"You may now kiss the bride,"
That was another invitation Silas did not need to be offered twice. Although, he didn't have to pull her in. Arabella did so on her own.
Both leaned forward so that their lips could touch.
A sweet tinge slipped through to his mouth as soon as they connected. The lip paint that had been used on her having, null doubt, been made out of a fruit or flower that yielded that sort of taste.
So warm and soft they were that he wished to suck on them. However, Silas assumed doing so in front of an audience wouldn't have pleased his wife and so refrained from the action.
The passion was there, the longing too. The couple had shut their eyes to bask in each other's essences without any external distraction.
They kept sweet and maintained contact until the second round of thundering applause exploded in the hall.
