The couple spent a romantic week in San Francisco at the Palace Hotel. Albert had reserved a suite for them, requesting the staff keep it well stocked with champagne, fruit, pastries, and Anne’s favorite chocolates.
He enjoyed showing her everything he loved about the city. They spent their days sight-seeing, visiting museums, art galleries, and dining at the finest restaurants. In the evenings, he took her to several stage shows and the opera.
On one of their last nights in the city, they lay in bed after making love as she told him, “Albert, I have had a wonderful time. You’ve made it so very special.”
“I wanted you to have a good time,” he told her. “Something both us will remember for the rest of our lives.”
Anne had gotten bolder and more comfortable in her role as Albert’s wife, wanting to please him at every turn. She had soon discovered that Albert was not only gentle and considerate in his love-making, but a powerful and demanding lover at the same time, satisfying her every time.
One afternoon after returning from sightseeing, he asked, “Did you want to bathe before dinner?”
“I would love to. I won’t be long. I’ll start filling the tub right now,” she told him. As the tub filled, she began undressing. Albert’s eyes watched her every move, admiring the image she presented. She pinned her hair up, then removed her under garments, before gingerly stepping into the huge brass tub. Sighting as she laid back, her head resting on the back of the tub, as the hot water welcomed her. She had almost drifted off to sleep when she heard a noise. Opening her eyes, she watched as Albert stepped into the tub.
“You don’t mind if I join you, do you?” he asked, smiling.
“Albert, why no, I just never. . .” she said, fumbling over her words.
Pulling her to him, as he told her, “Anne, after the past week we have spent together, you cannot possibly be shy about anything we do together.”
“No, it’s just this is well, not anything I expected.”
Nuzzling her neck, his hands busy awakening the passion in her, he whispered, “Let me do everything, I promise you’ll never want to bathe without me again.” He was right, after that night, she never looked at bathing in quite the same way.
By the time they left San Francisco, the two lovers had discovered even more about each other. He had always known how passionate she was about those she loved and now that passion was his alone. They both regretted having to leave San Francisco, but knew they would remember this time together, forever.
The evening they returned home from San Francisco, a feeling of contentment washed over both of them as they pulled up in front of their home. After unlocking the door and seeing Anne inside, Albert went to put the horses and carriage away. She went throughout the house, lighting the lamps, as Albert returned shortly and started a fire in the fireplace. When he stood up, she molded herself to him, kissing him.
“Welcome home, sweetheart,” she told him.
“Anne, I love your greeting,” he smiled. “I hope that you always welcome me that way when I return home.”
Taking his hand, she told him, “I always will.” Then she added, “You have to see this.”
Leading him into the living room, she indicated the piles of wedding gifts neatly stacked on the far side of the room. “Your father thought of everything,” she told him.
“He also brought Diablo and Mariah over, they’re in the barn,” he said. Kissing her, he added, “We’ll see to the gifts another time. I have other plans for tonight.”
“I thought as much,” she said, smiling at him.
As Albert carried their bags upstairs, she declined his help in putting their clothing and personal effects away. “Just sit and talk to me,” she told him.
Sitting on the settee, he watched as she took care folding his shirts and placing them into his dresser. When finished, she told him, “As much as I loved San Francisco and our time together there, I missed our home.”
“I did too. It’s good to be home. Now Mrs. Stuart,” he said taking her hand. “I think we need to reacquaint ourselves with our bed.”
Smiling at her husband, Anne grasped his hand as they enjoyed the rest of the evening in a way that left them both exhausted and fulfilled. With the wedding and honeymoon over, Albert and Anne settled into their life together as man and wife in a perpetual love for each other.
Thank you for purchasing Perpetual Love. The continuing story of Albert and Anne can now be found in the sequel, Perpetual Emotions.
Please check out these other titles as well:
Tudor Rose
Timeless Sojourn
Blood Lust
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