A second later, he kissed her, a lush, long, breathtaking kiss. His hands tore through the cords holding her wrists, and he undid the ones teasing her quim.
“Now, can we go to the wedding?” she breathed. “Though I do have one more surprise for you, Raven.”
He looked so surprised, she giggled. “I am
enceinte
, Raven. We are going to have a child.”
He closed his eyes and rocked back. Then he grinned. And let out a whoop of joy. He drew her into his arms, lifting her off the bed, and spun her around.
“I never believed I could be so happy,” he whispered against her ear.
“Nor I. Now, we must hurry. We have a wedding to attend.”
“The next one will be ours. Ophelia, my love, my heart will be bound with yours for eternity.”
He kissed her again, and Ophelia knew her dress and hair were going to be done rather hastily for the wedding, for all she wanted to do was make love to her fiancé.
Again and again and again.