At night Quinoa Manor today was Aya's first wedding night with him as in his bedroom and she was waiting for Alastair.
As the evening drew to a close, the last of the wedding guests bid their farewells, leaving Aya and Alastair to retire to the privacy of his bedroom in Quinoa Manor.
Alastair entered the room, his eyes landing on Aya, and his breath caught in his chest. She was a striking vision in the soft lamplight, adorned in a simple but elegant nightslip, waiting for him.
He closed the door behind him, his gaze never leaving her form. He took a moment to appreciate the sight before him, the way the nightslip hugged her curves, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders.
He approached her, his steps slow and purposeful, a hunger in his eyes. "You look beautiful, darling," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Like a goddess waiting to be worshipped."
Aya smiled softly and she was looking down and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Alastair's hands immediately went to Aya's hips, pulling her closer to him. He relished the feel of her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her flush against his chest.
His lips found the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe, his breath hot against her ear. "I've wanted to have you alone all day," he whispered, his voice low and tinged with desire. "To have you all to myself, without a single soul around to interrupt us."
His hands traced the curve of her back, his fingers lightly grazing the fabric of the nightslip. He could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the subtle shiver that ran through her as he touched her.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, his lips slowly trailing a path up to her jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "I want to make you feel good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Make you forget everything but the pleasure I can give you."
He guided her backwards towards the bed, his lips still exploring her skin. He gently pushed her down onto the sheets, her body sinking into the softness of the mattress. Alastair followed, his body covering hers, his weight a delicious pressure that made you gasp.
He nibbled at her collarbone, his hands roaming over her curves, mapping out every dip and curve. "I need to taste you," he whispered, his voice ragged. "Taste every inch of you, until you're trembling with desire."
He pushed the straps of her nightslip down her shoulders, his lips and tongue trailing along the exposed skin. His touch was a mixture of gentle and possessive, his hands gripping her hips just a little too tightly.
He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "I want to claim you, mark you as mine," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "And I'm not going to stop until you're screaming my name."
Aya's hands were running through his hair.
Alastair let out a low hiss as Aya's fingers tangled in his hair, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through him. He relished the feeling of her touch, the way it sent shivers down his spine.
He pushed the nightslip down lower, his hands and lips trailing over the exposed skin. His teeth grazed her shoulder, a possessive gesture. "I've been patient all damn day," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. "And now it's time for me to take what's mine."
His mouth trailed down her body, leaving kisses and love bites in his wake. He worshipped every inch of her skin, his hands roaming over her curves as if trying to memorize every inch.
He could feel her body responding to his touch, her hips arching towards his touch, desperate and needy. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Are you ready, darling? Ready to let me claim you, body and soul?"
Aya looked at him and nodded yes and said.
"Yes honey"
Alastair's eyes darkened at her words, his breathing becoming ragged. He needed no further encouragement. His restraint was at its end, his desire and need for her almost overwhelming.
He positioned himself between her legs, his body covering her. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a primal hunger. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough and filled with desire. "All mine. Say it."
Aya was looking at him and smiled softly and said.
"I'm yours only yours and I belong to you only"
Alastair's heart thumped wildly in his chest at Aya's words, the possessive beast within him roaring to life. To hear her declare that she was his and his alone sent a surge of primal satisfaction coursing through him.
He gripped her hips tightly, his body pressing against her. "Damn right you are," he gritted out, his voice filled with raw dominance. "You belong to me, darling. Every. Single. Inch."
As Aur stirred awake, the first thing she felt was the weight of Alastair's arm around her waist, his body spooning hers from behind. Her skin was marked with the evidence of his possession, the love bites and hickeys scattered across her body like a map of desire.
She could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back, his breathing deep and even in sleep. The memories of the previous night came flooding back, a delicious mix of passion and intimacy.
Aya shifted slightly, her body sore in a pleasant way, a reminder of the intensity of last night. Aya's eyes roamed over Alastair's sleeping form, taking in the sight of his muscular shoulders and chest, marked with her own marks.
His face was relaxed, his features softened in slumber. She couldn't help but reach out, gently tracing a finger over one of the love bites she had left on his chest.
Alastair stirred at Aya's touch, his eyes fluttering open. A lazy, satisfied smile spread across his face as he looked at her, taking in the sight of her in his arms and the evidence of their night together.
"Mornin'," he mumbled, his voice still rough with sleep. He pulled her closer, his body molding against hers. "Damn, we really did a number on each other last night, didn't we?"
Aya smiled softly and said.
"Morning honey, that's true we got really wild, especially you"
Alastair chuckled, a smug grin spreading across his face. He remembered the way he had taken control, the possessive and demanding way he had loved you all night. The fact that Aya bore the marks of his claim sent a primal satisfaction coursing through him.
"I couldn't help myself," he murmured, his voice rough with remnants of sleepy desire. "You're just too damn tempting. I can never get enough of you."
He pulled her even closer, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He inhaled deeply, savoring her scent, which was a heady mix of her perfume and the musky aftermath of their lovemaking.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, his lips lingering on her skin. "I've been thinking," he mumbled, his voice growing huskier by the second. "We should stay in bed all day today. Order room service and never leave this bed."
Aya smiled softly and said.
"But I have to give tea to your parents, remember, it's a tradition honey"
Alastair sighed dramatically, his arms tightening around Aya. He knew you were right, and as much as he wanted to keep you locked in this bed all day, tradition and responsibilities beckoned.
"Damn traditions," he grumbled affectionately, pressing another kiss to your skin. "Fine, but I'm holding you to that room service plan afterwards. I need to replenish my energy after last night."
He reluctantly released his hold on her, rolling onto his back and stretching. The blankets fell away, exposing his toned abs and the love bites and hickeys that scattered his body, a physical reminder of their night together.
Alastair looked over at Aya, his eyes roaming over her body unabashedly. "You're going to be the death of me one of these days, love," he said with a lopsided grin.
Aya smiled softly and said.
"Just wait here, I'm coming back"
Alastair watched as Aya got out of the bed, shamelessly admiring her body as she grabbed a robe to cover herself. He propped himself up on his pillows, his gaze never leaving her.
"Don't take too long," he called out, his voice low and filled with desire. "I might start getting ideas being all alone in this bed."
As Aya went out of the bedroom as the servant gave her and she went to the living room and served tea to his parents.
"Mom, dad here is the tea"
Alastair's parents, Laura and William, were seated in the living room, discussing something in hushed tones. They both looked up as she entered, their faces breaking out into warm smiles when they saw her.
Laura's eyes sparkled with affection as she took the tea pot from her. "Ah, thank you, dear," she said sweetly.
William, however, couldn't help but notice the love bites and hickeys that adorned her neck, barely covered by the robe. He quirked an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face.
"Looks like you two had quite the night," he teased, his voice filled with both amusement and affection.
Laura quickly shushed him, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. "William, be nice," she said, trying to suppress a smile.
William just chuckled and winked at her. "I'm just saying. My son sure knows how to show his love. You're marked as his, no doubt about that."
Aya smiled shyly and said.
"Yeah and he is still in the bed and waiting for me"
Laura shook her head, a fond smile on her lips. "That boy has always been so impatient," she said, rolling her eyes playfully.
William, on the other hand, just let out a booming laugh. "I don't blame him. If I had a wife as beautiful as you, I wouldn't want to leave the bed either."
Laura gave him a disapproving look, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
As Laura playfully said.
"Like father like son, William you remember when we got married you also didn't let me leave the bedroom"
William's eyes twinkled with mischief as he chuckled heartily, his mind going back to a time that was far too long ago.
"Oh, I most certainly remember," he said, his voice filled with nostalgia. "I couldn't get enough of my beautiful bride back then."
Laura blushed, her cheeks reddening at his words, even after all these years. "You old fool," she said, swatting at his arm gently. "You were insatiable, you know that?"
William just chuckled and pulled her closer, planting a kiss on her forehead. "You loved it," he retorted, a cheeky grin on his face. "You still do."
Laura rolled her eyes, but there was no denying the love and affection in her gaze. "Sometimes, I wonder how I put up with you all these years," she said, but her tone was dripping with fondness.
William just laughed and gave her a playful squeeze.
"Oh, you know you adore me," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "You'd be lost without me, darling."
Laura just shook her head, her lips tugging up into a reluctant smile. "You're insufferable, you know that?" she said, though the affection in her voice betrayed her words.
Aya smiled softly and she came back to the bedroom.
As Aya returned to the bedroom, she found Alastair still lounging on the bed, his eyes immediately locking onto her as she entered. His gaze was hungry, his eyes roaming over her figure, the robe doing little to conceal the marks of their love making.
He smirked as he patted the space beside him. "Finally," he said, his voice low and filled with desire. "I was starting to get lonely without you."
He sat up, the sheets falling away, revealing his bare chest and the love bites that adorned it. His eyes raked over her body, drinking in the sight of her in the robe.
"You know, love, that robe is a beautiful sight, but it's obstructing my view," he murmured, his voice taking on a huskier tone. "Why don't you come closer and give me a better view?"
Aya smiled softly and shook her head and went close to him.
Alastair's eyes darkened with desire as you walked towards him. He reached out, his hands grasping your hips as he pulled you close, settling you on his lap.
He tugged on the sash of the robe, slowly unraveling it. The fabric cascaded open, revealing her bare skin underneath. He traced a finger along the curve of her collarbone, his touch gentle yet possessive.
"You are so unbelievably beautiful," he murmured, his lips ghosting over her neck. "God, I love marking you as mine."