"Unveiling the Night: A First Dance of Tradition and Desire"
Adhi
"That would be a real blessing," she replied with a cute, playful smile.
Mattheo
Professor Riddle smirked, clearly pleased to have an excuse to be close to her. "Well, I canโt leave my dear wife struggling with all those buttons and laces, can I?" he replied, his voice laced with a suggestive undertone.
He pushed himself away from the wall and approached her, his eyes fixated on the elaborate gown. Moving behind her, Professor Riddle drew close, the scent of his cologne filling her nostrils as he began to undo the tiny buttons running down the back of her gown.
Mattheo
"You had to pick the most complicated dress, didn't you?" he murmured, his voice low and slightly huskier than usual.
Adhi
She said with a wry smile, "It was your mother's choice, hubby."
Mattheo
Professor Riddle chuckled softly, his fingers continuing to work on the buttons. "Ah, so my mother has impeccable taste when it comes to choosing the most difficult gown for you to wear," he teased, his breath tickling the back of her neck. "I should have known."
His nimble fingers expertly undid the buttons, gradually revealing more of her skin. He took his time, savoring each moment and the opportunity to explore the curves of her body concealed beneath the fabric.
Mattheo
"And all these buttons just to hide this beautiful skin from me," he muttered, his voice filled with a hint of hunger. "It's a crime, really."
Adhi
She made a soft sound of confusion, her brow furrowing as she glanced at him.
Professor Riddle's hands stilled briefly as he continued to undo the buttons. He leaned forward, his lips hovering teasingly close to her ear.
Mattheo
"You really have no idea how ravishing you look in this dress, do you?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "I've been restraining myself all evening, trying not to rip it off you right there in front of everyone."
Adhi
She said with a flat expression, "That wouldn't have ended well," her tone reflecting a mix of annoyance and disbelief.
Professor Riddle chuckled, his hands moving to gently slide the straps of the gown off her shoulders.
Mattheo
"No, it wouldn't have," he agreed, his voice laced with amusement. "As much as I would have loved to make a scene on our wedding night, it's probably best we stick to more... private activities."
The dress began to loosen, the fabric slipping further down her body. Professor Riddle's hands moved over her skin, savoring the feel of her bare flesh beneath his fingertips.
Mattheo
"I must admit, being able to undress you in private is much more enjoyable than in front of an audience," he murmured, his eyes roving over her exposed back.
His fingers slowly caressed her skin as they traced a path down her spine, the touch light and yet possessive.
Mattheo
"The things I'm going to do to you once this dress is off..." he practically purred in her ear, his voice filled with a lustful promise.
She shivered at his words, her breath catching slightly. A flush spread across her cheeks as she met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and nervous excitement.
He continued to undress her slowly, his movements deliberate and controlled. Every inch of skin revealed heightened his desire, and he could feel his self-restraint beginning to slip away. Yet he knew he had to take his time, savoring the moment as it was their first night as husband and wife. When the gown finally slid down her body, pooling around her feet in a heap of fabric, she stood there, nearly completely nude before him, her skin exposed to his hungry gaze.
Professor Riddle's eyes darkened, his desire plain on his face as he took in the sight of her.
Mattheo
"Gods, you're beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe and lust. He reached out to touch her, his hands moving over her skin in a possessive gesture, caressing her curves and molding the flesh beneath his palms.
He couldn't help but pull her closer, his body pressing against her back, the heat of his skin searing against her.
Mattheo
"You're mine now," he whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her neck. "And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."
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