Damon slid the ring onto her finger. Lirae blinked rapidly, biting her lip, a smile struggling to break through her shock. "Then it's done," she whispered.
Damon stood up, and he saw the woman look at him expectantly. He knew what he had to do now. He gulped and placed his hands on her shoulder, leaning forward to take her lips.
Lirae's eyes widened, breath catching for a heartbeat, but she didn't pull away. As Damon's lips met hers, soft and deliberate, she let herself be entranced in the moment. She closed her eyes, melded into the kiss, and the blush across her cheeks deepened.
Meanwhile, Damon's brain was in a fritz. Should he go for the tongue? Too soon? His fingers itched for a little bit of action, and his little general was alarmingly very erect. What was he supposed to do when a peerless beauty threw herself at him? He was not a fucking saint or enunch!
