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.

one arm around his neck, her other hand

mood having been exceptionally good these past few days. She

the most intimate of connections, her love felt scorching hot. In his moment of passion, she inadvertently scratched across his back; moving closer, she whispered

let's never be

her tightly, and eagerly nuzzled

her body flushed with warmth, feeling both her heart and body filled

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

playful glare, and Remington, his face bright with a contented smile, clearly in 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

just a

and attending dance rehearsals, she hardly had time to

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

declare their marriage. It didn't need to be grand, as long as