"This."
Draven's mouth found hers again, and this time there was no holding back. No control. No fear of his shadows hurting her. He kissed her like a man dying of thirst who'd finally found water, and she responded with equal hunger.
The wedding dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in just a thin silk chemise. Draven's hands roamed over her body, mapping every curve, every soft place. His touch left trails of heat in its wake.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he breathed against her throat. "How hard it's been to keep my hands off you?"
"Show me." Elaria's hands went to his jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. "Stop holding back. I want all of you."
He lifted her easily, carrying her to the massive bed. The shadows around them thickened, creating a cocoon of darkness that
