CHAPTER 11

A powerful fragrance filled his nostrils as he opened the door to his room. He looked around as the intended fragrance crammed him, a dim light stood on the table along with another candlestick. Robert stepped into his chamber, slowly, he closed the door behind him, his eyes surveying the beautifully adorned room. He looked further and sighted Diala who sat on the bed waiting patiently for him. His hazel eyes pierce her body, she wore a silk robe which made her stunning to look at. Her hair let loose as it flew down her shoulders, she sat still, looking so quiet and vulnerable. Indeed she loomed so beautifully enough to tempt any man and she isn't just anybody but his wife.

Tonight is the night of their wedding, the night every man is destined to deflower his wife. Make love as they await the birth of their child, in every possible way they can.