Larissa's Game of Thrones (Larissa) novel Chapter 927

“My wife…”

Larissa lost count of how many times Haskell called her “wife” on their wedding night. All she knew was that she drifted off to sleep wrapped in the sound of that single, affectionate word.

When she woke up the next morning—

“My whole body aches.”

That was her first thought as she surfaced from a groggy sleep.

Her second thought was: “Haskell had been holding back on me!”

Fighting off her sleepiness, Larissa turned her head to look at the man holding her. His eyes were closed, his handsome features peaceful in the morning light. His skin was flawless, without a single imperfection.

So beautiful. Like a perfect droplet of water on clean glass, he made her want to reach out and touch.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Haskell’s eyes fluttered open, meeting hers. A slow smile spread across his lips, and the hand resting on her waist tightened, pulling her closer.

“My wife,” he murmured, his voice raspy with sleep, making it all the more alluring. “When did you wake up?”

“A minute ago,” Larissa replied.

“And you’ve been watching me this whole time?” he chuckled.

“I have. Can’t help it when you’re this good-looking.”

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