Somewhere amidst the hungry kisses and greedy groping, he manages to slip the ring onto my finger before tossing the box aside. And then I’m lifted in his arms just to be tumbled back onto the bed—which, to my delight, is covered with the softest rose petals.
Demyen only pulls away so he can shrug off his suit jacket and toss it aside. I take that moment to kick off my heels and try to sit up. But he flashes me a very delicious, wicked grin and grabs my ankles, lifts them to his face, and presses a kiss to the inside of each.
And then we both hear a loud tear in the skirt of my evening dress when he pushes my legs apart.
“Oops!” I laugh, reaching for his tie to tug him closer.
“I could slow down,” he offers. “Take things slow. Gentle. Romantic.” He kisses me between each word as I work
