The room fell quiet again, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.
Celeste Grant, sitting beside Javier Sinclair, leaned against him and gazed down. With a small smile, she bent to place a soft kiss on his lips. "You're just so wonderful, Husband," she whispered as she pulled back. "I couldn't help but kiss you."
An arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her gently but firmly. She found herself sprawled on top of him. His lips crashed down on hers, domineering and intense.
The kiss ended.
His fingers gently caressed the long hair on her shoulder.
Celeste Grant blushed.
"You demon, you kiss so hard."
"Celeste Grant."
"What?"
"I..." He leaned close to her ear, his voice a low whisper. "...want to be on you so badly I could die."
Celeste Grant froze for a moment, then slapped her hand over his mouth. "Is this the kind of thing I'm allowed to hear without a premium subscription? Shut your mouth. Not another word."
