He'd dreamed he was back in that cell with that bastard Toki outside the bars telling him all about what he'd done to Sharon. His heart still pounded as he looked up at the white ceiling and began to take deep breaths. He was free. It was over. He rolled to his side to look around the room, needing more confirmation he was not in that cell. Instantly, his gaze zoned in on his precious Bride. Still fast asleep, lying beside him—right where she belonged. She'd kicked off the sheets as she'd slept and now lay sprawled out on her back. He released his breath in a long, drawn out sigh. Damn, she was beautiful. His thoughts immediately went in a happier direction as he gently pushed her hair away from her face. He grinned as pride swelled within him. There on her neck was his bite mark, where everyone would see it. He glanced down her body and his dick twitched as he saw his other bite mark on her inner thigh. For some reason, her blood tasted sweeter from that vein. He'd already decided that was going to always be his favorite drinking point.
