Chapter 2 - The Wedding Night (Continued)

By: GottaHurtHim

Rapunzel's body melted against his, her hand slipping down to his chest again, her fingers tracing the outline of his muscles with newfound confidence. She pressed closer, her body flush against his, and Eugene could feel the heat of her radiating through the thin layers of fabric between them.

His breath caught in his throat. Every inch of her felt alive, warm, and inviting. It was all-consuming—the softness of her skin, the way her body molded perfectly to his. The innocence of her touch, paired with the growing certainty in her movements, sent a shiver of desire through him, one that he barely managed to contain.

Eugene's hands roamed her body, tracing every curve and dip, learning her shape like it was the only thing that mattered. His fingers slipped beneath the delicate strap of her gown, pulling it down just an inch, testing. Rapunzel gasped softly, her breath warm against his lips as her fingers tangled deeper into the fabric of his shirt, clutching him closer. There was no hesitation now, just an intoxicating mix of curiosity and need.

"Eugene…" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement.

He paused, his forehead resting gently against hers, his breath coming in slow, deliberate waves as he fought to keep control. His hand stilled on her shoulder, the strap of her gown barely hanging on. He wanted to give her a moment, a chance to pull back if she needed to. But instead, her other hand found his, guiding it lower, down the curve of her waist to the swell of her hip.

He groaned softly at the feel of her beneath his hand, his thumb brushing over the silk of her gown as his fingers explored the soft, warm skin underneath. He could feel her breath hitch again, her chest rising and falling against his, and it took every ounce of self-restraint not to let his hands wander further.

His lips found hers again, this time with a bit more urgency. The kiss was deeper, more passionate, and the pace quickened, fueled by the heady mixture of their shared anticipation. Rapunzel responded eagerly, her body pressing into his, her fingers curling around the fabric of his shirt as if she couldn't get him close enough.

Flynn—no, Eugene—let out a shaky breath, his hands moving to cup her face as he kissed her with everything he had. He could feel her heart pounding against his chest, and the soft, desperate noises she made only fueled the fire inside him. He let one hand drift down, tracing the curve of her neck, his thumb brushing lightly over her pulse point, feeling the steady, rapid beat beneath her skin.

Rapunzel's hands slid down from his chest, her fingers fumbling at the buttons of his shirt. There was an eagerness in her movements now, a hunger that surprised even her. She pulled at the fabric with a little more confidence, her fingers trembling slightly as she worked each button free. The fabric parted under her touch, revealing the toned muscles beneath, and her breath caught at the sight of him.

Eugene smirked down at her, his eyes dark with desire. "You've got the hang of this," he teased, his voice low and rough.

Rapunzel blushed, her eyes flicking up to meet his, but there was no embarrassment in her expression—only determination. "I'm a fast learner," she murmured, her lips quirking into a soft smile as her hands continued their work.

Eugene's heart swelled at her words, at her bravery, and he couldn't help but be in awe of her. For someone who had spent most of her life locked away in a tower, she was fearless when it came to facing the unknown. And right now, that unknown was him, and she wasn't backing down.

His shirt slipped from his shoulders, falling to the floor in a crumpled heap, and Rapunzel's eyes widened as she took in the sight of him. Her hand moved slowly, hesitantly, tracing the lines of his chest, the hard muscles beneath her fingertips. Her touch was light, almost reverent, as if she was afraid to break the spell between them.

Eugene closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her hands on his skin. Her touch was soft, innocent, and yet there was a fire behind it that drove him wild. His hands found their way to her waist, tugging her gently closer until there was no space left between them. He kissed her again, more urgently this time, his lips capturing hers in a way that left no doubt about where this was headed.

Rapunzel moaned softly into the kiss, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, her nails grazing his skin in a way that sent shivers down his spine. She pressed against him, her body aligning with his, and he could feel every inch of her, every curve, every breath.

Eugene's hands moved to the small of her back, fingers brushing the edge of her gown where it clung to her hips. He tugged gently, feeling the fabric slip beneath his fingers, but he didn't pull it off completely. Not yet. He wanted to savor this, every second, every touch, every gasp that escaped her lips.

He pulled back slightly, his lips brushing hers as he whispered, "Are you sure?"

Rapunzel looked up at him, her eyes wide and filled with something he couldn't quite place—something beyond desire, beyond need. There was trust there, and something deeper, something that made his heart ache with the sheer intensity of it.

"I'm sure," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing. Her hands slipped down to his waist, her fingers lingering at the waistband of his trousers as she smiled up at him, that same determined look in her eyes.

Eugene nodded, his throat tight with emotion as he gently pushed the strap of her gown off her other shoulder. The fabric slipped down her arms, pooling at her waist, revealing the soft curves of her body beneath. He swallowed hard, his eyes drinking in the sight of her, his fingers trembling slightly as he reached out to touch her.

She was beautiful. More beautiful than he had ever imagined. And as his hands roamed her body, as his lips found her skin again, he knew that this was more than just physical. This was something deeper, something that had been building between them for months, years even.

His hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over the soft skin, eliciting another gasp from her lips. She leaned into him, her body arching against his touch, her fingers digging into his shoulders as if she was afraid to let go. The sound of her breathless moans sent a wave of desire crashing over him, but he held himself back, wanting to savor every moment, every touch.

Rapunzel's hands slid down his chest again, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, exploring every inch of him with a newfound confidence. She pressed closer, her lips brushing his neck, her breath hot against his skin.

Eugene groaned softly, his hands slipping lower, tracing the curve of her waist as he pulled her even closer. He could feel the heat of her body against his, the way her skin seemed to burn beneath his touch, and it was driving him wild.

But still, he held back. He wanted this to last. He wanted her to feel safe, to feel the same overwhelming connection that he did. Eugene's hand slid up her back again, slow and deliberate, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. The gown continued to slip down, the fabric barely clinging to her hips as it threatened to fall away completely.

Rapunzel's breath hitched again, her lips parting as she pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Her eyes were wide, shimmering in the dim candlelight, but there was no fear in them now. Instead, there was something deeper—trust, anticipation, and a hunger she hadn't known she possessed until this moment. Her hands drifted down to his waist, her fingers brushing the edge of his trousers with a boldness that surprised them both.

Eugene's breath caught in his throat at the touch, and he felt a surge of heat course through him, his body reacting instinctively to her closeness, her touch. His lips curved into a half-smile, the familiar, teasing Flynn Rider grin slipping into place for a moment. "You're sure you've never done this before?" he whispered, his voice low and rough, as if teasing her could somehow ease the intense sensations running through both of them.

Rapunzel blushed, a shy smile tugging at her lips, but her hands didn't falter. "I've… heard things," she whispered back, her voice soft and breathy. "From the tavern, remember?"

Eugene chuckled, the sound rough in his throat as he leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead. "Ah yes, the tavern. Of course." His lips trailed down to her temple, brushing over her skin as he whispered, "You must've been listening very closely."

Her soft giggle filled the air between them, but it quickly faded as his lips moved lower, trailing a line of slow, deliberate kisses along the curve of her jaw, down the side of her neck. Rapunzel shivered at the contact, her hands tightening on his waist as she leaned into him, her body practically humming with anticipation.

The fabric of her gown finally gave way, slipping from her hips and pooling at her feet in a soft heap of lavender silk. Rapunzel gasped softly as the cool air touched her exposed skin, her body instinctively pressing closer to Eugene for warmth. His hands were there, steady and reassuring, guiding her closer, holding her as if she was the most precious thing in the world. To him, she was.

Eugene took a step back, just enough to admire her, his eyes roaming her body with a mixture of awe and desire. "You're…" he started, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the words. He'd seen beautiful things in his life—treasures beyond imagination, sunsets over far-off lands, even the lights of the kingdom that had once seemed like the pinnacle of beauty. But nothing compared to this. To her.

Rapunzel's blush deepened under his gaze, and she bit her lip, her hands moving to cover herself instinctively. "Is it… am I…?"

"You're perfect," Eugene interrupted, his voice low and filled with certainty. He reached out, taking her hands in his and gently pulling them away. "Don't hide from me. You're… everything."

His words seemed to steady her, and Rapunzel's hands fell to her sides, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. She took a small step toward him, her bare feet brushing against the cool floor as she closed the distance between them. Her hands found his chest again, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles with more confidence now, more purpose.

Eugene's breath hitched at her touch, his pulse quickening as her fingers explored his body, her hands moving lower, brushing against the waistband of his trousers again. He groaned softly, his hand slipping around her waist, pulling her flush against him, the heat of her body searing into him in a way that made his mind go blank for a moment.

His lips found hers again, harder this time, more urgent. The kiss was hungry, filled with a need that had been building between them for far too long. Rapunzel responded in kind, her hands sliding around his waist, her fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of his trousers, testing, exploring. The contact made him shudder, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts as he fought to keep control.

"Rapunzel…" he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. There was no hesitation in her gaze now, only trust, and something more—something deeper, more primal. She was ready. They both were.

Her hands slipped lower, tugging at his trousers, and Eugene let out a shaky breath as he helped her, the fabric sliding down his legs in one fluid motion. He kicked them aside, his body now fully exposed to her, and for a brief moment, the only sound in the room was their shared breathing, the soft rustle of fabric on the floor, and the crackling of the fire in the hearth.

Rapunzel's eyes flicked over him, wide and curious, but she didn't look away. Instead, she took a deep breath, her lips parting as her hands moved to rest on his chest once again, her touch feather-light but filled with intent. Her fingers traced the lines of his muscles, exploring every inch of him with a mixture of fascination and awe.

Eugene watched her, his heart pounding in his chest as he fought to stay grounded, to keep his control. But it was hard—so incredibly hard—when she was looking at him like that, touching him like that.

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