Chapter 50: Epilogue

The honeymoon suite is soundproofed.

It’s a good thing, too. Unsuppressed heat is wild, both in a “jungle drums, tearing each other’s clothing off” kind of way, and in a “wow this is way more intense than usual” way. Especially since they induced her heat practically the minute they checked into the hotel.

She’s burning up, in the best way. Sean’s hands are everywhere, clutching and squeezing and stroking with reckless abandon. The fever, oddly enough, is less encompassing, because— for once— she can smell him without the suppressants’ natural blockers, and he’s off his suppressants and blockers, too, and it’s all so intense. Deliciously, delightfully intense.

The first part was gentle, almost like a soft heat. Her wedding dress still lays in a heap of lace and tulle in the sitting room. She’s not sure, and she’s not currently inclined to care. His tux is probably out there somewhere, too. She lost track when her anti-suppressant hit, and the fever took over.