He left her laying there and rolled off the bed and her brow knitted together in confusion. “What the hell Nick? Where are you going?”
“Trust your husband. I told you, I want to explore my new wife’s body. I want to see how you taste, feel, and how you react. You have magical fae and witch blood in your veins now,” his eyes were devious as he grinned at her from the bedside where he wrestled with the bouquet of roses to pull one long stemmed one out. He tossed it next to her on the bed, grinning when she lifted it to her nose to inhale the perfumed aroma. Then he walked toward a wine bucket she’d not noticed when they’d first entered the room and pulled the bucket of wine out and left it on a table but carried the ice back to the bed.
“What are you doing with that?” she’d been watching h
