“How are you feeling, my love?” Mikhail asked, slipping his arm around her shoulders.
Belle gazed at him, her violet eyes gleaming with love. “I feel a trifle weak but abundantly happy.”
“A spider sandwich works miracles for regaining strength.”
Her giggles roused Vlad. Pushing her gown open, she offered him her breast and smiled when he latched onto a nipple.
“I love you, Princess.”
“And I love you.” Belle slid a hand down his body to caress him.
Mikhail brushed his lips across her temples. “What are you doing, my love?”
“Tempting my prince.”