Page 123 of Scarlet Sins

“You may kiss the bride,” the celebrant says, “again.”

And I do, our first one in our new chapter.

Her mouth is warm and welcoming, and as her tongue slides over mine, it’s full of promises of what waits for us tonight. I slide my arm around her, pulling her close, and suddenly I want to blow off the dinner and dancing and drag her to our honeymoon cottage and fuck her senseless, spend days like I planned, worshipping her, but I want to do it now.

Erin pulls back slightly, and her laughing blue eyes meet mine. It’s like she can read my mind.

“No way, Demyan. They’ll kill us.”

“If you know what I want, you want it, too.”

The scent of roses grows strong as she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me again. “Because I want it too. Oh, the things I plan to do with you…”

“Do tell… or show…”

She laughs again. “Demyan, I promise you the night of your life after we’ve celebrated with everyone, including Sasha.”

“Fuck. Okay.”

But I’m not miffed. I pick Sasha up as we head back to the resort. The whole place has been transformed into a perfect fairy-tale ending. Flickering lanterns in the gardens that overlook the ocean, with tables set up and room to dance.

Even the pool glows with floating lights beyond its childproof gating.

We sit and eat, the laughter and conversation that flows almost negates my need for her now.

But she’s so fucking gorgeous, with the light in her hair, and even the ice-blue sapphire and diamond comb in her hair turns me on because it exposes her elegant neck.

I can see the light bruise I left when I sucked on a spot last night.

She adjusts Sasha’s napkin, but he’s wearing his dinner because he’s two. And I slide a hand up her thigh under the table, making her jump.

There’s lobster and seafood, lamb and chicken. And mac and cheese that Sasha’s demolishing.

“Demyan,” she whispers, batting my hand away, “behave.”

“Fuck no.” I grin at her. “Where’s the fun in that?”

But as much as I want my wife, I’m happy that my family and friends are here.

When Erin gets up to go to the bathroom, I seize the opportunity and follow her. The moment she steps out in the quiet of the resort’s main building, I take her hand and pull her back in, kissing her hard, devouring her.

Christ, she’s so fucking delicious. I lift my head and push her into the door of the bathroom. “You’re so fuckingirresistible, Erin. All I can think of is ripping off that dress and fucking you senseless.”

“Really,” she breathes.

I kiss a path along her exposed throat. “Really, I want to pleasure you for hours.”

She bites her lip and gazes at me. “How is five minutes?”

“I can do five minutes.”

“It has to last you through the rest of dinner and the evening ahead. You have to then wait until we’re in our honeymoon cottage.”

“I can,” I say, lifting her and dumping her on the marble vanity, “do that.”

Stepping away for a moment, I flick the lock on the door, then come back to her, shoving her dress up over her thighs and around her waist.

I look down.

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