*Natalia*
Tallon gave a surprised look as if he wasn’t sure whether I was being truly serious. And the thing was, I wasn’t sure either. Was it even possible to put together a whole wedding within a week?
Still, the thought of being Tallon’s wife within re days had my heart fluttering.
He didn’t give an imdiate answer, not that I expected him to. Tallon rely sat back in his chair and pondered on the idea as if it were actually possible.
The more he sat there thinking about it, the more excited I grew at the possibility.
I shook my head and brushed off the crazy idea. Tallon had such a huge family, and it wasn’t fair to him to expect them all to co running for a last-minute wedding. Big families like that expected big weddings, I was sure of it, even though my side of the family wouldn’t mind at all.
I was thinking about how impossible it would all be when Tallon’s deep, sexy voice spoke out.
“Yes.”
My heart jumped into my throat when I glanced up to find Tallon smiling at with a wondrous glint in his eyes. He nodded his head and spoke.
“Let’s get married in a week,” he said firmly.
I couldn’t stop the excitent shooting out of as millions of chills raced down my body. Was he being serious?
“Really?”
He waved his hand in the air. “Why not?” he asked. “It’s our wedding. The day is ant to be about us, isn’t it?”
The corners of my mouth pulled my lips into a wider smile. “Very true,” I remarked. “But how are we going to book a venue for a wedding in just a week?”
He sat there thinking again, and it was making even more excited.
Tallon gave a suggestive look and smirked. “Who’s to say we need to even book a venue? Why not have it all here? We certainly have the room for it.”
My mouth fell open. Oh my God. Why hadn’t I ever thought of that?
We’d been looking around at all these big estates with elegant grounds and large rooms for the reception, and here we were sitting in the middle of such a place the whole ti.
The compound was, indeed, large enough to hold such an event. But what truly snagged my interest was that it was private. There would be no dealing with other couples and venue coordinators or worrying about last-minute mistakes that often happened.
And I’d never need to worry about Bianca booking our own ho for her wedding.
“I think that’s a perfect idea,” I said.
I jumped up, unable to contain my excitent anymore and thankfully, Tallon got up and t halfway. I threw myself into his arms, feeling the warmth and comfort of his body against mine.
I felt his finger on my chin, and he tilted my head up so that our eyes t.
“You’re going to be my wife this ti next week,” he said firmly.
The words sent tingles all through my body, and I stood on my tiptoes so his lips could et mine.
For a mont, I let myself relax with him, relishing the knowledge that our future was going to begin so much sooner than I’d thought.
But then I opened my eyes—sooner than I thought....
“Oh, no,” I said, a little too loudly for how close we were. “I have a million things to do!”
He chuckled against my lips and tasted for a few more seconds before we forced ourselves apart.
“And I’ll help in any way I can,” he said. “This is our wedding, and I want to be a part of planning it.”
My eyes watered at his sweet words.
“We’d better start with a list,” I said.
Tallon nodded and got so paper and pens out of the sideboard, and we sat down next to each other at the table while the staff cleared away our plates.
With no venue rental to think about, planning the wedding was surprisingly easy, at least on paper. My dress was taken care of. We’d need flowers and decorations, and a cake... and we’d need soone to be the officiant.
“I have soone in mind for that,” Tallon said.
“Oh?” I asked.
“Let’s just say I have a lot of connections,” he added.
I giggled and moved on to the other items. Granted, the list was a bit long for a one-week turnaround, but it was doable. We had staff and plenty of people to help, and I was beginning to really envision the event happening soon.
It was so thrilling, I could hardly sit still, but between and Tallon, we got a pretty good handle on the details.
“It’s been a crazy day,” I said.
It was true. I’d gone from thinking things were over between us to planning a very speedy wedding, right here in our own ho.
With everything firmly on paper, I was starting to feel tired from all the excitent.
“Let’s pick this up tomorrow,” Tallon suggested.
He stood and rubbed my shoulders, and I closed my eyes at the feel of his hands on .
“We won’t get more done tonight,” he said. “Let’s get so rest.”
I nodded, standing up and taking his hand as he led down the hall. After the emotional rollercoaster of a day I’d experienced, I was ready for my head to hit the pillow. We made it up to our bedroom and I slid my way into the bathroom.
I smiled into the mirror as I took what was left of my makeup off and slipped my silky nightgown over my head. Just as I was finishing up, I switched the light off and made it back to the bedroom.
But I stopped short.
Sitting across the room, on the very edge of the bed, was Tallon.
My heart pounded in my ribcage at the gorgeous sight of him with nothing on but a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. His shoulders were bent hunched forward, and the dim lighting around the room gave his dark features an ethereal flair.
There was no mistaking the sultry, passionate look that was held deep within his eyes.
I knew this look.
I could barely find my voice. “Tallon?”
His heated gaze raked over my barely clad body. He silently pushed his hand out and crooked two fingers toward himself, beckoning to move. My feet, unconsciously, dragged forward till I stood between his bent legs.
My body swooned when I felt the palms of his hands splay on the back of my bare thighs. His touches were feather-light. He remained quiet for a brief mont before finally speaking.
“I just... I need a mont,” he said roughly.
My brows pulled together. “A mont? For what?”
He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and pulled closer to him. Tallon leaned his head to rest below my chest.
“I feel like I almost lost you today,” he explained. “When you left... I didn’t know where you were. It terrified the hell out of .”
My breath caught in my throat while a horrible sensation clawed at my insides. I nearly gasped.
Oh, God.
An overwhelming wave of guilt spiraled inside of as I raised my arms to envelop him in a tight hug. I curled my fingers through his thick hair and bent down to place a loving kiss to his head.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. “I shouldn’t have done sothing so impulsive as to leave and not at least tell soone where I was going.”
Tallon tilted his head back. “I love you too much to ever let anything happen to you, Natalia.”
And with that statent, my heart filled with a heavy warmth that I would have gladly suffocated in.
“I love you too,” I said, “so, so much.”
He bent forward to place a kiss in the center of my chest. His one hand snaked its way down to the hem of my nightgown.
My nerves jittered and coiled as the tips of his fingers brushed along the lacy material of my panties. He cursed under his breath and slid them down the curves of my legs.
“I need you.”
I bit my lip and smiled. “You have ,” I moaned.
Much to my dismay, Tallon pulled his hand back, but only to bunch the material of my nightgown over my head. Once he tossed the garnt away, he hastily took hold of my waist and flipped around so that I was lying face up in the center of our bed.
My giggles were quickly drowned out by the glorious sight of him looming over . He leaned down to capture my mouth, spreading kisses all along my neck and down my collarbone.
My moans grew louder when I felt the hot, wet sweep of his tongue swirl around my nipples. He took my other breast in his hand and firmly massaged the mound before rolling the pad of his thumb over the stiff peak.
The ache between my legs beca unbearable. I tried lifting my hips up to catch any ounce of friction I could get. But Tallon was quick to press back down into the mattress. He firmly planted himself between my legs and brought his hand to my slick folds.
He groaned in the back of his throat. “You’re so wet for .”
“Tallon, please,” I breathed.
He thrusted a single finger into before pulling out and returning with two. He kept his pace consistent and on the border of torturous. With every twist of his hand, I raised my hips up to et his ministrations.
“More,” I begged. “P-please, Tallon. Please, I need more.”
A broken moan slipped from my mouth when he pulled himself back. I raised myself up on my elbows to see him doing away with his pants and boxers as he threw them on the floor.
He took himself in his hand and gave his cock several long strokes before moving back to kneel between my opened thighs.
He pressed the head of his cock into my core and gave one strong thrust forward. We both let out a heavy sigh and fall into a delicious rhythm of pure need. Tallon snapped his hips forward in a punishing pace, hitting that perfect spot deep inside of .
“So fucking perfect,” he hissed between kisses.
I was so close to the edge, and when I looked up into his eyes, I was done for.
“My Natalia, co for ,” he ordered.
My mouth fell open as a series of whimpers and moans echoed off the walls.
My vision grew dark, and all I could feel were Tallon’s strong arms wrapping around . I felt this thrust grow stronger as he neared his climax, and we both moaned loudly into the air.
He collapsed next to and pulled to his chest, our breaths slowing as I listened to the firm beat of his heart.
I smiled and thought happily to myself, ‘I’m ho.’
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