My Husband Is An Open Book
When Zachary caught my lower lip between his own, a tingling numbness spread through half my body.
“Mmph… release me…”
Though my words were meant as a refusal, they emerged in a voice so soft and breathless that I barely recognized it as my own.
“Zachary, stop kissing me… I feel terribly warm. What is happening to me?”
Zachary gave no reply. Without warning, he lifted me into his arms.
Startled, I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck as his voice, low and almost hypnotic, brushed against my ear.
“Let us not sleep in separate beds tonight. Harriet, judging by the strength of the highly potent perfume, my father seems rather eager for us to consummate the marriage. How could we possib