as they accepted their new world. Layke had expected some animosity between the avalonions and the su

dding. It was drama neither Layke nor Belle needed that day and with Belle having h

ed. Belle had put the feelings the kiss created in a locked box inside her mind, de

pped bickering like fire and ice, they wouldn’t have that issue again. Of course, deep in his mind, Layke knew being able to go thro

e to the guests who were watching. Many guests had questions about the honeymoon, and thanks to Belle’s quick thinking, they had managed

head off to bed. Belle couldn’t help but feel as though this moment was bittersweet. She was relieved to finally give up th

uld finally take those feet killers off. She stood in front of her mirror as she bega

d to Layke, who was currently removing his cufflink

arrowed his eyes at his wife, quirking

his direction. “Not like that!” She scolde

asking, but he wasn’t sure what he had been wanting her to ask either. With a sharp nod, Lay

the mirror as he slowly started to unlace her corset, causing her to quickly avert her gaze. There was something

ve a similar effect on her as hers did on him. It was something he couldn’t explain, something that drew him closer to her, mu

to the sound of one another’s heartbeats pacing at a dangerous speed. Layke didn’t know how long the

ce fall from his hand as he ran his fing

r composure. “Thanks..” she mutter

such a pointless moment. He found peace in the fact that as of tomorrow, they would be able to keep as much space

concerned. Layke felt the colour drain from his face as Belle returned from the bathroom, wearing nothi

d been sent from hell directly to mess with him. “Belle,” he g

rgued. “If you want to lace up my dress again so I can g

r best friend had laid out for her to wear. Well, first she wanted to go and kick Immi’s ass, then she wanted the ground to

e-looking. She was lithe and sinuous with gently and perfectly curved hips, shapely, toned legs and a gorgeous set of breasts. It had become clear to him now that he had seriously underestimated the

elle was going to

he heat in his eyes as he stared at her, so much so that she had to suck in her breath. She couldn’t deny that she liked

er, hard enough for the colour to drain, before starring out the window as he unbuttone

is pants to subdue. He needed to sleep off his frustration before he did something he could end up regrettin

’t like anything she had seen before. All muscle and power, but not in that over-the-top way with veins popping out like she was used to

path along that golden skin from the top of his throat to way beyond what was benea

ng.” He retorted. “What does it look l

fine sofa over there.” Belle quipped, not trus

ep on it.” Lay

yes. “That’s not ver

er ear, slightly nibbly on her earlobe. “I never claimed to be a gentleman, Belle.” The steel gruffness

earning a laugh from Layk

ng to be a l