He had gotten used to the idea of a lot of things since since this adventure of becoming human had started, but Hattie's hands on him was not one of those things. He closed his eyes while she undressed him, drinking in the feelings of her hands on his body, caressing his skin.
He managed not to smile; the giddy feelings of earlier had been replaced by the muzzy contentment of near-drunkenness and building desire. He was ready for her before she even pulled him closer, the kiss sealing the deal.
His wife. He was married, and Hattie - Lady Catherine - was his wife. He was determined to be the husband, the man, that she deserved. That she could count on.
He fell gently into the bed with her and held her close, kissing her slowly, nuzzling the tender skin below her ear, running his hands along her curves. She was his wife. Their first time together as a married couple should be special indeed.