Page 82 of Black Mark's Heart

"Oh, I've already booked that. I'll let you know that one in advance. Hint, you're going to need a bathing suit."

Darius cocked a brow. "I'm not the director anymore, Mora. I need to tell my boss I'm taking time off."

I lifted a brow at him.

Darius laughed and picked me up in his arms, walking us towards the king-sized bed. "Let me guess. Already taken care of?"

"Damn straight, Skippy," I laughed.

Darius grumbled, rolling his eyes. "If you teach our children to talk, I'll never understand a word they say."

"Dare, I never understand you, but your accent is too damn sexy for me to care what you are actually saying," I teased.

"Best I use body language then." Darius lowered me to the bed and I scooted back to the center. He started undressing for me, and I watched, enthralled, as he removed every stitch of clothing before climbing onto the bed with me. "Mora."

"Dare?"

"Do you remember our agreement for our wedding night?"

I swallowed. I hadn't forgotten. "There is lube in your toiletries bag," I blushed.

Darius brushed my pink cheek with his knuckles. "I got Jasper Jones to teach me how best to bleed someone. He helped me create a kit so I can do that for you, Mora."

I couldn't stop my heart accelerating in excitement. "It's not your thing."

"You're my thing, Mora. If it's what you need, I'll give it to you."

"Dare."

"Mora?" Darius moved his mouth close to mine.

"Not tonight. I just want you to make love to me. The kink can wait," I whispered.

Darius smiled, slipping his hand along my leg, pushing my nightdress up. "I'll make love to my beautiful wife now. Later, I'm going to rip this stunning nightdress to shreds and make you scream for me, because, Mora, you were the last woman I had sex with, and we're going to make up for lost time. I don't care if you can't walk in the morning."

My eyes went wide, but the curse word on my tongue was stolen by Darius's hot press of his lips to mine. His hand pushed my thighs apart and gently stroked over my heat. He coaxed me gently to orgasm with his hand. He tenderly removed my nightdress, lavished my breasts with kisses, and adored the three stretch marks Willow was nice enough to give me below my still slightly rounded tummy. Then Darius lay between my thighs and delicately eased his tongue inside me, using his mouth to elicit another orgasm from me.

When Darius laid his body over mine, his eyes were the warmest and happiest I think I'd ever seen.

"Protection," I panted, my body still quaking beneath him.

"I love you, Mora Blake-Rafal," Darius whispered to my lips. He pressed into me, slowly, carefully. He watched my face, listened to my gasping breath, and reacted to what he knew I needed. He eased in with all the time in the world, buried himself as deep as he could in this position, and then kissed me passionately. We made love. Slow and gentle. I felt him swell and throb, felt him struggle to control himself.

When I could feel I was ready to tumble over the brink again, I put my mouth to his ear, sucked his earlobe, and murmured, "Yours."

Darius let out an amazing roar, pinned my hips, and pounded into me. My back arched and I came silently. Darius damn near let the whole of Edinburgh know he came. He collapsed on top of me, panting. "You are the best fucking wife in the world," he growled. He kissed me heatedly, then rolled to the side.

I smiled at him and stretched out like a contented cat. My God, I'd really, really missed that. I rolled to face him. "You know if you just got me pregnant again, I'm going to be the best fucking widow in the world, right?"

Darius grew a grin so big and wicked on his face I damn near came again. "You're on the pill, Mora. I saw it in your drawer when I was looking for something yesterday." Darius rolled to face me, running his hand up the side of my body. "You've been on it two weeks. We should be safe."

My brows furrowed. "Why were you in my drawer yesterday?"

"I was looking for your vibrator."

"Why?" I asked surprised.

"So I could pack it in my luggage for tonight." His grin grew at the look on my face.

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