Lucan grinned as he kept sucking on the tip of her finger. His mouth opened slightly and Maris's breathing turned a bit heavy. His dark eyes locked onto her as he gave her finger one last suck. Setting the cake down, they kissed passionately.
Maris's knees felt a little weak, and he held her close to him, his lips exploring her neck and shoulders.
Gently, Lucan pulled the veil out of her hair and set it on the couch as they passed by it on their way to the bedroom. In the privacy of the room, they continued to kiss. Maris ran her hands down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, button by button. His bottom lip quivered as he caressed her curves. Quickly, Maris slid his jacket and shirt off his shoulders and let them fall into a rumpled pile on the floor.
