The Christmas Marriage Mission
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She loved the most wonderful man in all the world and he loved her. Their days were filled with warmth and closeness, Mitchell hungry for all that real family life meant, but it was the nights, when it was just the two of them in their huge, soft bed, that she felt she really became the woman she’d always been destined to be.
In the warm afterglow of their lovemaking, lovemaking that was so wonderful and incredible that sometimes she thought she would die from the pleasure he induced, he would tell her how much he loved her. She was his woman, his treasure, his reason for breathing, the only woman in the world for him—beautiful, perfect and incomparably precious.
And in the soft darkness she would hold him close, her body moulded into his as she laid her heart and her soul bare before him. She kept nothing back; she didn’t have to. He was Mitchell, her husband, and she could trust him completely, and she wanted to give him the reassurance she knew he would always need. The world saw a strong, powerful, ruthless man, but that was only a part of him. The real part, her part, was so much more than that.
As he joined her in the pew Mitchell smiled at her. ‘Happy, love?’ he asked softly, his fingers brushing over his child briefly as his eyes devoured her in a most un-churchlike way.
‘More than I can say,’ she answered mistily as joy and gratitude for all that life held flooded her heart. Life was rich and filled with love. She had Mitchell, she had her family and there was new, strong life growing inside her.
She was blessed.
ISBN: 978-1-4268-6718-7
THE CHRISTMAS MARRIAGE MISSION
First North American Publication 2004.
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