​I’ve been saving myself for marriage, and it’s driving me wild. Finally, it’s my wedding day, and I’m told that to get his blessing, I have to do whatever my fiancé’s father says.

But when he demands to check that I’m as untouched and innocent as I say, I’m dripping with need. He tells me that he’s going to put an Everett heir in me, and by the time he sends me to walk down the aisle, I’m full of virile cream.