His woman

Yvonne lay in the bed, her body still humming from the intensity of what had just happened. Her thoughts raced, trying to grasp the reality of the moment. She had just consummated her contract marriage with Micheal, and the sheer pleasure that coursed through her still lingered like a soft whisper against her skin. Was this real? she wondered. Her heart fluttered in disbelief as her mind replayed every tender touch, every heated kiss. The way he made her feel—loved, cherished, desired—was unlike anything she had ever imagined.

She sighed softly, her thoughts drifting deeper into the memory. It was more than just physical, she realized. It was a connection that ran far deeper. She had given herself completely, and it had felt so right, so natural. Her heart pounded in her chest as her mind swirled with everything that had just happened between them. How could it feel this good?

Micheal, lying beside her, noticed the faraway look in her eyes, her lips curved slightly in thought. He c