Catherine, quietly sliding out of the bed, gazed wistfully at the handsome curve of her husband’s muscular torso stretched so comfortably across the bed. The features of his chiseled face were relaxed in sleep, and she had to fight the urge to crawl back into the bed and forget about what she had planned to do with the rest of this night. Determined to go through with it, though, she padded softly across the floor and hastily dressed herself. It had been a magical night, making love in the golden glow of the fire, thrilling at the sensations he wrought in her, losing herself as his tender touch and powerful body brought her time and time again to a point of ecstasy--to a wild and pulsing place surely not far from heaven itself. And unlike the other nights when they would playfully argue, barter, and bargain over everything and anything--before losing themselves in their frenzied passion--this night had been the most peaceful they’d ever shared. She’d needed assurance; he’d given her tenderness.
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