It was no secret their appetite for each other was insatiable. No matter what they said or did, they were always clawing at each other's clothes, ripping them apart with ease. Neither one of them would balk at a weekend of just them in bed together, never once leaving the safety of their bedroom.

At his smirk about him changing the wedding colors, she raised her brow at him and offered a smirk plainly telling him that she didn't buy the bullshit he was selling. He knew that if he slipped in camo, it would ONLY be on the grooms cake because if it was anywhere else, then their wedding night would be a colt one.

The only way to get him out of this pickle was for her to heal him. Her blood would heal him far quicker than he could do alone. Not to mention, he would be blessed with her intense libido, the desire for her only growing stronger as her pheromones worked directly on his bloodstream. No doubt it would drive him crazy, but at least his skin would be flawless.

He watched as he drank from her, the action erotic and controlling. It made her want to visit their little playroom. Once she was sure he had enough, she pulled her wrist away and licked away the leftovers, her saliva sealing the holes until her healing healed them completely.

As she waited for the blood to work, she eased off his lap and moved to settle between thighs, leaning back so her back could rest on his chest. He hands rested softly on his knees, fingers trailing delicate circles there as she relaxed fully against him.

"Agnes says the flowers are perfect and the menu has been perfected by her personal chef, Pierre." As the blood began to circulate, no doubt he'd be wanting to do anything other than talk about final wedding preparations. But in Amelia's mind, it was the perfect time to tell him about the lilies and about how the French chef had created the most beautiful platter for those that ate meat. He had even managed to harvest some of the best blood from the French Blood bank. "The lilies should be blooming by the wedding...and Pierre has perfected the most tender slices of lamb for the guests that eat meat. For myself, he has donors who have survived on a diet of only chocolate strawberries and wine. I cannot wait to taste it." She couldn't help but smirk, knowing just how much this probably was bothering him. "Do you think most people will like lamb? Should we have a fish or beef dish instead?"