Raven
Richard's room was magnificent—nothing like our contemporary-designed penthouse bedroom. It screamed luxury and old money. It was spacious, with a sitting area. The bed was massive. I could imagine all we could do there. It had a dresser, a walk-in closet, and a balcony. It was a room fit for a king.
"Wow," I said, sitting at the foot of the bed.
"I changed the mattress and the sheets," he pointed out, making me laugh.
Approaching me, he pulled me up until I was on my feet, then held me close and kissed me. His kiss was deep and reassuring. I ran my fingers through his hair, wanting more.
He placed me on the bed and admired me. He is always captivated by me. I prayed he would always look at me this way.
"I think we should bless this bed," he teased, and I chuckled.
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