"Every part of you tastes delicious," he groans. "I want to fucking eat you alive."

"Mmmm…sexy with a side of serial killer…" I tease.

"Shut your little mouth and roll over," he says against my lips. "I'm not done with you."

Obeying, I roll over onto my stomach while he looms above me, and I feel his eyes on me for a few moments before I feel his hands on me. The little calluses on his fingers feel good lightly scratching over my flesh, a tiny reminder of who he is as he runs his hands down my back, over my ass, and down the backs of my legs, caressing every part of me. His knee nudges my legs apart as he grabs one of the throw pillows from the bed and shoves it under my hips, forcing my ass up.

He lays his powerful body on top of mine, almost completely covering me with his size, and gathers my hair, pulling it all to one side to expose the side of my neck.

"You're so tiny," he says from above me, brushing his hand against my cheek. "I'm afraid I'm going to break you."

"I'm not gonna break, Tally."

I feel his hot, wet lips on the back of my neck. "God, I love when you call me that. It fucking turns me to mush." He gently sucks and nips at my neck and I turn my head more to the side, my face pressed against the bed as shivers course through my body. I love when he's sensual like this; he makes me feel so incredibly cherished. I just wish so badly that I knew how he felt about me. Has he fallen in love with me like I have with him? Or are we just giving in to the chemistry between us?

He takes both my hands in his, extending them above my head on the bed and entwining our fingers together as he slowly pushes his cock into my pussy from behind, all the while kissing and sucking on my neck and collarbone, lulling me into a sleepy ecstasy. Being stretched out like this with him completely on top of me, penetrating me so deeply is the most erotic feeling I've ever experienced. I feel like he owns me. Somehow he's managing to balance his weight so he's not crushing me as he thrusts into me with long, slow strokes, and he feels so damn thick and hard and just so incredibly yummy inside me. My need to touch him is driving me mad, but he's got me so trapped that all I can do is arch my back and thrust my ass up to meet his hips.

"Fuck yeah, baby… Do that," he growls against my ear. I turn my head toward him and our lips meet desperately, thirsting for each other as he drives into me deeper, filling me until I'm not sure I can possibly take any more of him. Breathing heavily against me, he does go deeper and faster, my pussy quivering around him as he sends me into blissful euphoria.

A series of moans mixed with his name escapes my throat as I come, my fingers tightening around his, the metal of our wedding rings scraping against each other. His lips leave mine as he kneels up a little to drive his cock even deeper inside of me, and I feel like he's going to tear me apart if he keeps this up, but I can feel how much he wants me. Spreading my legs a little, I pivot my hips up to take more of him, wanting every inch of him to be mine, not satisfied until I feel his balls slamming against my drenched pussy.

"Asia…" My name is a moan of pleasure on his lips as I feel him surge into me, his hands releasing mine to grasp my throat with one, gently pulling my head back, while his other hand lands on my hip, pulling me hard into him.

I feel like I'm floating somewhere above us, watching my husband take over my mind and body, making me feel things I never even knew I could feel. His hand wrapped around my throat is so primal but so incredibly intimate it makes me tremble, wondering if I've stumbled into something that is neither love nor chemistry, but something way beyond both of those things.

Still moving lazily in and out of me, he slides his hand up my neck, his finger grazing over my mouth. Parting my lips, I suck his finger into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it, satisfied with the low moan I hear from him behind me, loving that I affect him like he does me. Lowering himself, he turns us both on our sides, his cock still buried in me and his finger still in my mouth. I have no idea how he is still so hard after just coming, but he's still like a rock as he pulls his finger from my mouth, glides his hand down the front of my body, and rubs his wet finger in slow circles over my clit. Sighing, I lean back against his chest and twist my head around to kiss him.

"You feel incredible," he whispers against my lips. "I can't stop."

"I don't want you to."

His hand moves to my thigh and pulls my leg backward, up over his, spreading me open over him.

"Ever?" he asks.

"Never."

Sighing, he pulls me tighter against him so there is no space between us. "Thank you, baby."

"For?"

His lips linger on my shoulder before he answers. "For being everything I wished for."

I'm still lost in his words as he starts to move deeper and faster in me. "I want you to come with me and fall asleep with me…just like this." His voice is gritty and raw. "I want this moment to last as long as fucking possible."

Closing my eyes and melting against him, I give him exactly what he asks because I want that too. To be as close as possible, connected to him, in his arms, forever.

Chapter 24

Talon

I wake up happier and more content than I can remember being in a long frigging time.

I like this feeling. A lot.

Asia is curled up next to me under the covers, still completely naked. I brush the hair from across her face and kiss her cheek, waiting for her eyes to flutter open. And when they do, a slow smile spreads across her face.

Finally, I have a girl who's still happy to see me in the morning and isn't running for the door.

"Good morning." She stretches sleepily, rubbing her hand across my chest.

"It is. I'd like to make it even better, but I have to run to the studio for rehearsal." She pouts and I kiss her nose. "I'll try to get back as early as I can, okay? We'll work on some designs and then I'm going to do things to you."

She giggles. "I can't wait."

Thank God she loves sex too. All this time I've been a little worried that maybe she was putting me off because she's one of those chicks that doesn't enjoy sex, but now I know I was wrong. She just wanted it to be right. And to me, it couldn't be more right.

Dragging myself away from her, I take a quick hot shower, throw some clothes on, and find her in the kitchen while I hunt for my keys. She hands me a travel mug and holds up my keys in her other hand.

"You leave these all over the house." She goes up on her tiptoes and kisses my cheek.

"You got up to make me coffee?"

"Yeah."

"That's really sweet. Thanks, babe. You should go back to sleep for a little while, relax today."

"I can't. I have so much to do and think about with all these orders. I'm excited."

"All right, just don't get stressed, okay? I want you to do this because you enjoy it, not because you have to."

She walks me to the door and hugs me longer than usual. "Have fun at rehearsal. Tell the guys I said hello."

"Will do."

As I pull out of the driveway, I wave at her still standing at the front door, now holding Pixie. Fuck, she looks adorable. My wife. The words keep playing in my head as I drive down the mountain road toward town. Today is actually the first day since we got married that I really feel like she's my wife. I know sex isn't a magic bullet, but it's definitely broken a barrier between us.

Sitting at the fourth red light so far on the way to the studio, I daydream about how she sucked on my finger and rammed her little ass against me last night, wanting more of me, and how we fell asleep all tangled up in each other. My cock hardens in my jeans just thinking about how it felt, how she looked, how she tasted.

Fuck this shit.

Glancing in my rearview mirror, I spin the car around in a U-turn in the middle of the intersection and head back home.

Fuck rehearsal.

I don't even bother to pull my car into the garage and instead park it in the driveway. She's not downstairs, so I jog upstairs and catch her as she's coming out of the bathroom wearing just a towel, her hair damp and her cheeks flushed pink from her shower.

She jumps when she sees me and backs up a little, clutching the towel. "Talon! You scared the hell out of me. What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Closing the space between us, I back her up against the bedroom wall and cover her lips with mine. "I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"I was thinking about you, too."

Kissing her deeper, I unknot her towel and let it fall to the floor, my hands cupping her breasts that I now can't keep my hands off of. Her nipples are rosy pink and tilted upward, begging for my lips.

"Tell me you want me as much as I want you." I yank my shirt off and throw it across the room.

Her hands go to my waist, her fingers unbuttoning my jeans and tugging the zipper down. "I think I want you more."

Kicking off my pants, I run my hand down her stomach, between her thighs, and smile against her lips at how silky wet she is for me.

"You do want me," I tease, sliding a finger into her.

Her hands tug my hair, her hips pushing against me. "Then give me you."

Fuck, she's going to rattle me out of my mind. She's the only girl who's ever had the ability to suck my breath right out of my lungs with just words or a look.

Grabbing her thighs, I lift her up and her legs go around my waist as my cock rams up into her. With a yelp and a moan, she clutches my shoulders, her nails digging into me as I fuck her hard against the wall. My ability to be gentle has gone out the window for now after months of no sex and lusting after her for the past few weeks. Leaning my forearms against the wall on either side of her head, I let her body slide down the wall a few inches so I can fuck her back up it again. I can't take my eyes off of her, fueled by the way her eyes keep fluttering closed and her mouth opens with each hard thrust.

"Tal…" she whimpers, wrapping her arms around my neck. I kiss her deeper and pound into her harder, wanting to consume every part of her, steal her breath, her thoughts, her everything, so all she wants and needs is me.