Claiming His Wedding Night

He drew away from her, his eyes softening. ‘Me too.’ Lowering his mouth, he brushed his lips across hers. ‘Did I tell you that I love you, Mrs King?’

His hands moved over her waist, sliding under the shirt, warm palms touching her bare skin, and she felt her heart start to race.

‘Yes, you did.’ She closed her eyes. ‘But tell me again.’

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