Epilogue
Orla
Six months later
Breathless, I clung to my husband’s shoulders as he thrust into me so hard that the bed shook each time. It was the night of our honeymoon, and we’d taken the top floor of the castle as our suite for the night.
Consummating the marriage, we made love with more than one mission that night. Now that we’d committed to a future together, starting a family was our top priority. Making each other happy was a close second.
Perhaps it was the nursery that had already been set up in the cottage that made us feel such an urgency to fill it with our first baby. We were prepared to make love like rabbits until we became pregnant. And I was overjoyed at the idea.
Warner’s lips pressed against the side of my neck, then he grazed his teeth down, leaving a trail of lav
