“Did you want to say something, Marianne?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me then. Say what you want me to know.”
She hesitated before answering him. He could tell she struggled with her choice of words. “I am glad you stayed to wish me farewell. Please never leave me without a goodbye, Darius. I need that from you.” She regarded him solemnly, her face a mask of intriguing beauty.
“Of course, my darling.” He bent and kissed her lips, her neck, and finally her bared breast, covering the nipple and grazing with his teeth. “You taste so good,” he moaned. When she arched into him he had half a mind to crawl back into the bed with her.
She did that to him. The need to have her was incessant. Morning, afternoon, night…didn’t matter. The merest glimpse or gesture from her and he was lost. His cock was greedy when it came to Marianne. Darius wondered if his need for sex would ever abate. The more he had of her, the more he seemed to crave. And it wasn’t the sex—it was her that drove him.
“What will you do today, Marianne?”
“I thought I might ride over to Papa’s for a visit.”
“Very well,” he said quietly. “Please take the dogs with you, and don’t stay too long. Remember we have dinner with the Rothvales tonight.”
“I’ve not forgotten about it.”
Darius was puzzled as he left though. Marianne had asked something of him for the first time. She never asked him for much of anything. He had to be extra vigilant to make sure she wasn’t in need of something, for usually she would never ask on her own.
She was resolute about some things though. Marianne had continued to care for her father even after the wedding. She would go and keep company with him at her old house, a house which now belonged to him. Darius did not wholly approve, but he allowed her to do it. She was a dutiful daughter. Dutiful in all aspects as it was her nature. He sensed, and rightly so, that she needed to continue caring for her father. Being a dutiful son himself, he understood.
Darius tried to be an attentive husband. Frankly, he couldn’t keep away from her for very long. He knew he was demanding of her. He couldn’t keep his hands off her. The bedsport was magnificent, but it was Marianne’s acceptance of him that was so sweetly given.
And every time was so good with her.
Desiring to have Marianne close, as well as to touch her, all the time, was his typical response. He was hard pressed to keep away if she was within his reach, and it wasn’t always for the sex. He sought the comfort of being intimate with her in any situation. Marianne’s generous nature only made him want her more. And Darius knew why, too. He’d desired her for years, but now he knew his feelings were more than just desire. Much more.
He had fallen completely and utterly in love with his wife.
UPON his return, Darius hunted Marianne down. He found her in the library. She looked lovely standing at the window, reading a book in the light that the panes allowed in. At the sound of his steps, she turned. “You are back.”
Darius nodded, leaning in the d
oorway, feeling wild, his cock flaring to life when she smiled at him, her blue eyes glittering, taking in the sight of him.
His breath grew heavy, moving his chest. His cock lengthened, struggling uncomfortably in his trousers. He bolted the door.
“You look fretful, Darius. Are you?”
He nodded again, stalking forward.
“Why are you fretful, Dar—”
He pounced. Like a wolf upon a rabbit, covering her in possession. The book fell to the floor with a thud, echoing off the walls. Pinning her against the window, only one thought ran through his mind. Because I need to fuck you.
“Sorry, bella, I’ve thought of you all day, and I need to get my cock inside you right now.”
“Ahhh, Darius!” She yelped as he picked her up and set her on the writing table.
His frank declaration served to fuel the need for her to unimaginable heights. Sweeping her skirts aside, he spread her wide before him, released his straining prick, and seated himself to the hilt. Looking down, he watched it disappear into the dark pink folds of her pussy. So hot. So stretched. So exquisite, his chest got tight from the knowledge. When he pulled out, his shaft shone, slick and wet from being inside her.
“God! You’re so wet and ready for me!” That she was so responsive provoked him. “You’re always like that, Marianne! God, it’s so good—having—my—cock—in—side—you!” He punctuated each word with a thrusting stroke as he fucked into her. Hard.
He knew his wicked talk would incite her, too. Marianne liked it a little rough.
The sex pounded on, both of them lost to the cravings. His cock drilling into her tight grip, he felt her stiffen, readying herself for that delicious reward of the twisting coil of orgasm. Crying out his name as the sensations reverberated; she rode it out, looking wild and otherworldly in his arms.