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.