On our wedding night

A faint smell of tobacco mingled with anger hit him, and his hand was firmly grasped by a powerful palm.,His eyes guarded as he met the man's gaze, his own a pool of cool indifference. His voice held an unreadable tension, "You don't have to force yourself," he said, though there was a hint of accusation in his tone.,“...Get me a sleeping bag and bring it to the bathroom.”。