A split second of silence passed, then two, before Luther's hoarse voice cut through the air. "You have a promise to fulfill, don't you?" His eyes were dancing with a wild amusement, but the deep, ragged breath he took told a different story.
As I looked down at his lips, all the memories from that day flooded back: the feel of his body against mine, the thrill of our forbidden tryst, and the absolute raw pleasure of his touch. I leaned in, and Luther immediately met me with a passionate, devouring kiss. His hands, so sure and possessive, wandered under my wedding dress, his fingers deliberately teasing my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Just as things were about to get heated, there was a sharp, insistent knock on the door.
"Sir, the family is holding a meeting and they'
