Damon's POV

“You know, Emily, in medieval times, a couple had to consummate their marriage in front of all the wedding guests, just to make sure no one backs out after the wedding.” I said.

“Yeah, but there's no wedding and no guests here, just me trying to put something on.” She replied.

“I know that.” I said. Looking away, not because her cheeks were terribly red with embarrassment, but also because I wanted to give myself some sense of suspense.

“Damon, please just go back and wait for me on the bed.” She chuckled nervously.

I heeded this time, for both our sakes.

“Was that so hard?” She asked...