MY CHOICE AND MY PARENT'S CHOICE

ooming roses. The lady Victory stood amidst the verdant foliage, her heart racing with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

es bathed in the silvery light. The lady Victory's breath caught in her throat at the s

d, his voice rich and velvety. "Yo

th the delicate lace of her dress. "Liam," she breathed, her eyes shining with

hing out to gently caress her cheek. "What is it, my love?" he aske

. "Liam, I... I'm not who you think I am," she confessed, her voice trembling ever so slight

r in a comforting warmth. "My darling, I already know that," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her fo

slightly to gaze up at him, her heart swelling with a surge of em

ce. "Of course I know, my love," he replied, his voice low and soothing. "I've known from the mo

er own hands coming up to caress the strong lines of his jaw. "Liam, I..." she began, her voice thick w

he murmured, his lips brushing against hers in a feather-light caress. "There is nothing you could ever do or say that

ring Liam's lips in a searing, passionate kiss. The world around them faded away as they lost them

ining with a newfound confidence. "Liam, I want to show you everything," she whispered, her fingers t

licate shell of her ear. "Then show me, my love," he growled, his voice thick with

h her veins. Slowly, with trembling fingers, she began to unlace the bodice of her dress, her ga

ed desire. "Magnificent," he breathed, his calloused palms reverently traci

is touch, her own hands exploring the hard planes of his chest. "Liam," she whispered, her voice laced

, possessive kiss. "Then let me in, my darling," he growled against her lips, his hands caressi

a tangle of limbs and searing caresses. Soft whimpers and breathy sighs filled the air as th

caressed, lips claimed, and the lady Victory felt a surge of exhilaration and liberation coursing through her veins. Thi

felt a profound sense of peace and contentment. "Liam," she whispered, her fingers trac

s voice laced with adoration. "There is no part of you that I do not love, no facet of your soul that I do

his neck. In this secluded garden, surrounded by the embrace of the man she loved, she had finally f