a few moments, he hummed to her, willing her to calm and accept. Tenderheartedly he advised, “Then don't fear what's done. You're loved and cherished beyond any girlish dream, fantasy or fairytale. It's time to reenter the realm of womanhood and take your rightful place within this commingled clan. Shillyshallying about mechanics of the union won't do any good. Trust that you'll be well taken care of. You loved coupling before, were mind-blowing at everything you did. This uniting of bodies will be better, fulfilling your every desire. Now turn around honey, your dress needs to be undone.”
Carolina knew from his tone that the discussion was over, so on rubbery limbs she did as she was commanded and when she completed her pivot, she stood looking slightly up into smiling brown eyes with glowing embers already alight in their depths. “Hi, sweet Gingernut,” Patrick greeted her adoringly.
Her eyes grew wide, lips silently forming his name. She shook her head trying to chase away the illusion and when he remained, reaching out to caress her cheek she recalled the day in its entirety, especially the trio of deities performing the ceremony making what she thought had been the same error, 'Dylan Patrick Donovan Savage'. There had been two grooms in attendance, each saying their vows once to her but she'd had to accept thrice, once to