The next morning, Ivy woke up feeling sore from head to toe.
She let out a quiet groan, every muscle in her body protesting as she shifted beneath the blankets.
Last night, they had finally consummated their marriage, and from what she could remember, Xander hadn't held back in the slightest.
Raven had always believed she had incredible stamina. She had survived countless dangerous missions, fought enemies twice her size, and endured injuries that would make most people collapse.
Yet she had been completely defeated by one man.
*"I seriously need to start working out,"* she thought with a sigh.
Slowly turning her head, she found Xander still asleep beside her.
One arm was wrapped securely around her waist as though he had no intention of letting her escape. His usually cold features looked unexpectedly peaceful, making him seem years younger.
A smile tugged at Ivy's lips.
"You really went all out, didn't you?" she murmured, gently tapping the tip of his nose.
