Page 7 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
Chapter 3
Splashing water onto her face from her washstand, Adorra gasped as the ice cold water hit her. The room was dark, only lit by the moonlight shining through the windows of her room. She’d retreated from the party below, so she had time to get ready for her night with Edmund.
Her heart puttered in her chest. This would be her first night with a man, and all she had to go on was rumor and hearsay to know what it might be like. She would have to rely strictly on Edmund to teach her what to do. To teach her what he liked.
She felt her heart flutter away in excitement and the area between her thighs tingle.
Soon Lord Gothar would be making his way up to her room, and she had to be ready. She’d just taken off her makeup, spritzed some perfume on her neck and wrists, and she was now dressed in a lightweight nightgown.
Adorra had the servants, who helped her out of her formal dress, take away that too small corset. She’d told them to burn it or sell it, just as long as she never set eyes on it again.
Taking a glance in the mirror, she stared at her reflection. Her chestnut hair was still up in a tight bun. Now the decision was, would she look better with a bun, or with her hair down around her shoulders? Which would Edmund prefer to see when he came to her room? And would she be comfortable laying on the bed in a bun?
The decision was easy. The hair would come down.
Her hands came up to her head, and she pulled the pins from her hair, one by one. Once they were all laying on her vanity, she shook her head, her brunette hair spilling down around her slender shoulders. Smiling, she nodded to herself in the mirror.
“Much better.” Adorra was now ready to go and lay in the bed to wait for Lord Gothar. Her husband.
She couldn’t believe she was uttering those words. Her husband. It was a dream, but it was real life. And she was a wife. She wasn’t sure her heart could handle all the joy. It felt like it was nearly bursting out of her chest.
Again her stomach filled with restless butterflies as she pulled back the covers and slipped between the smooth sheets. Tonight would be the night they truly became husband and wife. This would be the moment that their lives would be intertwined together for the rest of eternity.
Adorra had no idea for how long she laid there on her bed, but eventually, she heard the door to her chamber creak open.
Her breath stuck in her chest.
It was time!
All her uncertainties rushed back into her mind. Then she let out her breath, and all her hopes for the future rushed back to fill her to the brim with hope.
She watched as Lord Gothar crept his way into the room slowly, and then closed the door behind him.
“Good evening.” Adorra had no idea what to say at this moment to him. She had never been intimate with a man before, and she felt a little awkward. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t get her heart to calm down. She wanted this night to be perfect and was afraid her nerves would wreck it all.
He didn't say anything as he approached the bed.
Adorra frowned, “Is anything wrong?” She’d been hoping for some reassuring words from her husband.
“No. Nothing is wrong, just relax.” He placed a hand on one of her shoulders and pushed her back lightly.
She did as he asked. She trusted him and couldn't wait for him to join her between the sheets.
Edmund stopped beside the bed, then kneeled on the mattress leaning over her slightly. “Thank you for marrying me, Adorra.”
“Of course?” She said confused why he would thank her. “You won my heart. Of course, I’d want to celebrate our lives together.”
Edmund held up a goblet of wine. “For you, my dear.”
“I had plenty.” She raised a hand in front of her face as she shook her head.
“It will ease your fears.” Edmund coaxed as he pressed the wine goblet on her. “I know how stressful the first night can be for the woman. Trust me. There is never too much wine when it comes to calming nerves.”
Adorra raised a shaking hand up to the stem of the goblet and accepted it. “Maybe a few more sips.” Because she was still trembling with anticipation, and she hoped this would help her calm down.
She grasped the goblet firmly in a hand and raised the edge of the cup to her lips. The spicy liquid hit her tongue, but there was something else. She swallowed. “Is this wine?”
“Drink the rest.” Edmund urged pushing his hand to the bottom of the goblet, tipping the cup towards her.
