Primrose didn't even have the chance to open her mouth when Edmund touched her lips with his. She tilted her head, touching his cheek once she was sure that her husband would never drop her.
Her whole body melted into his arms. Their lips moved together slowly, gently, as if they were made to fit just right. His scent filled her senses, a blend of vanilla and aged wine that made her feel lightheaded, almost drunk.
She parted her lips, letting him kiss her deeper and sucking her lower lip, then her upper, over and over again.
Her evening robe slipped off her shoulders and fell to the floor, leaving her in only a soft, light pink nightgown with long, loose sleeves.
She hadn't worn a corset tonight. She only planned to walk around the palace before bed, and the thick robe had covered everything well enough.
Her nightgown wasn't see-through, but the fabric was thin. Therefore, when Edmund touched her, it felt like he was touching her bare skin.
