20. Talia

Finally.

Talia had used every ounce of her feminine wiles on this man. And her feminine wiles were scarcely more than tartish ruses.

She gasped as Jensen effortlessly lifted her into his arms, shutting the door and carrying her towards the bed. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she savoured the ravenous feel of his hands on her skin.

Her back hit the bedsheets, and she barely registered their softness before Jensen loomed over her. His mouth crashed into hers in a wave of groans and nips, and Talia couldn't get enough. She needed him more than she needed the air she breathed. Her nails dug into his skin, latching on with all their strength.

Jensen pulled his shirt over his head, their kiss only pausing long enough for him to fling it across the room. And then his lips were on hers once more, their bodies a tangle of need and lust

Talia moaned into their embrace—in pleasure and in relief. Her hands travelled into his hair, over his chest, down his spine, over his forearms, and everything in between. It had been so long. She'd yearned for him for so long she almost couldn't believe he was finally here, returning her touch with one far more savage.

"You," he growled, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine, "are a vixen."

"Only for you."

His eyelids lowered, as though that thought pleased him. He hummed out a long, low noise of satisfaction. "Only for me," he agreed, sitting back on his haunches to take her in, his intense gaze darting over her body.

Even after waiting for him for months, Talia shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze. She lay spread for him, her thighs resting over his. She was on show, with nothing to hide behind.

Her breasts were fuller than they had been the last time she and Jensen had been together, but they sagged a little lower than last time too. The stretchmarks on her stomach were also a new addition, as was the stubborn baby weight on her hips.

Despite it all, Jensen's touch was reverential. Her self-consciousness ebbed away at his response to her body—his rasping exhales, his eager gaze. "Do you know how my need for you has consumed me since New York?"

Talia shook her head, eager to hear more.

"I wanted to come to you so many times. Even then, I knew what this was between us was something more."

There was that relief again. The knowledge that she hadn't been alone in her pining. Her voice was a small, strangled thing. "Jay."

His smile was visible for a brief moment before he bent down once more, taking her lips in a desperate kiss. "I've craved you for so long, Talia."

"Then take m—"

Jensen cut her off in a kiss that tasted of fiery desire. His body was a wall of firm muscle above her, his strength shifting as his lips travelled down her neck. The roll of his hips against hers was an ever-present tease against her needy clit, and Talia arched her hips to take maximum advantage.

But he took advantage too, his lips closing around her aching nipple. Talia gasped, sliding her hand to the back of his head to hold him in place—only for him to pull away almost instantly.

She realised why a second later, when she saw the drops of breast milk on his lips. He touched his hand to his mouth, as though he didn't immediately clock what it was.

Their eyes connected, and he slowly lowered back down, licking away the beads of milk dotting her nipple before taking it in his mouth once more, her gasps of pleasure filling the room.

Jensen groaned as he swallowed, delicate vibrations travelling around her nipple.

She'd never expected this. To have his weight bearing down on her, his cock throbbing against her, and his lips at her breast, swallowing her milk. "More," she pleaded. Before this moment, she wouldn't have imagined this in her wildest dreams, but somehow with Jensen… it felt right. Everything did.

His breathing was heavy as he switched to her other breast, leaving the first knotted into a tight, sensitive bud. The more he sucked, the more needy she grew. She writhed beneath him, locking her legs around his hips and pulling him closer, desperate for that final bit of stimulation.

Jensen took pity on her, because then his touch was there too. He pushed her thighs wide, circling her clit until she was so sensitive she almost couldn't stand it. It was somehow too much and far too little, keeping her on the edge of sanity.

Talia let out a strained moan, her legs beginning to shake. Oh god. The pressure was building around her, "I'm going to come," she whimpered, almost fearful of its devastation.

But Jensen had no such qualms. His eyes darkened as he gave a victorious moan around her nipple—and that was all it took for her to break.

The last lucid thought she had was to clap her hand over her mouth, and thank fuck she did.

Talia shattered beneath him, her climax seizing control of her body. Her spine arched up, frozen for so long she thought it might never end. Leg muscles locked tightly around Jensen's hips, she fisted his hair with her free hand as he lapped hungrily at her breast.

By the time it was over, her muscles had been taut for so long they were stiff. Jensen seemed to know it too, rising from her breast to cup her cheek and take her lips in a blissful embrace. She moaned into his kiss, tasting the sweetness of her breast milk on his tongue.

"I need you," he whispered. "I need you more than anything, more than everything." His forehead fell against hers. "But I don't have a condom."

She shook her head. "I'm on the contraceptive implant." She tapped the inside of her right arm. "That's what this scar is."

Jensen brushed a finger over it, frowning. "I don't like this."

"What do you mean? It's something like nine—"

Breaking off her sentence with a kiss, he shook his head. "I don't like that you scarred yourself. Contraception should be my responsibility, baby girl, not yours."

How could this man be so sweet one minute and then be drinking her breast milk whilst she orgasmed the next? "After everything… I wanted to be sure."

His brows drew together momentarily. "Are you sure though? Even with the implant, there are still risks."

"I'm sure," she assured him. "And I'm clean. I haven't been with anyone else."

A forceful exhale left him; a sigh of relief. "Neither have I."

Hearing it confirmed lightened a weight off her shoulders she didn't know she'd been carrying. She probed deeper, needing to hear him say the words. "Was that by choice?"

"Yes," Jensen nodded, his hands moving down his body to undo his trousers. "Because I knew no one could compare."

Another sigh left her. "Jay," she whispered, watching him free his cock. It bounced upwards, flushed a dark reddish purple. Drops freely wept from the tip, landing on her skin.

He stroked it leisurely—almost tauntingly. "Do you remember how my cock tastes?"

Talia nodded, her teeth biting into her bottom lip. "I remember everything." She ran a hand over his chest, soaking up how he felt. "How you look. How you taste. How you feel when you're inside me."

A smirk came to his face, and he ran the head of his cock down through her sensitive folds, before bringing it back up. It came out glistening with her arousal, but Jensen only did it again.

Talia closed her eyes, exhaling when he lingered over her clit, teasing her until her body was humming with need. "I want you inside me."

A shudder passed over his shoulders, and his eyelids lowered. "Say it again."

"I want you inside me, Jay. I need you inside me."

There was his cock again, sliding downwards to notch at her entrance. Jensen was in no rush, it seemed. She gasped as his length stretched her, lost in ecstasy. Had anything ever felt as good as that first stretch? "Yes," she moaned, clutching whatever parts of him she could get her hands on.

Jensen grunted out a curse, his breath coming in pants. "You're so tight."

"Give me everything. Please."

"Not yet," he responded, his cruel grin tormenting her. "I want to savour your reaction to every inch of me. I want to remember your expression as you stretch tight around my cock."

She closed her eyes. "Oh god."

"My name." He gripped her chin, turning her head back to focus on him. "My name should be the only one on your lips when I'm so deep inside you."

Talia gave him what he wanted, her words little more than whimpers. How had she taken all of him inside her in New York? "Jay."

"There's a good girl," he purred, letting out a groan as his hips finally met hers. He took her lips, muffling her sobs of pleasure. "I'll never forget the way you look like this. The flush on your cheeks, the scarlet in your hair, the bliss in your eyes. You're mine, Talia. And you were always meant to be."

She nodded, wiggling her hips to lure him into moving. Her need began to build the longer he stayed still, a niggling sensation that grew with every second that passed. "I'm yours, Jay. Always."

Giving them both what they wanted, Jensen moved, pulling his hips out only to seat himself deep inside her once more.

Talia gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. The feeling was even better than she remembered, a rapturous, pulsating symphony of desire. With each powerful thrust, it became harder and harder to hold in her moans—and as he picked up speed, it was almost impossible.

Above her, Jensen seemed to be having similar troubles. She loved him like this; wild and out of control, grunting with exertion and need. And somehow she was the woman who got to reap the rewards.

Heat swelled within her, growing with each roll of his hips. Her eyes wide with alarm, Talia shook her head. "I can't come again," she pleaded, her legs beginning to shake. It was too much, too sensitive, too overwhelming, too intense, too everything.

He nuzzled her hair, his hips slamming into her. "You can."

The onslaught of pleasure twisted her voice. It was almost here, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. "Jay."

"Come with me," he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

In the millisecond before the intensity detonated, Jensen seized her mouth in a possessive, dominating kiss.

Talia cried out against his lips, lost in the waves of pleasure crashing over her. Her legs shook around his hips, but Jensen's thrusts reached their peak. He groaned into their embrace, squeezing her with all his strength as he came.

In the midst of her earth-shattering climax, she managed to open her eyes just enough to allow her to watch him, committing him to memory like this. How he moved inside her. How his arms felt around her. How he sounded as he came. How his expression contorted into bliss. How his warm, spicy scent enveloped her.

How she was safe from the outside world. How she knew she could depend on him. How she trusted him to be a father to their son.

How he pulled her into his arms after making love to her, and it felt like she was floating on air.

Nestling against his scarred chest, Talia clutched him tight—but somehow it was never tight enough.

Letting out a sigh, she glanced up at him. "I need you," she admitted.

"You have me," he told her, cupping her cheek with easy affection. "Always."

Talia smiled, her happiness carrying her into a blissful sleep.