Caspian reached out for her nape, shoving her veil up to her nose before their lips clashed with a demanding swirl of tongue, biting, and molding of each other’s lips. He was cold and wet against her, and with their closeness, she was beginning to be in the same state. Caspian took care of it by unbuttoning the gown from the back, making it loosen until it had completely fallen to the floor ground. Left only with her shift, her heart was beating fast against her chest, anticipating his next move but also contemplating on whether she should continue this and go further than what they’ve done earlier.
“Join me,” he said, pulling away to see her face. “The water’s warm. You would like it.”
Although the ride from the house to the river was brief, the temperature had dropped since it’s alread
