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LORENA

From the corner of my mind, I registered he was in our bedroom. Yes, our bedroom. Because there hasn’t been anyone else for me before him nor after him.

The door shut behind us with a loud slam and he lowered me onto the floor.

“Undress,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.

The passion in his eyes had me instantly obeying him. Because I wanted to shed my clothes off, feel his skin against mine. Our eyes locked.

Looking at him was like looking at my own dark prince.

Passionate. Unforgiving. Ruthless.

I lifted my emerald shirt off.

Passion and darkness the color my hair,”he said. Did I subconsciously pick it for my husband?

My white, snug jeans followed. The entire time, he watched me with hunger in his eyes.

His gaze trailed over my body, each lingering look caressing my exposed skin.

My bra and panties were next and his ominous gaze turned dark with want and need while he soaked in the view of my naked body.