Kiss The Bride

Gasps and screams filled the room. Not because it was the first time they have seen the groom kissing the bride. But it was the cursed duke kissing a painted wife. 

How he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. It could have been a simple chaste kiss but he made it passionate. By leaning and sucking her lips, by entering into her lips and exploring her. He was not worried about her picking up the pace since she had been married once. She had been with another man. 

But he was surprised to see she was sloppy. She did not know what to do with his tongue and stood there frozen.

He finally let go of her and looked into her eyes. His face had traces of black shade that was smeared on her face. Her hands instinctively moved to his face and touched the stained part of his face.

"Look what you have done." she sighed only to bring a grin on his face.