The last guest had barely cleared the grand staircase when Egon slipped away from the lingering crowd. His heart hammered against his ribs, cock already half-hard beneath the formal trousers from the single whispered sentence Noella had breathed against his ear during the feast.
"Midnight. Nuptial chamber. Come alone. We changed our minds."
He moved through the shadowed corridors like a man hunted by his own desire. The punishment was supposed to start at sunrise, not tonight.
So here he was, heading toward the one room he had been ordered to avoid.
The double doors stood slightly ajar. Candlelight spilled into the hallway in warm golden bars.
Egon pushed them open.
Vienna and Noella waited on the enormous bed.
Both still wore their wedding gowns, but the heavy outer layers had been discarded.
