Edward stood at the foot of the bed and watched Talia sleep. Her naked body was sprawled over the tangled black sheets like an open invitation.
But he had to resist. He had already f****d her the night before, into the early hours of the morning. Even though he knew she wouldn’t complain if he chose to wake her for another round, he decided to give her the chance to rest and regain her strength.
He almost couldn’t believe it had already been three weeks since Clement Marvick and his sons had attempted to run them all into early graves. The days had been filled with a lot of work, sorting out that mess and ensuring Talia’s life was forever secure. But the nights had been wild and passionate.
Edward looked at the source of that passion once more, then stepped away and began to dress up
