It was the first time Penelope shared a room with her husband. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as she nervously unpacked her belongings, unsure what to expect tonight. Raven had been a gentleman towards her, but he was still a man. She couldn't help but wonder how he would act now that they were alone together.
Penelope could hear the shower running in the bathroom, signaling that Raven was getting ready. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She sat on the bed facing the balcony and stared at the starry sky, wondering what the night would bring.
She was thankful for his thoughtfulness, but a part of her felt guilty that Raven had to accommodate her so much. If it were someone else, there was no way they would have done the same for her. They would have probably pushed her on the bed and had their way on her body before casting her aside. But Raven was different, always putting her needs first.
Deep in her thoughts, Penelope didn't notice Raven stepping out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Penelope?" He called out, pulling her out of her thoughts.
Penelope looked up and blushed, feeling flustered by Raven's unexpected appearance. She quickly averted her eyes and stuttered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude."
"If you're unsure about spending the night with me, we can delay our wedding night until you're ready." Her husband said upon seeing how red her face was.
Penelope forced herself to look at him and answered, "I'm ready."
She could feel her heart pounding against her chest. When she married him, Penelope knew there were things she could not avoid as his wife.
"Are you sure?" Raven's tone lowered, causing a shiver to run down Penelope's spine. "Because once I've made you mine, there's no turning back."
Penelope swallowed hard and nodded, her voice barely audible. "I'm sure."
Raven approached her slowly, his eyes locked onto hers. He reached out and gently traced her cheek with his thumb, his touch sending a wave of warmth through her body.
"Do you trust me?" he asked softly, his voice filled with sincerity.
Penelope took a deep breath, her heart pounding wildly. She replied with a small, shaky smile, "I trust you."
Raven leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Then let me make you mine, my dear wife."
Unsure of what to expect, Penelope closed her eyes and allowed Raven to pull her into his embrace. As his lips met hers, she felt several emotions at once: fear, desire, and a growing sense of connection with her husband. His kiss started slow and tender but quickly deepened, his hands gently caressing her back and pulling her closer.
Penelope could feel her body responding to his touch, warmth spreading through her entire being. She didn't know how to react and could only hold on to his shoulders as he slowly pulled out the ties of the robe that was covering her body.
As Raven revealed more of her body, Penelope felt herself blush even more, but she couldn't deny the arousal growing within her. She whimpered slightly as she felt his fingers trailing along her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her heart raced, and she felt anxiety and excitement coursing through her veins.
Raven guided her to the bed, laying her down gently. Penelope closed her eyes, not sure what to expect. She felt vulnerable and exposed, but her trust in him made her feel safe.
As Raven began to undress, Penelope watched him, taking in his toned body, the muscles that defined him. The sight of him caused a wave of desire to wash over her, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have him inside her.
She felt her breath catch in her throat as she took in the sight of him, the rippling muscles of his chest, and the hard lines of his abdomen. She could feel the heat emanating from his skin, which ignited a fire within her.
She looked away, ashamed of being caught staring, but Raven simply smiled and said, "Penelope, it's alright. You have nothing to be afraid of."
With that, he climbed onto the bed, joining her. He reached out and caressed her face, his fingers gently brushing against her lips as he leaned in to kiss her once more. The tenderness of his touch was both a comfort and arousal, and Penelope found herself responding to his touch more willingly than before.
Was this what it feels like to be desired? To be wanted? Penelope thought.
Raven trailed his fingertips down Penelope's neck, following the curve of her jawline, and then continued down to the base of her throat. She gasped softly at his touch, her eyes fluttering open to meet his.
He leaned in, offering a reassuring smile.
"Relax, Penelope. Just tell me if you want to stop."
"No… I don't want to stop." Penelope answered with a deep blush on her face. She didn't want to ruin this moment with him.
With each passing moment, she could feel herself growing more at ease, her body beginning to respond to his touch. As he continued to kiss her, Raven's hand traveled down her body, his fingertips tracing the curve of her waist, the slope of her hip, and the gentle swell of her breasts. His touch was like a caress from the sun, melting away her fear and replacing it with a fierce need for him.
Penelope moaned softly as Raven's hand dipped lower, his fingers grazing the delicate skin of her inner thigh. She could feel her own desire rising, the heat between her legs growing more intense by the second. She wanted and needed him and knew he was the only one who could satisfy her.
Raven's lips left hers and trailed down her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her skin as he worked his way to her collarbone. Penelope arched her back, offering herself to him, her breath coming in short gasps as his mouth claimed her.
"You're so beautiful," Raven whispered against her skin.
Penelope shut her eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of his words and touch. She felt as if she were going insane with desire, her mind and body consumed by a flame that Raven had ignited within her.
As Raven's hand continued to explore her body, Penelope's hands began to roam, gently tracing the contours of his muscles and the warm, soft skin beneath her fingertips. She wanted to know every inch of him, to commit his body to memory, to feel him inside and out.