Chapter 144

• Call me a lewd whore or silly weirdo, but the next one hour, he spent it punishing me greatly _if I'm allowed to hardly call it that_considering I had moaned throughout and begged for more.
• By the time we were both spent and sprawled on the bed, our chests still heaving from passionate exhaustion, I could proudly say I couldn't remember any oddity from earlier that evening. The only thing my fight mind could keep then was the presence of the spent man beside me, whose arm came about my waist and in one yank, had me against his chest, and of course, the sparkling gold band shrouded around my wedding finger__ The sweetest of it all.
• Some minutes later, I don't know who slept off first but the next time I opened my eyes, morning light poured in through the draperies which during the marshaling out of his punishment and my fete of it the night before, we had left open.