The Duchess and the Devil

Herhusband,DerrickVaisil,whohadafuneralfourdaysago,suddenlycamebacktolife.Butthismanwassodifferentfrombeforehedied!“I’mhungry,wife.”Fromregularlyturningupinthediningroomthathehadalwaysavoided,“Howaboutweusethesamebedroom?”Toafurtivesuggestionofcombiningtheirbedroomsthattheyhadalwaysbeenusingseparately.Whatintheworldhappenedtothisman?“Youalwaysgiveoffthisdelicioussmell………….buthowcanIbearwithit?”Rightnow,atthismoment,Judithfeltlikehewasacruelpredatorwhowouldcompletelydevourherfromheadtotoeeasily.“You,uh,whatthehellareyou?”He,whotormentedherasherepeatedlysuckedonhersoftearlobeandputhistongueinsideherear,chuckled.“WhatamI?”Derrickkissedherchinandwhisperedlanguidly.“Iamyourhusband,Judith.”