This really proves so much to me that we have a long way to go in our marriage. We're both so confused and obviously have a huge communication problem.

Now I'm on a mission, I just have to find a way to accomplish it the right way. What can I do to show him I want him? And prove to him that I'm not a little puppyfuck? It would have to be something special. Something with a bit of a shock factor.

Like a bang factor. Just a little less bang.

Chapter 22

Talon

I've always believed that magical things happen in the night while we're sleeping. I attribute this to the fact that when we were little kids, Gram would tuck us all in and tell us to go to sleep so the things that lived in the dark could come out and play and whisper dreams into our ears while we slept.

Tonight, I awake at three a.m. to the most incredible soft warmth wrapped around my cock. I only know the time because the clock on the nightstand projects digital purple numbers onto the bedroom ceiling. At first, I think I'm dreaming, but when I gaze down the bed, I see her, kneeling between my legs, her long, silky hair flowing over my thighs, her lips raining the softest of kisses up and down my shaft. My second thought is that she must be dreaming and she's sleep-sucking me, and I think maybe I should wake her. But what is that saying about not rousing a person sleepwalking?

I touch the side of her head very gently and whisper, "Baby…"

A sexy moan vibrates around my cock in response, and my head falls back against my pillow.

Oh God, she's really awake.

My mind races back to the moments before we fell asleep. What did I do or say to entice her to finally touch me on her own? I come up blank.

I don't fucking care. All I know is her tongue feels like wet velvet swirling the tip of my cock while her little nails dig into my thighs. The more she licks and sucks me, a tingly sensation cascades over my shaft that's both hot and cold, amplifying the ecstasy of her mouth. Fuck me, she's got some kind of sorcery on her lips that's driving my dick wild.

Fisting a handful of her hair, I lift it away from her face so I can watch her as she goes down on me, mesmerized by the sight of the first few inches of my cock disappearing into her sweet mouth. She sucks me like she does everything else, soft and sweet at first with moments of teasing. As she works up to taking me deeper, her teeth lightly graze the sides, tantalizing me. I smile down at her, impressed that she remembered I told her that's what I like.

Realizing there's no way she's getting all of me into her mouth, she grasps the base of my cock, wrapping her small hand around me and moving it up and down in perfect unison with her mouth, creating a long, wet tunnel for me to slide in and out of.

Usually, I could go at it in a chick's mouth for hours, but her mouth feels so fucking perfect feasting on me, mixed with that crazy icy-hot sensation she's got going on with her lips that I'm ready to blast already.

My other hand flies down to grip the other side of her head as my cock explodes in her mouth without much warning. I silently pray she's not a choker, but she swallows me down and continues to suck and lap at my cock as the ripples of pleasure slowly subside and the erotic haze clears from my brain.

Leaning up, I grab her and haul her up onto my chest, devouring her mouth, tasting cold mintiness on her lips mixed with the taste of me.

"Holy shit, baby, if we weren't already married, I'd fucking marry you right now." I kiss her deeper, my hands sliding down her body to cup her ass in the little bikini panties she's got on. "That felt amazing," I breathe against her cheek. "What the fuck is on your lips? It feels insane."

She smiles shyly, clasping her hands tightly behind my neck. "Just a special lip balm I made."

"I love it." My mouth captures hers again, and my hands are itching to rip off her T-shirt and panties and fuck her seven ways to Sunday right now, but I stop myself, not wanting to do anything to screw up this moment, like I seem to do every time. She just made a huge leap out of her comfort zone to give me the best blow job of my life, so I'm not going to push my luck. Instead, I hold her and kiss her, letting my hands slowly roam over her body, learning the curves of her petite figure she's been hiding from me for way too long.

"You're the best surprise I've ever had," I whisper, stroking my knuckles across her cheek. She gazes up at me with those huge, mystical eyes and starts to cry, her hands clutching my shoulders.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I kiss the tears from her cheeks. "Don't cry. It guts me to see you sad."

She leans her forehead against mine. "I'm not sad, Tally. I just want us to be like this always."

With one swift movement, I roll her over so she's beneath me and rest my arms on either side of her head, my face inches from hers. "We're never gonna be perfect, baby, but we'll always be like this. Whatever this is between us, it's always going to be here. I promise you."

"How do you know that?"

"I feel it in my bones. This is us."

Her legs part, allowing my body to settle between them, my cock pressing against her heat through the thin material of her panties. I can't believe I've been with her for two months and this is the first time I've been able to lie fully on top of her. Her hands go around my back, slowly sliding down my spine as I kiss her neck, gently sucking, the need to devour her and fill every part of her simmering just under the surface of my sanity.

"It feels so good to have you touch me," I murmur as she wraps a leg around mine and rubs her foot lazily up and down my calf. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting to feel your touch like that."

"It feels good to be touching you," she whispers. "You almost don't seem real." Her hands glide over my ribs, up around my shoulders, then down my arms and back up again, repeating that same path all the way down to the base of my spine. The softness of her touch reaches way beyond muscles, ink, skin, and bone and touches my very soul. Now I know why Asher, Lukas, Storm, and Vandal lost their minds for their girls. There is nothing in the universe that comes close to this feeling.

"Are you shaking?" she asks, kissing my chest and peering up into my face.

"Yeah, I think I am."

"Why? Are you okay?"

"I want to be everything you need me to be. I just don't know how. I'm constantly fucking up."

"Talon, no, you're not. You do so much right, you don't even know."

She pulls my head down to kiss her and moves slightly beneath me, rubbing against my naked cock that’s getting harder by the minute. My hips grind a slow, seductive circle against her as I run my hand down the length of her body, hooking my finger on the edge of her panties and tugging them down a few inches.

"Asia…" I breathe, my voice desperate for her, my lips lingering on hers. I want her so badly.

"Yes. I want you," she says breathlessly, her hand pushing down the other side of her panties and together we pull them off, our bodies pressing together in a frenzy the moment the red silk fabric is out of the way. I press my cock against her warm folds and kiss her lips hungrily. "You're sure?" I whisper between kisses. "Please be sure…"

She reaches down between our bodies and palms my cock, rubbing the head against her wet entrance. I grab her hand from between us and pin it above her head, entwining her fingers with mine. My mouth claims hers again as I slowly push my cock into her, causing her to gasp against my lips. Her body trembles as I go as slowly and gently as I can with her, frustrated with the harsh realization that there is nothing I can do in this life that will not cause her pain in some way, physically or emotionally. She will always bear the cross of me.

I move in and out of her with drowsy strokes, our lips resting against each other while her breath flutters against me, a mix of pain and pleasure for her. This isn't how I fantasized being with her would be like. I envisioned taking every inch of her with my mouth and hands, driving her insane and ramming her from every angle on every piece of furniture I could get her on and then doing it all over again.

But this…this has nothing to do with actual sex and everything to do with finally connecting in every way and becoming one with her. A truce of sorts, of giving in, of throwing our hearts up in the air and hoping the other doesn't miss and lets it fall splattering to the ground.

I push her hair away from her face and cup her cheek with my hand, sinking into her just a little bit more. Her thighs spread wider for me, and she lifts one toned leg to wrap around my waist, hesitantly taking me even farther into her. She feels like heaven wrapped around me.

My dick pulsates as she moves slowly with me, her hands flexing on my hips as small moans and sighs flow from her lips. I let her set the pace and depth and continue to kiss her, coaxing her to find that sweet spot and let herself go. And when she does, her walls contract fiercely around me and she hugs me tighter to her, whispering my name as I come with her.

Our tongues tangle in a slow, dreamy kiss as our breathing calms and steadies, and I don't want to let her out of my arms or my sight for anything. I'm not sure how, but this girl is seeping into my heart.

Rolling us to the side, I keep my arms around her and rain soft kisses on her cheeks, her eyelids, her throat—the need to make her feel cherished all I care about right now in hopes she doesn't regret letting me through that barricade she had around herself. I am guilty of not ever being a gentle or sweet lover, but she makes me want to be one now for her.

We lie in silence, not speaking or playfully teasing each other as we usually do. But her hands moving slowly over my body while I kiss her speak way more than words ever could. She tucks her head against my chest, beneath my chin, and wraps her arms tightly around me like she's afraid I'm going to disappear once she falls asleep.

Not a chance.

I wait until her breathing is soft and even against me before I let myself drift off to sleep, like I've been doing every night for the past few weeks. Slowly, everything in my life is turning into putting her first, and I'm not going to fight it.