wife under him.
Isabella had her eyes closed, tiny drops of sweat on her forehead, her cheeks flushed red, her chest falling up and down. Her one hand tightly held onto the pillow, while the other was still holding onto his shirt.
Her golden hair spread on the pillow. The soft yellow light from the night lamp softly covered her.
Dylan throat went dry. His wife was laying bare under him. She looked like goddess of sin, and was willing to be her sinner.
"Ohh god Isaa.." Quickly unbuttoning his shirt, he threw it away somewhere in the room before kissing her forehead, making her open her green eyes and look at him.
"You look beautiful love." Dylan complimented. Isabella gulped looking at his naked chest. It was gleaming with sweat, and they haven't even started anything yet.
His hands slid down the sides of her waist and stopped at the dress around her hips. He looked into his wife's eyes, "Can I, princess?"
Isabella nodded and slightly lift her hips for him to pull down her dress entirely. Dylan also pulled down her panties along with the dress, making her tightly shut her legs.
"D-Dylan?" Isabella called out, not knowing what to do. Her mind was all foggy and cloudy with desire, but this was her first time.
Dylan bent down and kissed her cheeks. "You are beautiful Isa. Let me see you my wife."
Isabella bit her lips but still let him remove the dress entirely. Soon her dress and panties joined his shirt in the corner of the room.
"Relax baby. This is me.." Dylan's voice soothed her nerves, making her muscled relax.
Feeling her relax, Dylan made sure to give her assurance. "You are the one in control Isa. If you say stop, I will stop. Okay..?"
Isabella nodded, knowing that she is safe.
Dylan pecked on her lips once again before going down to her navel. He sucked it, making her gasp and shut her eyes in pleasure. Her hands instinctively went to his hair.
Isabella took in a sharp breathe when his left hand gripped her thigh, while the right one stroked her womanhood.