“I love you,” Lucas whispers in my ear as he scoops me up to carry me across the threshold of the beautiful cottage. He kisses my neck and holds me tight in his arm. “I love you, my beautiful bride.”

“I love you, my handsome husband,” I giggle and slip my hand up Lucas’ shirt. He growls and I feel it in his chest. His primal instincts fight to kick in but once he sets me down and sees me in the black reception dress, his eyes switch to something more loving. ...