Page 51 of Black Mark's Heart

Darius looked at me. "Might I remind you I wasn't entirely to blame for what happened, Mora."

I stood up, glaring at him. "You chose money over me! Over your family!" I pointed to Jacob without thinking. I caught myself and pulled my arm back to my side. "I mean, what could have been..." I sat back down on the bed, my stomach dropping through the floor. "This isn't going to work. Just go, Dare."

"No." Darius took two steps forward, pulled me up to stand facing him. "I'm not losing you again."

He kissed me hard, holding my face to prevent me pulling away. His hands found the zip for my dress, tugging it down quickly before unclasping my bra. He pushed the dress from my shoulders, bra as well. The dress fell to my hips and he pushed it down, thumbs hooking into my panties to push them down as well.

Heat suffused my body under the lashing of his tongue in my mouth, the press of his lips to mine exchanging our passion for each other. His hands caressed my body, learning the new contours that come with carrying life inside you.

His touch was lightning to my system, branching from the single point of contact on the surface, to every lascivious receptor in my body.

My fingers were popping the buttons on his shirt. For how frazzled my brain was in that moment, I was impressed how nimble they were with his buttons. I splayed my hands across his bare chest and felt like I'd finally come home.

Tears fell from my eyes at the intensity of how much I'd missed his touch and the way he kissed across my collarbone. Darius stepped us back to fall upon the bed. I moaned at the feel of his monster pressing hard against my pelvis through his pants.

"Dada," Jacob sang out. Darius and I both paused, listening to Jacob laugh. "Dada."

We turned our heads to see Jacob standing in his cot looking at us. Darius laughed all of a sudden. "Great, I'm being cock-blocked by a baby now."

"I need to get him to sleep, and then we can get back to your cock," I teased, pressing against his chest.

Darius kissed me once more then rolled off me. He watched me with a large smile as I darted across the room to my bags and bent over to search for my iPod.

"What are you looking for? Don't you just put him on the breast?" Darius chuckled.

"I have some recordings of piano music with a male singer he's very attached to." I told Darius, then realized he might recognize himself singing. "Shit." I stood up, wondering how I was going to explain it.

"Can't find it?" he asked.

"I..." Crap, bollocks, and all the other curse words known to man.

"What sort of songs does he usually like?" Darius asked.

I turned around, watching amazed as Darius moved towards the cot. "Um, anything really. He just really likes a male," you, "singing to him."

Darius picked Jacob up with a smile. "Okay, Jacob. Let's talk music." Jacob’s smile was large being in Darius's arms. I felt my legs wobble and quickly dropped onto the bed before I fell. "It's a pity your mother doesn't have her cello or she could have played accompaniment for me."

My heart broke anew when Darius started singing to Jacob. Not only that he was actually fulfilling a dream of mine, quite literally, but that he chose that song. The song I wrote with Ethan, that we performed for the first time at the concert Darius came to; the song where Darius chose me.

I covered my mouth to mute the sob that suddenly wracked my chest. I got up, quickly walking into the bathroom, shutting the door. I sat on the closed toilet lid and sobbed quietly while I listened to Darius sing my heartache. He knew it too well, every voice modulation, and every note perfect. He'd learned it by heart.

The singing stopped. I took a deep breath, pulling myself together. I stood up and washed my face, using the cold water to try and clean the evidence of tears away. After a minute, I opened the door and stepped out. Darius was standing there holding a sleeping Jacob. I walked over, removed Jacob from his arms, and placed him in his cot. Darius's hands wrapped around me from behind to settle over my womb.

"I want to be a dad, Mora," he murmured in my ear. "Be the mother of my children one day?"

What did I say to that? I already was. Two of them.

"He fell asleep quickly," I avoided answering, choosing to focus on my son instead. Jacob was smiling in his sleep, happy and content. "Usually it takes two or three songs."

Darius kissed over my shoulder. "It's better in person. He could feel the reverberations in my chest at the same time."

I nodded. Darius always was better in person. "Make love to me?" I requested, my voice on the edge of tears again.

No further words were exchanged. Darius took me to the bed, laying me down and making me watch while he stripped naked. He climbed over me, spent forever preparing me for him, taking his time to feel, kiss, and adore every inch of me. When he finally slid into me, I could have died with how wonderful it felt. When we both lay panting and sated, I rolled to my side and asked Darius to spoon me. I slid his still-hard monster back inside me and got comfortable.

"Sleep in me?" I asked.

Darius chuckled, "You know I'm going to wake up hard and just start."

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