Breeding My Husband's Bride: Ruined On Our Wedding Night

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and aged whiskey disappeared. Liora sat beside her husband, her body still buzzing from Kael's filthy whisper

er, was drin

his own jokes, his usually sharp blue eyes glazing over. By the time the

roughly as they were ushered toward the private elevator that le

f romance-rose petals scattered across the massive king bed, soft golden lighting, a bottle of chilled champagne wa

etting it pool at her feet like spilled cream. Beneath it, she wore the sheer white lingerie she had chosen specifically for tonight-del

Nipples visibly hard against the transparent lace. Her long dark

again, biting her lip. Ton

bed, shirt half-unbuttoned, tie loosened. He looked up at her, hi

muttered. "You

nd whiskey-sour. His hands pawed at her breasts for a few seconds-mechanical

whispered, ho

nore ans

cold. Bla

fully, desperate for touch, for friction, for anything. She was soaking wet, her tiny thong ruined

his shoulder. "Si

th

xpensive, seductive lingerie-designed to be ripped off, not ignored. The man who had just married her lay sno

the deep, empty ache. Her hand drifted down her stomach, h

hought bitterly. Not

night air kissed her heated skin as she stepped outside, wrapping her arms aroun

ly against the lace. Her clit

as ma

was

still un

horny than she had

nd her complete ruin-was already watch