She traced her fingertips on Calhoun's chest, looking at the curves and the ridges on his body before looking back at him, where he had already been looking at her like always. He weaved his fingers through her hair, taming it after the passion they had shared.
Madeline felt the bite of the cold weather which had somehow escaped into the room to blow on her skin. Calhoun pulled the blanket up to her arms which had been covering only until her waist. Naked in each other's company and arms, the comfortable silence continued to surround them in their very own bubble, barely bothered about who was plotting against them as they continued to live in the moment.
There was that small amount of warmth that didn't leave her cheeks. They had consummated their marriage. She was married to the King, who was a vampire, and the thought sinked in her mind.
