Taking his hand in hers she lead them down the sandy shore. Her other hand reached up and plucked the gem encrusted flowers from her hair, sending the curls spilling down her back.
Turning around, the skirt of her dress held up in her free hand, she walked backwards, never taking her eyes from his.
"Tell me your thoughts, husband." Her smile grew with each word until it consumed her pale lips. She did not want to bite him, yet, she wanted to hear his voice. The one that had uttered words to set fire to her heart.