I Thee Take: To Have and To Hold Duet Book Two by Knight, Natasha (ready to read books .txt) 📗

hair. She’s wearing a soft lilac tank top and matching sleep shorts. She’s put on a couple of pounds finally so she’s not all skin and bones.

I walk toward her, pulling my shirt off over my head.

Her smile fades and she puts the brush down.

“I need to talk to you,” she says, her tone more serious than I expect.

“After.”

She licks her lips when I wrap my arms around her waist. I didn’t tell her I know what her uncle did to her. It serves no purpose. I have a feeling she left out some things about Mara, but she probably did it for the same reason.

I look down at her, into her soft caramel eyes. She is so beautiful, my wife.

Walking her backward to the wall, I kiss her, taking her wrists from around my neck and dragging her arms up over her head.

“I don’t like these,” I say against her mouth, pushing the silk shorts down with one hand. “Skirts and dresses only.”

She kisses me back. “I’m not wearing underwear. You like that, don’t you?”

I cup her sex, feel the soft hairs that have grown back in since the terrible night of the auction.

“I do. Very much. But I’m still burning any jeans or pants you own.”

Her lips stretch into a smile as I kiss her. When I flick a finger over her clit, she gasps into my mouth.

I take her mouth in a deep kiss. Then dip my head to kiss her neck, releasing her arms only to pull the tank top off so she’s fully naked. I stand back to look at her, take in her fuller breasts with their darkened, hard nipples.

“Fuck,” I say, shaking my head, dropping to my knees before her. This woman, my goddess, my Fury, she deserves to be worshipped. “Spread yourself open for me.”

She puts her hands on either side of her lower lips and spreads herself open.

I look at her, at her swollen nub, her glistening pink pussy. I dip my head down and flick my tongue over her hard clit before taking it in my mouth. I need to catch her when her knees buckle as she wraps her hands around my head.

I stand, lift her with me and carry her to the bed. Drawing the blankets down, I lay her back on the pillows and spread her legs open. Feasting first with my eyes, then with my tongue and mouth, I taste every inch of her. Hearing her gasps, her cries, feeling her fingers in my hair, twisting it, curling into it, drawing me to her as she pulls her knees back offering me all of her. She’s mine. All mine. And I’ll never let her go again.

I dip my head down to taste her again and listen to the sound of my name on her lips as her body jerks, as she fists handfuls of the bedsheets, arching her back, giving me everything.

I stand, draw her to the edge of the bed, wiping the back of my hand across my lips as she watches.

“You taste so fucking sweet. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.” I push my jeans off, step out of them.

Her gaze drops to my cock. She licks her lips and slips to her knees before me, touches the tip of her pretty little tongue to me.

“Fuck,” I mutter as she wraps her lips around the head and sucks just a little. Just enough. “That’s so good. So fucking good.” I brush the hair back from her face. She looks up at me and I think about how much I like her mouth on me, how soft and wet, but that’s not what I need tonight. I need to be inside her.

I draw back. She groans as I lift her to stand. I bend to kiss her before bending her over the foot of the bed. She keeps her legs spread wide and arches her back.

“You’re perfect,” I say, dipping my head to lick the length of her, hole to hole, before straightening, bringing my cock to her entrance.

She looks back at me as I push into her. I slip one hand under her to play with her and lick my thumb before laying it against her back hole.

She likes this, arching her back for more. I’m happy to give it to her and I’m harder as I look at her like this, stretching to take me, offering herself to me. I press my thumb into her, and she lets out a deep moan. I draw out and flip her onto her back before sliding into her again. I lean in for another kiss, all teeth and tongue now as the fucking grows more frantic. Before long, she’s moaning against me, clutching me to her as she shatters around me, making me lose control as I lose myself inside her.

When I finally open my eyes, I find her watching me.

A tear slides down the corner of one eye as she cups the back of my head and leans up to kiss me. I think this is ecstasy. Not the orgasm. Not the physical. But this. My wife beneath me, filled up with me, her hands on me, her smile, her tears.

My heart belongs to her. My soul belongs to her. And hers to me.

That’s the real ecstasy.

“I love you, Scarlett.”

Epilogue 2 Scarlett

We’re lying in bed, Cristiano’s big arms around me. I’m curled into him, our heads resting on the same pillow.

He’s playing with a strand of my hair. I touch his unshaved face, liking the stubble.

“I would be dead if it wasn’t for you,” he says.

I study him, thinking about what I need to tell him.

“I didn’t want to live afterward. I wanted to die. Even though I knew it would kill Dante, I just couldn’t. But then there you were, and you made me remember things. Made me feel things. Made me care again. Maybe you make me less selfish, Scarlett.”

“You’ve never been selfish, Cristiano.”

He shrugs a shoulder.

“I need