Til Debt Do Us Part (Married At Midnight #4)

Chapter 14

Fourteen

Dare

L onging stirs in my blood, an ache that goes bone deep. I yearn for Talia with every fiber of my being, my desire for her a living, breathing thing.

Candlelight washes the room in a warm, golden glow and the scent of sandalwood and jasmine perfume the air. A fire crackles in the fireplace, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows over the walls.

Our bed is turned down, the sheets folded back in invitation. My pulse quickens at the sight, heat and need surging through my veins. I want nothing more than to lose myself in Talia's embrace, to drown in the sweetness of her kisses and the velvet heat of her body.

I cross the room in swift, purposeful strides and draw Talia into my arms. Her skin is soft as silk under my seeking fingertips, her heartbeat fluttering wildly against my palm. I bend my head and capture her mouth in a searing kiss, pouring all my love and longing into this single gesture.

She opens for me with a sigh, her lips parting to allow my tongue to sweep inside. I delve deep, tasting and teasing, reveling in her sweetness. My blood burns like liquid fire in my veins, my need for this woman an all-consuming flame threatening to devour me whole.

I lift my head, my breathing ragged. "Talia, darling girl. I want you. Now. Always."

Her eyes darken, passion and desire swirling in their depths. She reaches up and cups my face, her touch tender and filled with love. "Then take me, Dare. I am yours. Today and forever."

Triumph and possession surge through me as I lift Talia into my arms and carry her to our bed. Tonight I will worship her body and lose myself in her sweet embrace. Tonight, I will claim this woman, her heart, body, and soul. I will bind her to me for all eternity.

I lower Talia onto the silk sheets, my gaze devouring her every curve and hollow. She is beauty personified, my goddess, my everything. I capture her hands and pin them above her head, interlacing our fingers as I lean down to steal another searing kiss.

She arches into me with a soft moan, her body supple and yielding. I trail my lips down the delicate column of her throat, nipping and sucking my way to the generous swells of her breasts. Her nipples pucker under my tongue, ripe berries begging to be plucked. I close my mouth over one turgid peak and suckle strongly, drawing harsh gasps of pleasure from her parted lips.

A familiar ache builds in my loins, my erection straining against the confines of my slacks. I shift to give my arousal more room, then return my attention to Talia's delectable body. I lavish the same attention on her other breast before continuing my sensual assault, tasting and teasing my way down to the apex of her thighs.

Her feminine scent envelops me, a heady perfume of desire and need. I nuzzle my face into her soft curls and inhale deeply, savoring her unique fragrance. Then I spread her nether lips and flick my tongue over her swollen clitoris, earning a strangled cry of bliss.

Talia's hips buck, wordless pleas spilling from her lips as I feast on her sweetness. I drive my tongue into her channel, mimicking the act of sex and stoking the fires of her passion ever higher. Her inner muscles clench and flutter around my probing organ, slick juices coating my chin as I devour her with single-minded intensity.

I can feel her climax building, the tremors racing through her taut body. I redouble my efforts, my own arousal throbbing in time with my racing heart. Talia shatters into fragments with a keening wail, her essence flooding my eager mouth. I lap up every drop of her delicious nectar, prolonging her pleasure until she collapses back against the pillows, limp and sated.

Only then do I raise my head, wiping my mouth with the back of one hand. My shaft pulses impatiently, eager to sink into the velvet clasp of her sex. Tonight I will lose myself in Talia's sweet embrace, our bodies and souls joined as one.

I straighten and gaze down at Talia, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. She's never been more beautiful to me, her ripe belly a symbol of the love we share. I skim my palms down her sides, thrilling at the feel of her soft skin and fuller curves.

Talia lifts her hands to my shoulders, her eyes clouded with desire. "Please, Dare," she whispers. "I need you inside me."

My control snaps and I surge forward, claiming her mouth in a searing kiss. Our tongues dance and twine as I position myself between her thighs, the broad head of my erection nudging at her entrance.

With a single thrust, I sheathe myself in her slick channel. We moan in unison at the exquisite sensation, our bodies fitting together like matched pieces of a puzzle.

I begin to move, my strokes deep and measured. The leisurely pace heightens our pleasure, every nerve ending igniting at the delicious friction. Talia meets my thrusts with the roll of her hips, her inner muscles rippling around my shaft.

"Harder," she pants, raking her nails down my back. I increase my tempo and force, pounding into her welcoming body. The bed creaks in protest beneath us, the headboard rattling against the wall.

Talia throws her head back, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as she shatters around me. The rhythmic squeezing of her sex triggers my own climax and I bury myself to the hilt, hot seed spurting in endless waves.

We cling to each other as the tremors fade, our hearts beating a rapid staccato rhythm. No words are necessary in this perfect moment, our bond deeper than any vows spoken or rings exchanged.

Talia's body goes lax beneath me, replete and sated. I roll onto my side, pulling her against my chest. She nestles into me with a contented sigh, her head tucked under my chin.

My hand glides down her side in a slow caress, fingers splaying over the rounded swell of her belly. Our child stirs within, as if sensing the outpouring of love surrounding its cocoon.

"Are you happy, Talia?" My lips brush the top of her head as I speak.

She lifts her face to meet my gaze, eyes glowing with joy. "Deliriously so."

"No regrets?"

"None." Her hand covers mine, our wedding bands touching. "Loving you is the easiest, most natural thing I've ever done."

Relief washes over me, easing the last vestiges of doubt. I know with absolute certainty this is where I'm meant to be - here in this bed, holding the woman who owns my heart.

"Promise you'll never leave me," I say, only half joking. The thought of losing Talia is unbearable, a dark specter I push from my mind at every opportunity.

"I'm not going anywhere." She places a sweet kiss on my lips. "You're stuck with me forever, Mr. Morgan."

"Forever is not nearly long enough, Mrs. Morgan."

Talia bites her lips. “Can I…”

I brush my lips over hers, nuzzling her. “Can you what, darling girl?”

She turns red as a tomato. “I still want you. I’m… horny .”

"Thank god for pregnancy hormones,” I mutter.

Before she even says another word, I move my hand down between her legs. Talia wasn’t kidding. Her folds are slick and hot. My fingers find her clit like an arrow finds its target. I quickly circle my fingers around her clit and increase the speed. She throws her head back with a cry, inner muscles clenching around nothing as she comes apart.

My name is a benediction on her lips as she collapses against me, body trembling from the force of her release. I hold her close, pressing soft kisses over her face and neck until her breathing evens out.

"You're insatiable," I tease, earning a breathless laugh in response.

"Only for you." Her hand slides down to wrap around my erection, now rigid with need. "I want you inside me."

I don't need to be told twice. Talia lifts up and I position myself at her entrance, sliding in with one smooth thrust. We gasp in unison at the sensation, our connection both familiar and new in its intensity.

My strokes are slow and deep, angled to hit the spot that makes her keen with pleasure. Talia meets each thrust, inner muscles squeezing tightly as if to keep me from withdrawing. The rhythm builds, our harsh breathing and pleasured cries mingling in the space between us.

"Come for me," I growl, circling her clit with my thumb. She shatters instantly, inner walls spasming around my length. I follow soon after, spilling deep inside her with a shout.

Her soft cries shatter my control, her inner walls convulsing around me as I pump into her silken heat.

"Your pussy is ruining me," I grit out through clenched teeth. "Draining me."

"Yes," Talia hisses, nails biting into my back. "Take everything, Dare. It's yours."

We climax as one, a shout of ecstasy ripping from my throat. For long moments, I'm adrift in mindless bliss, cradled in her arms.

When I come back to myself, Talia is playing with the wedding ring circling her finger. I capture her hand, bringing it to my lips.

"What shall I buy you tonight, Mrs. Morgan?" I ask, half in jest. "Diamonds? Pearls? A small country?"

"You're incorrigible." A smile tugs at her lips as she strokes my hair. "Imagine what I'll get in the divorce." Talia's laugh is light, but the words strike like a blow. "Half of everything. Maybe I'll take one of the jets. Sell it and backpack around Europe for a year."

I jerk away, propping myself on an elbow. The gleam in her eyes is too sharp, the curve of her smile too knowing.

Is it a joke? Or does she mean it?

My stomach drops and a bitter taste floods my mouth. How could I have been so blind, so stupid?

Talia slides a hand over my chest, her touch like a brand. "Don't look so serious, darling. I was only teasing."

But the damage is done. I stare at the diamond on her finger, a rock the size of a quail's egg, and nausea churns my gut.

She wants my money. My power.

Just like all the rest.