Rowan leaned his head down and crashed his lips directly onto hers.
It was not a gentle, polite kiss like the one they had shared in the church. It was entirely fierce, deeply passionate, and completely overwhelming. All the tension of the long week, all the careful, strict rules of society, and all the waiting completely vanished in a single, sudden burst of heat.
Rowan raised his large hands. He gripped her waist firmly through the thin, soft white cotton of her nightgown. He pulled her flush against his solid body.
Delaney let out a soft, surprised sigh that melted instantly into a quiet moan directly against his mouth.
She did not pull away. She completely welcomed him. She raised her own hands quickly. She grabbed the dark lapels of his coat, holding onto him exactly as if he were the only solid thing in the entire world. She kissed him back with equal, burning hunger.
Rowan did not break the deep kiss. Instead, he did something more.
