Risky Temptation (17 page)
Authors: Gemma Hart
Halle gasped as I thrust in again. She squirmed and writhed in pleasure. I could tell she was near. She must’ve been in just as much need as I had been. Reaching down, I pinched one of her nipples hard as I thrust myself in.
Halle’s eyes widened as her entire body exploded around me in ecstasy. She cried out and arched deeply against me as she left her orgasm course through her.
Her pussy contracted tightly against my cock as she reached her climax. I gritted my teeth to hold on for a little longer.
Ignoring her release, I continued to plunge in and out, deep and hard. Every thrust, I aimed to bury myself as deep as possible.
Halle fell back onto the bed, limp as a rag, shaking her head. “No,” she murmured hazily. “I can’t….I can’t come again….”
I thrust into her hard, making her moan in pleasure. Her cheeks were turning a lovely pink.
“You will,” I said assuredly. “You can and you will.”
I thrust in again, feeling my own control start disintegrating. I lowered myself, taking her lips roughly. “Come again,” I said. “Come with me.”
And on the next thrust, we fell apart into each other’s arms, shouting out our release. I felt all of myself being poured into her and I knew she had poured herself into me.
Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re in good hands.
I leaned over her, our breaths mingling. When I rolled over, I carried her with me. She rested her head against my chest, the delicate weight reminding me just how precious she truly was.
I held her close and we lay together in comfortable and loving silence. I don’t know if we fell asleep for a few minutes or a few hours but at some point, I knew we were both awake but still pleasantly drowsy.
“Halle,” I said, brushing her hair off her forehead with one hand.
“Hmm?” she replied, her body completely tangled with mine.
“Marry me,” I said.
I felt Halle’s body stiffen in surprise. And then she melted against me as if she had suddenly been liquified. She leaned her forehead on my chest before raising her head up, her eyes glowing with humor.
“It sounds like you’re telling me, not asking me,” she said teasingly. “Do I even have a choice, Mr. Desmond?”
I gripped her tightly about the waist. “Your choices are ‘yes’ and ‘yes, Miss Margot,’” I said.
She grinned. “Oh well then.” She tossed off a lock of honey blonde hair from her shoulder. “Yes. I will marry you.”
She then leaned down and gave me a taste of heaven on earth.
Chapter
Twenty Two
Halle
The award glittered brightly on the table as the sun hit it just right.
Amateur Theorist Award—James Raymond.
To protect his identity, Jamie only used his first and middle name.
I sighed with pride as I stared at the award, set down in the middle of our table outside our favorite café in Paris.
“Now you can
really
enjoy your holiday,” I said, beaming at Jamie. “With this award under you belt, you can just relax and enjoy yourself.”
Jamie grinned. We had literally just arrived in France this morning to enjoy a well deserved holiday for everyone. Paris had become one of our little traditions and I was glad to be back. I had insisted on Jamie bringing his award with him. I wanted to take a picture of him with it under the Eiffel Tower, much to his embarrassment.
“Amateur Theorist Award,” Marco said, reading off the plaque. He shook his head wryly. “Now if only there was a way for you to use that brain so you didn’t keep running that mouth.”
“Hey!” Jamie protested. “You can’t make research presentations without a mouth. My mouth
got
me that award, thank you very much!”
Marco grinned. “Then god help us all.”
I laughed.
As I lifted up my wine glass, Jamie’s eye was caught on my hand. A slow smile spread across his face, warming it up thoroughly.
“And congratulations again to
you
,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. He winked. “Sister-in-law.”
You couldn't stop me from smiling even if you had stapled my lips down. I looked down at my left hand where a large sparkling diamond sat on my ring finger.
Every time I saw it twinkling against the sun, a burst of happiness filled my entire being.
Marco had surprised me with the ring.
I hadn’t actually expected one. With how unusual our lives already were, I certainly wasn’t expecting a typical engagement or wedding. And I was fine with that. All I wanted was to be with Marco and to know I’d spend the rest of my days being with him.
But one night, after dinner, we had gone upstairs for bed. It hadn’t been a particularly special night. We had fallen back into our usual routine more or less. Zeke had actually decided to stay in London and had found a flat not too far from us and occasionally visited us.
As we climbed into bed, Marco had put an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. He smiled down at me with a look of such tenderness, it nearly made me want to cry.
He lowered his head, kissing me with a gentle thoroughness and then proceeded to make love to me with all his heart.
He lingered over me, making me squirm and cry out for mercy. He buried his head between my legs, stroking my clit with his tongue over and over again till I came with such force, I thought I would pass out.
He squeezed and massaged my breasts as if they were the most perfect pair he had ever seen. He tongued and nibbled and bit them in turn, making me writhe in agonizing pleasure.
Through all this, no matter how many times I tried, he wouldn’t let me return the favor. Instead he would force me back or pin me down so that all I could do was take.
And when his cock finally entered me, I came immediately. I couldn’t help it. My body had craved his thickness and feeling my pussy stretch so deliciously, my body had instantly exploded in release.
But of course, Marco was only just getting started then. He continued his slow, tantalizing strokes, making sure that I was good and ready for my third orgasm. I begged. I pleaded. I told him it would be impossible. The two orgasms I had already had had been so explosive, I didn’t have anything left in me.
But it all fell on deaf ears. Marco had simply taken my lips and said, “Then let’s just go all night, sweetheart.” And thrust deep into me.
And of course, my body, despite my mind,
was
able to rise to the challenge. Unbelievably I felt that familiar heat bloom within me again. I ran my hands over Marcos’s broad chest, healed from all the bruising. The muscles were taut and solid underneath my palm.
He was so strong and so real. I never felt more at home than in his arms and thanked the stars every night for this miracle.
And as Marco thrust in once more, he reached down and pinched my clit at the same time. My scream was mingled with his roar of release as we both came hard from the heavens.
I shuddered and shook in his arms, letting wave after wave of ecstasy overcome me.
I don’t know when I had fallen asleep but I came to, neatly tucked into Marcos’s arms. I tucked my head in against his chest, feeling like the perfect puzzle piece.
We rested together in silence when suddenly, Marco reached behind him towards the nightstand on his side of the bed. He pulled open a drawer then closed it again.
Turning back to me, he held me tightly in his arms as he presented a small box to me. He flicked it open with his thumb and inside sat the most perfect and beautiful diamond ring.
“Nothing in this world, no diamond, no jewels, could ever come close to your value,” he said, brushing his lips against my forehead. “So this ring has nothing to do with how much you’re worth but how eternal my promise to you is.”
“Your promise?” I said, my voice thick with emotion.
“I promise to never leave your side,” he said. Immediately I broke down, letting the tears of happiness pour heedlessly down my cheeks. “I promise to protect you. I promise to fight for you. I promise to never let you cry alone. I promise to hold you,” he squeezed me tightly. Then pressing his lips fiercely on my forehead, he finished, “I promise to love you. Always and forever.”
He pulled the ring out of the box and held it between us. “Marry me?” he said. This time it was a question.
Not a question stemming from doubt but a question stemming from partnerhood. We were lovers, soulmates, but more importantly, partners. We were each other’s partner in this journey called life.
And partners did things together. They decided together.
“Yes,” I said, my voice watery and thick. I held out my left hand and Marco slid the ring down my finger.
A perfect fit.
I looked at the ring now, sitting in Paris. It was a beautiful ring. But looking up, seeing Jamie and Marco sitting next to me, smiling and happy and whole, I knew what was more beautiful than any diamond.
It was love.
Marco caught me eye. He gave me a warm smile that melted every bone in my body. Over Jamie’s head, he mouthed, “I love you.” Then he threw me a rakish wink.
I smiled, feeling as if nothing else could make this day any more perfect. No matter what, I had Marco. I had love.
And that meant, I had enough.
The End
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