The Devil To Pay (Hennessey.)

by Marnie Perry

  He took her face between his palms and kissed her lips, then with one swift movement she was in his arms and being carried to the bedroom where he lay her very gently down on the bed as though she was made of the most delicate china. He lay down beside her and his voice as gentle as she’d ever heard it said, ‘this is where love is, here with you, my wife, my love, my own English lady.’

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