trange, coiling heat spread through her limbs, making her skin feel too tight, her mouth dry as dust

n. A tall, dark silhouette stood

Derek. Her husband. A wave of revulsio

rred it this way, without the jarring intrusion of electric lights. The scent hit him fir

m some overzealous business associate. His hand w

ugh the floor-to-ceiling windows, spilled across the s

art st

Beau

doing here?

the soft, distressed moan that escaped her lips.

e of her wedding dress, her movements clumsy. The delicat

reached out, his intention clinical-to che

in, she sighed and latched onto his hand, pressing it to her

t, of seeking comfort from him, shat

sessive need for this specific girl, erupted like a volcano. He

s soul, screamed

a raw rasp in the darkne

nly knew the figure looming over her was the m

..." she

, acted as a catalyst. It li

r of his being screamed at him to w

d his lip

le ripped off his bow tie. He'd expect

und a woman as

low, her hair fanned across the sheets. He assumed it

escaped him. What

ide couldn't even stay conscious for the wedding night. Fine. She

ught took roo

his own act