//CLARA//
Casimir's mouth were instantly on mine and the world fell away.
The kiss deepened, swallowed the air from my lungs, and when I opened my eyes again, we were no longer standing by the door. He had walked me backward without my noticing, his hands firm on my waist, his mouth never leaving mine.
The Bird of the Sea cut through the dark water with grace. Inside the master suite, the mahogany walls groaned softly, and the scent of expensive tobacco and salt air hung heavy in the dim light.
I was still in my wedding finery, though the veil had long since been discarded.
His hand lifted, fingers curling around the back of my neck. His tongue forced its way past my lips, tasting of the whiskey he'd drunk at the reception.
