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“It is his fault that things progressed more than they should have for him. And you were right in your thoughts that she drove him to his heart attack. Had she been a different person, or him a stronger man, they wouldn’t have lasted the first few weeks of their marriage. But complete blame lies with her parents. She was a willful child, and they allowed her to have anything and everything that she wanted. Not many people will know this but they were afraid for Henry to marry their child. They knew what sort of person she was and didn’t warn him about things that could have saved them both. Gilda should have been put in a home long before now. Or some kind of institution. She’s not right.” Parker looked at her. “You were but a child when she wanted you to take care of her. Since you knew no better than what she was when you were so young, you did what was necessary to make sure that you were well taken care of even if she didn’t. It isn’t your fault. I believe that had your father lived, he would have eventually left her and taken you with him. I doubt that your life would have been as good as it is right now, but I don’t know for sure. As the old saying goes, you are what you were raised to be. You should be commended on how you turned out, Taylor.”

After she left them, telling Jack and herself that the magic would only get stronger after they made love, Parker took her aside. After a quick hug, she looked her in the eye.

“Don’t let her bully you into anything. Jack will never love anyone but you, so if you leave him because you’re worried about him, remember this, if nothing else. You’re immortal. Both of you are.” She asked if she knew something more. “I do. Just bits and pieces, but don’t let your mother bully you into anything.”

“I won’t.” After she left them, her grandmother was talking to Jack. Interrupting just to make things clear, she smiled at her grandmother and Jack. “You’re staying here. And we’re going to have sex. A lot of it.”

Grandmother cheered and then laughed. Jack stood and bowed before her before pulling her into his arms and kissing her. Life, their life, was about to get much more exciting. They’d deal with her mom when the time was right. But for now, they had each other.

Chapter 4

“I’ve never had sex before. I mean, I’ve been close but never wanted to go through with it. I think the few men that I dated thought that I was odd and didn’t want to mess with me. That’s what one of them said. They didn’t want to mess with my virginity.” He started to laugh, thinking that she had to be joking. Inhaling deeply of her, he knew what she said to be true. She’d saved herself for him. “So if I disappoint you, I’m so very sorry. I don’t have any experience like you might well have.”

“Never. You could never disappoint me in any way, shape, or form. You’re all mine. Those other men need to be beaten. I want to kiss you, love.” She nodded and wrapped her arms up and around his shoulders. Unlike most women he knew, she was tall and seemed to be the perfect fit against him. Breasts to chest and groin to groin. Flawlessly fit.

When she opened her lips Jack slowly reached out and cupped both cheeks in his large hands and tilted her head at a better angle to the light. He studied her intently, moving her head this way and that to watch the light reflect off of her brilliant amber-colored eyes. He looked down at her then, really looked at her face when he saw her tongue slip out from between her lips and lick them moist. And if that was not enough to make him groan, she worried her full lower lip with her teeth. He watched the whole process with great fascination.

“Are you satisfied?” Her whispered, innocent question brought an immediate response from his already hardened cock. He could tell her in a word just how unsatisfied he was at the moment but could not make his throat work around the sudden dryness of his mouth. He wanted her with every fiber of his being. And he was suddenly very glad he was holding her. He was sure that if he wasn’t, she would leave him.

“Why?” Her voice was husky and smooth as she spoke like she’d read his mind. “Why would you think that I’d leave you now? You’re all I know, all I want in this world. I never knew that love could be so consuming, so lasting. I love you, Jack. I love all of you.”

She licked her lips again. Her own body was responding to his closeness, and he could smell her arousal. He watched her eyes become a darker shade of amber, more brilliant in their color as the moments passed, and he touched her.

“I need to know your full name so that I can taste it on my lips. Have it fill my soul. Tell me, please. Tell me your name so that I can cherish you forever.”

“It’s...it’s Taylor. Taylor Ann Murphy. I want you to step back away from me. You...you’re making me nervous. You have to...you need to...please Jack, I…” She took a step back and then another. She could still touch him, but it wasn’t as overwhelming as it had been. She could breathe again.

“I’m sorry, love. I truly am. I want you so very much. I’ll calm myself down a bit.” His mouth brushed hers once more, and then he touched his mouth to hers and deepened it to a kiss. His slow possession of her made her feel better. Less overwhelmed as she had been before. As he kissed her, it was more than before. Like he was marking her with his mouth.

His kiss demanded a response from her, and he got it. There was no timid response from her this time or between them. With his hand still on her cheeks, he pressed her mouth open for his and tasted her. He captured her groan as it rumbled from deep and moved across his tongue like a taste, a taste like ambrosia. Jack shifted her body to his left and used his right hand to cup her ass against him, tightening her hard against him. Lifting her feet up off of the floor, Jack felt her pour over him.

Never had he felt this way about sex or a woman. No, he realized, not sex. This had moved beyond just sex. This was a claiming, he needed to claim her. Shifting her again, he ran his hands along her thighs and helped her wrap those incredible legs around him. He was not going to take her here for as much as he wanted to. He needed to make love to her in his lair, in his bed.

Jack, with Taylor wrapped around him, moved to the panel in the far wall that would take them to the higher levels and opened it. The trip took them longer because neither could stop touching, kissing exposed flesh, and marveling at new tastes. He’d had to try several times to get his door to open because he kept losing his concentration on an otherwise easy task.

Finally, the door sprang open, and he pulled her close again and moved into the room. With a swift kick, the door slammed and locked behind them. He wanted to slow down. He wanted to rip her clothes off and take her while standing there. He wanted to taste her slowly, savor her body. He also wanted to sink his cock deep inside of her, fuck her until neither of them could stand. His body ached. His need was incredible.

“Taylor, I need you baby. Tell me. Tell me that you need me as well. I want to hear you say it. Tell me.”

He cupped her breast through the shirt she had on and knew that she was bare beneath it. His already heated blood felt as though lava was racing along his veins through him. He felt her arch into his palm, the nipple hard against his thumb. He bent down and took it into his mouth, nipping at her nipple through the material, soaking it through.

When her approval of a hissed yes spilled from her mouth, Jack felt as though he could take on the world. She pulled him closer to her breast by grabbing a handful of his hair and holding him there. Her hips began to move against his groin and his cock, making it difficult for him to think.

Jack could smell her more now. Her arousal was hot and heavy, making him crazy with need. He reached between them and yanked his shirt in half, buttons from the front flying all over the room. Hers was next. The thin material of her tee shirt didn’t stand a chance against this primal need to be with her. This time, when he suckled at her breast, he tasted her skin, the heady taste that was unique to her.

He moved up her neck and along her jaw, nipping still and sucking on her hot flesh. Her body was as on fire as his. He pulled her lower body from his and heard her whimper. He knew how she felt, but it would be worth the moment of separation as he pulled the snap open to her pants and slid the zipper down. She soon got the idea and began working the belt loose to get to his button as well. By the time he had managed to get his hands down the back of her pants and cupped her bare ass again, she had his pants undone and was now stroking his cock through his briefs. The bed, even at three feet away, was too far. They would never make it, he thought with a grin. And if she kept touching him as she was now, he was not going to last much longer anyway.

Dropping to his knees before her, he stripped her of the rest of her clothing. Standing before him was the most magnificent sight he had ever had the pleasure of gazing upon.

He looked up at her and saw that her eyes had turned and were now glowing from something within. His own eyes had turned as well. He could see her through the darkened haze of his heightened state of need. Running his hands up her legs to her thighs, he never stopped looking at her face as she spoke to him.

“I’m going to taste you, love you with my mouth until you scream my name over and over.” He flicked his finger up the seam of her nether lips. “Here, here is where I’m going to taste you.” He could feel her heat. See the wetness gathering in the curls there. Slowly, he inserted his finger into her, stretching her, widening and separating his fingers as he pumped them in and out of her, into her heat and wetness. When she started to close her eyes, he stopped her.

“Taylor, honey, watch me, watch me as I stretch you for me. I’m going to bury my cock deep inside of you, feel you wrap around me. I’m going to ready your body for me. Then I’m going to fuck you, make you mine. Watch me.”

When she focused again, he slowly inserted another finger deep into her again. He watched her, her body undulating up and down against his hand and fingers, her juices coating him.

“That’s it, baby. Feel me inside you. Christ, you’re so hot. And you’re wet, so wet for me. I need to taste your cream.”

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