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Tallon nodded and got some paper and pens out of the sideboard, and we sat down next to each other at the table while the staff cleared away our plates.
With no venue rental to think about, planning the wedding was surprisingly easy, at least on paper. My dress was taken care of. We’d need flowers and decorations, and a cake… and we’d need someone to be the officiant.
“I have someone in mind for that,” Tallon said.
“Oh?” I asked.
“Let’s just say I have a lot of connections,” he added.
I giggled and moved on to the other items. Granted, the list was a bit long for a one-week turnaround, but it was doable. We had staff and plenty of people to help, and I was beginning to really envision the event happening soon.
It was so thrilling, I could hardly sit still, but between me and Tallon, we got a pretty good handle on the details.
“It’s been a crazy day,” I said.
It was true. I’d gone from thinking things were over between us to planning a very speedy wedding, right here in our own home.
With everything firmly on paper, I was starting to feel tired from all the excitement.
“Let’s pick this up tomorrow,” Tallon suggested.
He stood and rubbed my shoulders, and I closed my eyes at the feel of his hands on me.
“We won’t get more done tonight,” he said. “Let’s get some rest.”
I nodded, standing up and taking his hand as he led me down the hall. After the emotional rollercoaster of a day I’d experienced, I was ready for my head to hit the pillow. We made it up to our bedroom and I slid my way into the bathroom.
I smiled into the mirror as I took what was left of my makeup off and slipped my silky nightgown over my head. Just as I was finishing up, I switched the light off and made it back to the bedroom.
But I stopped short.
Sitting across the room, on the very edge of the bed, was Tallon.
My heart pounded in my ribcage at the gorgeous sight of him with nothing on but a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. His shoulders were bent hunched forward, and the dim lighting around the room gave his dark features an ethereal flair.
There was no mistaking the sultry, passionate look that was held deep within his eyes.
I knew this look.
I could barely find my voice. “Tallon?”
His heated gaze raked over my barely clad body. He silently pushed his hand out and crooked two fingers toward himself, beckoning me to move. My feet, unconsciously, dragged me forward till I stood between his bent legs.
My body swooned when I felt the palms of his hands splay on the back of my bare thighs. His touches were feather-light. He remained quiet for a brief moment before finally speaking.
“I just… I need a moment,” he said roughly.
My brows pulled together. “A moment? For what?”
He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him. Tallon leaned his head to rest below my chest.
“I feel like I almost lost you today,” he explained. “When you left… I didn’t know where you were. It terrified the hell out of me.”
My breath caught in my throat while a horrible sensation clawed at my insides. I nearly gasped.
Oh, God.
An overwhelming wave of guilt spiraled inside of me as I raised my arms to envelop him in a tight hug. I curled my fingers through his thick hair and bent down to place a loving kiss to his head.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I shouldn’t have done something so impulsive as to leave and not at least tell someone where I was going.”
Tallon tilted his head back. “I love you too much to ever let anything happen to you, Natalia.”
And with that statement, my heart filled with a heavy warmth that I would have gladly suffocated in.
“I love you too,” I said, “so, so much.”
He bent forward to place a kiss in the center of my chest. His one hand snaked its way down to the hem of my nightgown.
My nerves jittered and coiled as the tips of his fingers brushed along the lacy material of my panties. He cursed under his breath and slid them down the curves of my legs.
“I need you.”
I bit my lip and smiled. “You have me,” I moaned.
Much to my dismay, Tallon pulled his hand back, but only to bunch the material of my nightgown over my head. Once he tossed the garment away, he hastily took hold of my waist and flipped me around so that I was lying face up in the center of our bed.
My giggles were quickly drowned out by the glorious sight of him looming over me. He leaned down to capture my mouth, spreading kisses all along my neck and down my collarbone.
My moans grew louder when I felt the hot, wet sweep of his tongue swirl around my nipples. He took my other breast in his hand and firmly massaged the mound before rolling the pad of his thumb over the stiff peak.
The ache between my legs became unbearable. I tried lifting my hips up to catch any ounce of friction I could get. But Tallon was quick to press me back down into the mattress. He firmly planted himself between my legs and brought his hand to my slick folds.
He groaned in the back of his throat. “You’re so wet for me.”
“Tallon, please,” I breathed.
He thrusted a single finger into me before pulling out and returning with two. He kept his pace consistent and on the border of torturous. With every twist of his hand, I raised my hips up to meet his ministrations.
“More,” I begged. “P-please, Tallon. Please, I need more.”
A broken moan slipped from my mouth when he pulled himself back. I raised myself up on my elbows to see him doing away with his pants and boxers as he threw them on the floor.
He took himself in his hand and gave his cock several long strokes before moving back to kneel between my opened thighs.
He pressed the head of his cock into my core and gave one strong thrust forward. We both let out a heavy sigh and fall into a delicious rhythm of pure need. Tallon snapped his hips forward in a punishing pace, hitting that perfect spot deep inside of me.
“So fucking perfect,” he hissed between kisses.
I was so close to the edge, and when I looked up into his eyes, I was done for.
“My Natalia, come for me,” he ordered.
My mouth fell open as a series of whimpers and moans echoed off the walls.
