Chapter 97

The taste of alcohol mingled with milk as Zachariah and Laurelle's kiss deepened, and their breathing grew unsteady. Laurelle felt weak from his tender touch, her mind spinning as her heart pounded hard. She felt like a little fish caught in his net. She was utterly captivated and held by this man. Catching glimpses of their reflection in the nearby wine cabinet's glass, she was surprised to see herself so passionate and vulnerable. Yet, as husband and wife, everything felt right and natural. Zachariah lifted her carefully and carried her to the bedroom, his lips never leaving hers. Then, he gently laid her on the large bed. In the darkness, Laurelle heard the subtle click of his belt buckle and suddenly sat up straight. The room was unlit except for the hallway light seeping through the door crack. "Nervous?" Zachariah's voice was deep and husky with desire. Laurelle glanced at him without responding and suddenly got up from the bed. Though puzzled, Zachariah did not stop her. S