The room was quiet except for their breathing and the soft sound of fabric sliding across skin.
Deucalion had Aria pressed against the large bed that had been prepared for the ceremony. Her formal dress was already pushed down to her waist, the top half hanging open. His mouth covered hers in a deep, hungry kiss while one of his large hands slid between her thighs.
Aria moaned softly into his mouth as his fingers found her.
He rubbed her slowly at first, circling the sensitive bud with his thumb before pushing two thick fingers inside. He curled them against the spot that made her hips lift toward him, seeking more.
“Deucalion…” she whispered against his lips, her voice already unsteady.
He kissed her harder and moved his mouth down the side of her neck, biting lightly as he went. His
