In the darkness of the night Marcus awoke, his head fuzzy and his throat dry. When he tried to move, he noticed for the first time that Bridgett was nestled against him. Looking down at her in the soft glow of the fireplace, Marcus was struck by how beautiful she really was.
He saw no trace of her grandfather when he looked at her, only a small, delicate woman, a beautiful woman, a woman in his arms, his wife. Slowly, he lowered his head and kissed her, his lips exploring her softness.
In her sleep, Bridgett responded, opening her mouth and welcoming his probing tongue. With a moan of desire, Marcus cupped her breast in his hand and began working the n****e between his fingertips until it stood, aching for more.
Awakening to this new and wonderful feeling, Bridgett threaded her fingers
