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feelings where you’re
concerned have been rather obvious,” he commented with a
chuckle.
    “I just want to make sure you’re enjoying
yourself.” I settled my head back down on his arm.
    “Well, apparently I’m not doing a good
enough job at showing you my intense pleasure at this whole
situation if you actually have to ask,” he replied, and he suddenly
rolled me over onto my back and began kissing me again.
    “I believe you!” I said with a little
squeal, laughing, and he moved to trail his kisses down my neck to
where the slightly purpled scar still showed where he had bitten me
before.
    “Too late,” he mumbled against my neck
before he licked and sucked at the spot. “I have to prove myself
now.”
    I greatly enjoyed it as he proved himself to
me once again.
     
    When evening arrived, we decided to go down
to one of the three restaurants on the premises.
    We got dressed up nice, he in a suit and
tie, and me in a cocktail dress. After debating what we were in the
mood for, we finally decided to dine in The Red Room where we
enjoyed beef Wellington and a marmalade soufflé.
    The atmosphere was wonderful as we listened
to the live music that was being played by a very accomplished
pianist on the large grand piano. After dinner, we strolled around
the castle enjoying the sights and history offered there. We ended
our little tour in the Great Hall next to the crackling fireplace,
where we enjoyed a glass of wine together as we continued to listen
to the lovely music floating in the air.
    We socialized a little bit with other
guests, making friendly conversation with some who were local and
others who were visiting from around the world. Everyone seemed so
infatuated with the idea that we were there on our honeymoon, and I
was surprised by how many people gravitated to us throughout the
evening. We received a lot of well wishes from the people we met,
though I was amazed all through the night as I watched the unveiled
appreciative glances the women threw constantly in Vance’s
direction. I had to suppress a slightly nervous giggle of
discomfort for him, wondering if he felt like a prime serving of
meat set up on an auction block.
    After much visiting, we eventually made our
way back to our room at a very late hour.
    “Well, I’m glad that’s over with!” Vance
grumbled as he closed the door behind us. “I didn’t think it would
ever end.”
    I let the laughter out that I had been
holding back.
    “I wondered if you were feeling nervous at
all,” I said. “Those ladies were eyeing you up and down all
night.”
    He looked at me like I had lost my mind.
    “What are you talking about?” Suddenly I
wasn’t sure we were speaking about the same thing.
    “What were you referring to?” I asked him
back, feeling completely confused at the moment.
    “Those men out there!” he exclaimed while he
shrugged out of his suit coat. “I understand how easy it was for
them to be completely captivated by your charms, but did they have
to look like they were undressing you with their eyes every single
second? I was beginning to think I might need to knock a couple of
heads off or at least poke somebody’s eyes out!”
    I looked at him, dumbfounded. Surely he was
just toying with me.
    “Quit teasing me,” I finally said, mostly
for lack of anything else to say.
    “Seriously? You didn’t notice anything at
all? I felt certain that was what was making you so uncomfortable
out there.”
    “If I was uncomfortable, it was because of
all the women that were ogling you,” I replied. “I’m certain you
must have misread the men. As I’ve said before, you’re the
beautiful one in this relationship.”
    He walked over to me then, grabbing my hand,
pulling me over to a mirror on the wall, and forcing me to stand
square in front of it.
    “I want you to look at yourself, Portia.
Really look. It’s time for you to see yourself the way I see you,”
he said, his voice gruff with some emotion I couldn’t read.
    I stared