The veil she’d worn came completely loose from her hair as he lifted her, and kissed her, and she put her arms around his neck with a brilliant smile. She was guiltily grateful that Rafael was nowhere to be seen as Isaac carried her into his house, and busy fingers set to work on the buckles and ties of his armour even before he set her down.
As they finally entered their home and he used his leg to kick the door shut, Isaac lowered her to the ground and pressed his lips to hers once more, his eyes softening. “I need to feel your skin against mine…is that alright, Summer?”
Her eyes went dark, and she shuddered slightly at his words. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. She kissed him again, for good measure, and laced her fingers in his to drag him to the bedroom. She didn’t waste any time once there, either, unlacing her sleeves. She had to stop, slightly frustrated, when she realised the gown laced up the back, though.