Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Is it gonna hurt?"

Remington lifted his gaze, his eyes slightly squinting, deeply staring at his breathtakingly beautiful wife in the early morning light.

"Mrs. Dashiell, you think so highly of me?"

"What do you mean?" Lizetta was a bit perplexed, her eyes soft and clear.

The man's lips curved slightly, "You think my stamina and intensity could surpass your daily dance workouts?" Lizetta's cheeks flushed, and she playfully punched his shoulder in faux annoyance, "Just be careful, okay?"

"Yeah, you're quite the handful. Honey, if you have so much faith in me, wait until Joy arrives, and I'll prove it to you."

His voice was husky, whispering in Lizetta's ear, his lips hot, trailing down her neck, his kisses growing more fervent.

his neck, her other hand

been exceptionally good these past few days. She thought, perhaps

with the most intimate of connections, her love felt scorching hot. In his moment of passion, she inadvertently

let's never be

holding her tightly, and eagerly nuzzled her ear,

warmth, feeling both her heart

they were indeed late. Lizetta rushed through her breakfast, while Remington sat beside her, dabbing her lips with a napkin to

a better mood, added, "I'll drive you myself later; by the

wedding, Remington had left for Lizetta and Fiona to discuss. He would go along with their

a big fuss, just a simple, warm ceremony with close friends and family. I'm thinking in

attending dance rehearsals, she

the baby would be just over four months along, and she could still fit nicely into

didn't need to be grand, as