Chapter 281 - A Night Full of Trouble

Vaughn ordered Fred to bring them a bottle of the most expensive wine that the ship had plus two glasses. The night was beautiful and they were having a celebration. Sharing a good wine was just right for the occasion. 

When the wine arrived, Vaughn poured some of it into each glass. He gave one to Zenia. 

He raised his glass and said, "Here's to us."

Zenia raised her glass and drank the wine in one go.

"This is delicious! I never had such a delicious wine before. This must be expensive."

"Maybe. Do you want to bring this wine home? I will ask the Captain later if you want."

Zenia chuckled, "Is it okay to do that? I know that there are first-class sh.i.p.s that don't sell the things they serve onboard for consumption outside. This ship is probably one of them. If they refuse to sell, don't push it."

Vaughn leaned closer to her, "My dear wife, I promise to give you all the best and I intend to fulfill that promise."

Swoosh! Boom! Swoosh! Boom!

The next set of fireworks was lighted and colorful blooms graced the night sky once more. They were more beautiful than the first. The couple enjoyed watching the fireworks.    

Zenia was not able to watch until the end of the fireworks display. The excitement and exhaustion got the best of her and fell asleep in Vaughn's arms. She was already deep in her sleep when Vaughn noticed that she was no longer looking up.

Vaughn carried her to their room and put her on their bed. He removed the cloak that he used to cover her up and tucked her in. He went to the changing area and put on his robe. 

Zenia frowned while sleeping. She seemed uncomfortable. Vaughn realized that she was wearing a heavy dress. He was contemplating whether to wake her up or change her himself. He blushed at the thought of taking off her clothes for her. It would seem ridiculous to ask help from a female crew of the ship because the Captain and his crew already knew that they were husband and wife.

Zenia kicked the blanket and fell to the ground. Her long, shapely legs were showing. Vaughn swallowed his saliva and was lost at what to do next. He felt hot all of sudden. He loosened his robe when he started feeling uncomfortable. In doing so, his chest and part of his chiseled abs were exposed.

He went to Zenia's things and searched for a comfortable dress. When he found one, he returned to her side. He moved his hands and began undressing the drunken Zenia. He was careful not to wake her up. It was the most difficult task that he had undertaken in all his life. He promised himself that he would wait until their wedding in Shadora. He wanted to give her a proper wedding from beginning to end. He should restrain himself.

He felt volts of electricity running through his entire body whenever his fingers touched the satin-smooth skin of his wife. His body turned hotter when he supported her n.a.k.e.d waist as he lifted her up. Her slim waist had muscles and no flab, and he liked touching it so much. But, his thoughts began to wander off somewhere he shouldn't even imagine.

He focused on dressing Zenia up and heaved a sigh of relief when he finished. After all that hard work, Vaughn hugged Zenia and fell asleep almost immediately. He swore that he would never restrain himself again after their wedding.

"Vaughn…" Zenia m.o.a.ned in her sleep and continued, "Don't touch me there…"

He was already beginning to enter the cycle of deep sleep when he heard the seductive voice of his wife. It was torture! He could feel her, he could hear her, but he was not allowed to let his hands explore her body. He knew that the last thread of his rationality might snap the moment he let his hands do what they had wanted to do.

He stood up and thought about taking a cold shower, but he remembered that he could not afford to be sick. He kept pacing back and forth in their room. He tried to cover his ears to avoid hearing Zenia's seductive m.o.a.ns.

'My wife, what are you dreaming about?'

He chuckled lightly when he thought that Zenia could be dreaming something lewd. He regretted having such thoughts because his lower body began to show reactions. He could no longer control it and went back to bed.

He whispered in Zenia's ear, "Zenzen, please don't blame me for what I'm about to do."

He pulled down Zenia's dress, exposing her shoulders, collarbone, and cleavage. Vaughn began kissing Zenia's lips while his hand caressed her long, smooth neck. He moved to her ear and nibbled it for a bit before he glided down her neck and sucked it. Zenia m.o.a.ned even more, but she did not wake up. She was too drunk and her body was just being honest.

To prevent his hands from exploring further, Vaughn held Zenia's hand and held them above her head. He continued kissing her lips, nibbling her ears, sucking her neck, and all other exposed areas of her body without letting go of her hands. 

He planted a love-bite on top of her b.r.e.a.s.t. Vaughn looked at it and smiled. It looked more like a flower than a leopard spot. He would sometimes do thrusting motions with his lower body. He stopped himself from undressing Zenia all the way and tried to find satisfaction with what he was doing at the moment.

Zenia would sometimes return his kisses that he thought he had wakened her up. She continued to m.o.a.n, and it was making it more difficult for Vaughn to find satisfaction with his actions. He wanted more but he did not want to turn into some kind of beast in Zenia's eyes. He gave Zenia the last fiery kiss and gathered all the courage he could muster to stop himself from going further.

"Good night Zenzen," he whispered and then kissed her forehead.

Zenia hugged him tightly. Her bosom was pressed against his body. He wanted to cry. He wanted to sleep but how could he? It was a night full of trouble.

"I love you lots, Vaughn…" Zenia murmured in her sleep.

He smiled and decided that in the future he would not allow Zenia to get drunk, unless…

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Zenia woke up feeling refreshed. She saw Vaughn still sleeping beside her. She smiled and kissed him on his lips. He did not budge at all. She thought that Vaughn must have too much to drink

'Just how low is the alcohol tolerance of this guy?'

She surmised that it was lower than hers. She got out of bed and noticed that she was wearing her sleepwear. It was a little disheveled, but she thought it was due to her bad sleeping posture. She must've tossed and turned in her sleep again. She knew that the alcohol hit her well.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she noticed a lot of red spots on her neck, collarbone, and shoulders. The spots were quite familiar.

'They couldn't be love-bites, could they?'

She looked at Vaughn who looked so innocent with his closed eyes. She tapped her cheeks and reprimanded herself for being suspicious of her pure husband. She then thought that it could be an allergic reaction to the wine. It was the first time that she had that type of wine.

She went to the bathroom and took a bath. Vaughn opened his eyes, and his face turned crimson when he recalled what he did that night. He was thinking whether to continue to pretend that he was still asleep or call Fred to send in their breakfast. 

He could hear the splashing of water, and his imagination began to run wild. He stood up and changed his clothes before he went out of their room to look for Fred. It did not take him long to find Fred, who never failed to pass by their room.

Vaughn went back inside after telling Fred the breakfast that he wanted to eat. Zenia was still in the bathroom. Vaughn felt more nervous as time went by.

'Did she notice anything? How come she did not bother waking me up when she had seen it?'

He walked back and forth not knowing what to do the moment she asked something about what transpired last night. Vaugh was hoping that their breakfast would arrive before Zenia had finished bathing.

After a few minutes, he heard the door of the bathroom creaked. Zenia saw her husband sitting by the table.

"You're awake! Have you ordered breakfast?"

Vaughn just nodded his head. Zenia sat on their bed and removed the towel covering her wet hair. Vaughn stood up and went to where she was and pulled the towel away from her hands.

"Allow me," he said in a low, husky voice that Zenia found…s.e.xy.

Vaughn began drying Zenia's hair using the towel. He loved the smell of her hair. The fragrance was almost the same as her natural scent, which Vaughn found to be intoxicating. He loved her scent and everything about her. 

"What happened to you last night? Why are you like that?"

Vaughn stopped what he was doing and sweat began to form at his back. He suddenly felt cold and tried to calm himself down. He resumed drying Zenia's hair and tried to sound calm and composed.

"W-What do you mean last night?"

He asked the question, but he did not want to hear what Zenia might say. He just wanted Fred to come and serve the dishes already.