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husband and wife . . . It had been amazing. More than amazing. Mind-blowing. He’d never

experienced such lovemaking before. Sex had always just been sex. A physical act of pleasure

between two parties.

It really did make a difference to be married, to give himself completely to another person even as

she gave herself to him. He’d never think of it as “just sex” ever again, at least not with Sabrina. His

bride. His beloved. His wife.

Hell, he didn’t even like the idea of being with someone else. Why have a sex slave when he

could make love to Sabrina?

He shoved the thought out of his mind. He’d have to deal with that, eventually, but not now. Now

was the time to savor his bride’s presence.

It was almost dinner time, but he didn’t want to move. He wanted to lay with Sabrina here

forever.

He’d made a reservation at a hotel on Martha’s Vineyard for the next couple of days so they had

time to themselves before returning to the grind of normal life. Sabrina had to be back Thursday for

performances. After Nutcracker, he decided, they would have a much longer honeymoon—

somewhere warm with an enormous bed they could stay in all day.

He kissed Sabrina’s head. His heart swelled in his chest with love for her. Yes, he’d loved her

before but now it seemed barely containable. He wanted to go to the top of the Manor and shout to the

world how much he loved this woman.

He smiled and rolled his eyes at himself. Who knew he could be such a sap?

The urge to pee struck, and he reluctantly pulled his arm out from beneath Sabrina. She gave a soft

grunt but didn’t wake.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed and then stopped mid-rise as something on his nightstand

caught his eye.

A small ring with a sharp edge.

He closed his eyes, remembering what he’d forgotten. Blood was necessary to bond. He’d been

so consumed with Sabrina, the instructions Richard had given him had flown out of his mind.

He silently cursed his slipped memory. How could he have forgotten?

He glanced over at Sabrina and sighed. He’d argued with Richard about hurting her, but the older

man had assured him she would barely notice.

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