Mature content.
Zayne loosened his hold of Rose's hands, watching to see what she would do if he gave her an escape. There was a faint scent of flowers mixed with something else that lingered on her skin. If not for the hours that had gone by since she was prepared for the wedding, he would have the full experience of how she was carefully prepared.
Zayne couldn't have waited for the process to be done all over again.
"Zayne, I should wash up first," Rose said, knowing parts of her had to be sweaty from wearing the dress for so many hours.
It only registered now that his mouth was on her body that she should have cleaned up first.
Rose felt his hand back caging her hands again.
"You don't need to," Zayne replied.
He took his time leaving a trail of kisses from her neck to between the valley of her breasts. Rose tasted sweet to him.
The little things that concerned her weren't on his mind.
