Page 749 of Hell Hath No Fury
“I thought I was back in my apartment, and that I dreamed today.”
“That would be one helluva dream.”
“Mhm. You didn’t think I would sleep through our wedding night, did you?”
“It crossed my mind. You were snoring pretty loud.”
She scowls and I raise my hands in surrender.
“Okay, not really. You were sleeping like a gentle princess, and I couldn’t bear to wake you. Is that better?”
“Much.”
“If you aren’t ready to sleep, what should we do on our wedding night, gentle princess?”
Ever the problem-solver, Elizabeth taps her chin thoughtfully. “I think we should finish the day with a hard fuckfollowed by romantic lovemaking, a shower, then dessert.” So, we do.
Later, as I watch her in the dim moonlight stealing between the drapes, my gaze falls on the gleaming band on her finger, and I dream about our future.
I have no doubt she’ll accomplish every single thing she puts her mind to. The people we work with see Elizabeth Stone and think that she’s driven. It’s true; she is, and she’s so much more.
She’s perfectly human, and when she stumbles and needs a steadying hand, or a good fuck, or laughter over pizza and beer, I’ll be here. She’s mine—to protect, to cherish, and to keep—for as long as we both shall live.
