“We fail at the lift, I become your servant. We succeed . . .” He pressed and dragged his thumbs along the curve of her hip bones, tugging her close by the skirt of the wedding dress. “What?” she said, though he could only read her lips as he looked down at them from above. She must have been whispering. “I give you a proper wedding night,” he said. She huffed an incredulous laugh. “Pretty sure that’s a prize for you.” He brought his mouth to her ear and felt his own eyelids grow heavy at the waft of her scent. “No lies detected. I’m gonna love going down on you, princess.”
