Chapter 16: When Home Calls

*Alistair*

‘I can’t remember a time in my life I was ever this happy,’ Alistair thought lightly to himself.

A few days had passed since he had given Daphne the ring he had custom made for her. He hadn’t anticipated that she would be so willing to take on wearing it so quickly. Seeing the beautiful stone on her finger whenever the sun would catch it, made his chest swell with pride.

‘She’s mine,’ he hummed in his mind. ‘Every part of her. So beautiful. So perfect.’

There was a kind of naturalness Alistair found with Daphne as they continued to explore the wonders of Rome. He had taken them to the Vatican where he had watched his lovely wife pour over dozens of priceless paintings and statues while listening to her angelic voice.

His heart swam as he felt the two of them growing closer. Having spent the morning happily between her thighs and discovering just how sweet she truly tasted, Alistair wanted to have a down day with her.