No other sounds filled the room except for the grunts and moans leaving Layne and Heaven’s mouth. He spotted the dress she wore for the wedding lying near the bedroom door in a crumpled mess. He would never forget the way the fabric fit every curve of her body or how good she looked when she removed the dress, flung it behind her, and climbed onto his lap.
As he gazed up at Heaven, a certain miraculous awe came over him. How did he get so lucky to be bound to someone like her? She was beautiful, intelligent, and compassionate. She loved with all her heart. Everything about her called to his soul.
The fire deep within him came to life as she gyrated her hips and rode him on the edge of the bed. He gripped her shoulders and held her in place, desperate to feel her depths each time she rock
