Chapter 89

Henry and Quinn were cuddling themselves. "I just feel that I love you more than you love me, what do you think?" Quinn mumbled as she snuggled closer to him. "That's not true. I love you more than you love me." Henry chuckled. "Then prove it." Quinn said as she ran her hands over his chest sensually. "How do you want me to?" Henry asked with a smirk. "Figure it out." Quinn said. "It seems my wife needs her husband, doesn't she?" He made to switch off the lights, but Quinn's hands stopped him. Henry looked at her in confusion, "Is anything the matter?" He was puzzled. "Not at all... Leave the lights on." She whispered. "As you wish, milady." He smiled. With a swift move, he pulled off her sleeping robe. He threw it on the floor, and turned his attention on her hardened nipple. "We haven't had an actual wedding, nor did we have a proper honeymoon." Henry whispered as he bent to take her nipple into his mouth. He licked its tip, and ran his hands roughly over her stomach. Q