Even in his strong hand hers trembled. In fact her whole body shook like a leaf. When he kissed her Selene bit back a sob. Her hands cupped his face, fingers sliding through the thick mutton chops. The gorgeous ring that told the world she was taken by this perfect man sparkled on her finger.
Gasping for breath she rest her forehead against his chin. "What if I am no good at this, Logan? At being your....wife?" That was the strangest word she had ever uttered about herself. Yet it was a very real fear. She had many skills, was being someone's wife one of them?
He wanted her to be his wife. For better or worse, until his death do they part. The only other person who had wanted her for all eternity had been Viktor, in the end it was because she had been his precious map.
She began to unlace the tight corset that snuggly held her body. Every time her fingers moved and the ring caught the light from the candles she smiled.
His wife.
Letting the untied, stained garment fall away she was left in nothing but the sheer blouse and frilly knickers.