CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO♡

Her little naked form tangled in the black sheets, her messy curls spread over his bare chest. Her lips were slightly parted as she snored quietly, her red cheeks and matching color hickeys proof of previous events.

Her lashes fanned softly against her cheeks, her chest rising and falling with the steady beating of her heart. Dark onyx eyes with traces of gold rims watched her, marking every curve, mole, dimple of her body. Little arms wrapped around his large form, her head against his chest, her lips grazing his skin. His greedy hands traced the curves of her waist and spine, loving how his fingertips buzzed and tickled with warmth and feeling. Momentarily his hands would weave through her curls, twisting and combing through them.

This was bliss, right here, in his arms. His sleeping bride was all he wanted, needed, craved and finally got.

On the floor beside the bed sat three empty plates of strawberry pie. Yes, his little kitten had won, like she always did. Heck he didn'