Blissfully Taken (Blissful, #4) by Red Phoenix

decorative curtains, helping to keep in the warmth. The old
chest at the foot of the bed had been replaced with a stylish one
made of hardwood and there was an antique self-standing mirror
tucked in the corner. Dan seemed intrigued the piece.
    Jenny asked, “How did she know this
room is special to us, Dan? You didn’t tell her, did
you?”
    He chuckled, pulling her to him. “No.
This used to be Gammy and Poppy’s room.”
    Jenny looked down at her wedding set
and smiled, overwhelmed by the connection she felt with his great
grandmother. She was certain that Gammy would approve of their
union.
    “ My love, I think it is
time I take off this coat and see the beautiful bride underneath.”
Dan undid the big buttons one by one before slipping it off her
shoulders. “Oh yes, as lovely as I remember.”
    Jenny threw her arms around him. “I
can’t believe you got me the dress, Dan. Why would you do that? I’m
the only one who gets to enjoy it.”
    “ Not true. I did it for
purely selfish reasons. It was the dress I wanted my bride wrapped
in.” He smiled looking down at her tenderly. “Besides, I did not
buy you a ring. You deserved it.” Dan took her hand and twirled her
around twice as he looked over the gown. “You have never looked
more beautiful to me than you do right now, wife.”
    Jenny felt butterflies when he called
her ‘wife’. “Thank you, husband.”
    “ Whoa, that’s weird
hearing you say that.” He leaned in next to her ear, “but I like
it.” Shivers ran down her spine as he kissed her neck. “My wife, to
have and to hold…” He wrapped his arms around her and continued to
kiss and nibble.
    “ Dan, I feel like I am
going to melt when you do that.”
    He held her tighter, biting her neck
and murmuring, “Melt into me, wife.”
    Jenny obeyed and laid her head against
his chest, giving into the fire he was fanning. His strong hands
explored the lace of her dress, concentrating on the hardness of
her nipples. She moaned, feeling her loins contract in pleasure
from his attention.
    “ Shall I undress you or
let you remain in your bridal gown a little longer?”
    “ Undress me.”
    He chuckled. “I think you are too
beautiful to unwrap just yet.”
    She groaned. Dan let go of her and
left the room. She reluctantly followed him out and watched him
build a fire in the fireplace. He looked up after he got the fire
going and said with a grin, “Just in case the power goes out
again.”
    “ I wonder if your mom
bought Vienna sausages and Pop-tarts in case of power failure,” she
joked.
    “ Let’s check.” The two
opened the cupboards and saw they’d been stocked with all kinds of
staples, but zero convenience foods.
    “ I suppose we could live
on handfuls of flour,” he commented.
    “ Should we eat your
mother’s meal? I’m starving!”
    He cleared his throat. “Baby, I hate
to tell you this but it’s going to be lamb.”
    “ Lamb? But I don’t eat
innocent babies…”
    He patted her head, “I know. But you
see, my mother is convinced that any major celebration includes
lamb. It should make future holidays with my family loads of
fun.”
    Jenny frowned, “Dan. I really want
your mom to accept me. Should I force myself to eat
lamb?”
    He put his hands around her waist and
smiled down at her tenderly. “Don’t compromise who you are. She
will learn to love you, trust me.” He opened the fridge and pulled
out a large white box. “So no baby animals, but maybe I can
interest you in cake.”
    Dan carefully took the cake out and
placed it on the table. It was exquisite with the realistic flowers
and delicate floating butterflies - the exact opposite of the
weather raging outside.
    “ Just looking at it makes
me happy!” Jenny smiled.
    “ Wait until you taste it,”
he said hungrily, pulling a knife out of the drawer.
    She put her hands over the cake to
protect it. “No! You can’t cut this beautiful piece of
art.”
    “ The cake was made to be
eaten, woman. The Trans will