Caroline tilted up to his kiss, but when they started again they both moved away. But then he was back again, his hands around her waist, his mouth hungry against her own. This was nothing like the stolen kisses of their courtship. Or rather it was in that he was kissing her and she could feel his love in it, but the hunger was something he had always held back. She was greedy, wanting that hungry, enjoying the feel of being wanted, the warmth of his hands through the fabric was slight, but the pressure was there.

And so it went until they reached the hotel, kissing and a carriage that moved a few yards at a time. By the time Caroline and Evander had arrived she was disheveled and much less nervous about their wedding night. She gave him a sheepish smile as the carriage ground to a stop in front of the hotel and a footman stepped up to the door. "Well, that was one way to pass the time." She teased him, her cheeks warm, as well as other unmentionable parts of her. The thought of that made her blush and try to sit up more primly. But surely she could be given some leniency, it was her wedding after all and they were in Paris of all places. That said, she still patted her hair to make sure she was somewhat presentable for the walk to their rooms.