Candace
The door swung open, and my cousin walked in looking remarkably healthy for someone who had been carried out of the reception three hours ago.
Deidre's honey brown hair spilled loose around her shoulders, her silk robe sliding off one collarbone in a way that was anything but accidental.
Her eyes skimmed over my naked, cuffed, body spread across my own wedding bed and she giggled.
"Oh." She latched onto Ryker. "You started without me."
"Get these off me." I yanked at the cuffs hard enough to feel them bite. "Ragnor, please I beg you."
He didn't look at me. Instead, he extended a hand to her instead. "Come here, sweet girl."
She drifted to him and his lips crashed down on hers with the kind of hunger I'd only ever read about in stolen books beneath my covers.
His hand slid inside her robe, cupping her breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple until she moaned into his mouth. I could see his tongue. I could see the wet flash of it between her lips.
