"Remember tonight for it is the beginning of always."

― Anonymous

The air outside was the same but the air inside thickened with the many layers of intimacies.

Tyler pulled away from me and kissed my forehead softly. "You mean a lot to me, Claire. A hell lot than I thought you would be."

I felt each of his words settle in my body, rising a beginning of a smile on my mouth. Admitting anything related to feelings were too hard for Tyler but he openly admitted my existence in his life and that I meant a lot to him. That was as far as I love you for me.

And nothing else mattered because I already knew I loved him.

"I.." I hesitated. I wanted to tell him what I felt but something in me hesitated. So I said, "You mean a lot to me too."

Suddenly, there was a change in his posture and expression. His grey eyes darkened and his grip on both side of my hip tightened. "I can't wait anymore. I need to have you, Claire."

A feeling of trump swapped through me at his words. I made him feel needy. I made him ache for me. I nodded as a blush started creeping on my cheeks at his unashamed inspection of my body in a barely covered lingerie.

Tyler pulled me to his arms, pinning me against the wall of his chest. An exhilarated breath escaped me as his perfectly sculpted pair of lips claimed mine fiercely.

My hands roamed over his taut manly chest hungrily as the band of muscle at my lower back forced my hip tight against his front, making me achingly aware of his hard arousal.

With a throaty growl, he picked me up and threw me at the middle of his massive bed. The bedsheets beneath me felt like silk as I watched Tyler with hazy eyes. His hands caressed my ankles before unclasping the heels. Dropping them on the floor, he glided his hands over my thighs and reached my waist.

I sat up enough to let him slip the last material off my body, baring every inch of my skin to his hungry eyes.

"Beautiful." He huskily whispered. "You are beautiful. Never doubt it."

There was no way I could doubt from the way he couldn't stop his eyes from taking me in. He leaned back and stood up to take off his briefs which emitted a silent gasp from me.

It wasn't the first time I had seen his bare chest or long strong legs but it was the first time for me to see every inch of his glorious body. His whole body screamed tanned and muscled. Tyler had a body of a warrior and pleasure coursed through me at the manliness and strong stance he possessed.

My hesitant eyes fell lower and my jaw nearly dropped. He was already long, full and hard. I realised he was hard for me and felt my confidence rise once again.

After taking my fill of this astounding man, I raised my hands and beckoned him near, wanting to feel his strapping body against my own body. Tyler didn't disappoint me. He came to me and ran his hand over my thighs while kissing me passionately.

He stopped momentarily to clash his eyes to mine but my body demanded his love quite viciously. This body of mine needed to feel him, all of him. I gripped the back of his neck and pulled him back to my lips. I nibbled at his lips then let out a unexpected moan as Tyler took his hand higher and slid his fingers along my inner thigh.

My body came alive at his experienced fingers as I felt the first onslaught of pleasure. I had never been with a man who took his time with me. Well, I had been with only one and now I realised there was no problem in me. I just needed the right man for me and I found him.

When Tyler gazed at me, I was panting for breath. The smugness was rolling off him in giant waves. He leaned down and touched his lips to my ear. "It's going to be only me who can satisfy you, my wife."

I literally purred at being called as his wife. I pushed at his shoulder when my body cooled down but the slight tingle of pleasure was still present. "Then let me be the one who can satisfy you, my husband."

At my words, his eyes flashed and I could see pure, raw desire in them. But then he groaned and closed his eyes. I didn't know how I would satisfy a primal warrior like him. I had no experience in that but I just knew I had to return the pleasure he had given me.

When there was only silence from him, I took matters onto my own hand- quite literally. My hands reached his lower body and my fingers barely touched his rock, hard arousal before his hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me from feeling his hardness.

"Don't." He gritted out. When hurt flashed in my eyes at his denial to be touched by me, he pressed his lips to my forehead then trailed a burning path to my collarbone, stopping at the skin atop my breasts. "It's been long, Claire. Too long. If I let you touch, it would be over for me far too soon then I'd like."

His words settled in me, with a ton of joy. There had been no one for too long. No one for him.

I smiled with a twinkle in my eyes. "There's always a next time."

His eye lifted from my heaving breasts, a bright grin graced his handsome face, committing a promise for future. "There's definitely many, many, next times."

He didn't even pause after his words as he devoured my chest. His moist lips closed on my hardened peak and as his teeth graced those sensitive buds, I gripped his soft hairs and pulled hard.

Grinning, his mouth left them only to be replaced by his hands. "Aren't you the eager one?" And he squeezed them, making me cry out in surprise.

"Tyler, I need you! Now!"

Hovering over my body, he nodded and then leaned back on his knees, positioning himself between my thighs. A whimper left my mouth as the head of his thick anatomy feathered my entrance.

As he invaded slowly and sensuously, my insides tightened around him. He paused, gritting his teeth and letting me get used to the feeling of him, full and hard, throbbing inside me.

Too long for me too.

When I wriggled beneath his composed body to encourage him to move, he complied without wasting a minute.

"Your wish is my command, Mrs. Sanders." He flashed a wicked grin before pulling out then sliding deep in me with one strong thrust.

"Holy macaroni!" I shouted at his fullness stretching me more.

A laugh came from above me, accompanied by a groan as our body moved on their own. "I'm trying to work here, woman. Don't make me laugh." His gruff voice, laced with humour said.

I tried to say something coherent but my mouth turned into a blabbering mess as Tyler started speeding up the tempo.

My nails had a good grip on his shoulders as Tyler showed me fifty shades of stars behind my closed eyelids. By the time we were both huffing and sweating, my husband stroked me one last time before we both went over the hill and climaxed.

Sweet Lord!

*******

The chirping of birds woke me from the most peaceful sleep I ever had. My eyes opened and the room was still dark, aside from the light from bedside lamps and the sunshine escaping from the gaps of the shutters.

I glared at the shutter-covered windows. I thought they were soundproof but apparently not. I could even hear the faint roar of a lawnmower. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, I noted it was around eleven in the morning. We slept late yesterday. We--

That was when I became fully aware of the presence behind me. Yes, we slept late. I didn't know when since we lost track of time in our haze of passion. My body still tingled remembering the things we did the night before.

As my whole body awakened, I became aware of one thing. I wasn't much into reading romance novels but I had a sister who loved drowning herself in adult romance novels much to know about the morning wood digging into my rear, right at this moment.

I wiggled at the feel of him but stop short when he stirred in his sleep, stuffing his face deeper into my hairs. After a single thought, a mischievous grin appeared on my face and I giggled at the wickedness of my thoughts.

No one can blame me. He's legally mine, after all.

Carefully, I removed his powerful grip around my waist and sat up before slipping under the thin quilt draped over us. The sight that greeted me under the sheets had me swallowing my own spit and I faltered at my action.

When did I become so daring?

Perhaps, yesterday night opened a new trait in me. I felt so bold as I noted his dominant legs slightly bended and his impressive manhood standing tall with the same arrogance the man himself possessed. With my blood spiking up as every second went by, I brushed my hesitant fingers over the mushroom head, only to have it twitch.

I stifled a squeak at the movement. Oh God, what was I doing? I should be bathed in holy water but this handsome man should be repaid for the earth shattering feelings he entrusted in me yesterday night.

Bravely, I wrapped my hand around his hardness, feeling so warm and soft under my skin. Swinging my legs over his thigh, I straddled him before leaning down and kissing the top of the twitching member.

A grumble was my response. Soon a hiss followed as my lips closed around him. The sheet was lifted off in seconds and bright grey eyes fixated on me with intense lust.

"I could definitely get used to waking up like this." His hoarse voice with the reminisce of sleep drifted over me and I nearly had a climax of my own at the sexy sound.

While he kept his darkened eyes on me, I merely beamed at him before continuing whatever I was doing that had him groaning and moaning in pleasure.

"Ah, shit!" He called out as his hips buckled beneath me. "Claire!"

After he calmed down, I sat up straight eyeing him thoroughly. "Was I good?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Good?" He raised his eyebrows then gave me a very satisfied grin. "Damn, woman. When did you turn into a hellfire?"

"Perhaps, you bring out the hellfire in me." I said coyly, crawling over him and dropping my head in the crook of his neck. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight.

"Then I should thank myself."

I playfully bit the side of his neck and he chuckled. "Hellfire and wild."

Smiling against his skin, I said. "We should get up and freshen up before Lydia comes home."

He nodded and sat up with me. Standing beside the bed in all his nakedness, he cradled me in his arms. "But I need you in the shower."

And I didn't ask why he needed me in the shower because I already know.

It took us around an hour before we could take our hands off each other and dress up for downstairs. As we descended the stairs, I swatted Tyler's hand from my behind.

"Behave!" I glared at him playfully but couldn't help the shivering at the open desire floating in his eyes. I couldn't believe he still wasn't satisfied.

It was like the more we touch each other, the harder it gets to keep our hands off each other.

As soon as we entered the dining room, I caught the whiff of several dishes before I even saw it. Plates and plates of the finest breakfast dishes of different cuisines were lined up on the long dining table.

I gave Tyler a questioning look and he shrugged. "Ms. Gemma probably wanted to congratulate us." He said as he gestured toward the table. "This is her best way to do it."

"Well then, it's a good thing I'm starving." I rubbed my stomach and took a seat. Tyler joined me by taking his own seat at the head of the table.

Two maids came in and filled our glasses before leaving us to enjoy the breakfast. Halfway through, we heard a car in the driveway and soon a little girl's voice greeted us.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

"Lydia!" I reached out my arms and hugged her. "How was your sleepover at grandpa and grandma's?"

"It was great. I had so much fun. Grandpa watched a movie with me and grandma made my favourite breakfast." She said as she went to Tyler and dropped a kiss on his cheek. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her on his lap.

"So you slept late, huh?" Tyler raised his eyebrows and mocked a stern look.

She gave us a sheepish smile. "Yeah but Grandpa did too!"

I laughed before nodding in deep thought. "Grandpa did too huh." I looked at Helen standing by her son. "Maybe Grandma can scold him."

"Nah." Lydia shrugged her little shoulders before picking at her dad's plate. "Grandma loves him too much just like you love daddy."

Silence followed after her comment. I tried not to make any eye contact with Tyler as the flaming blush started growing on my cheeks.

How does this little girl easily pick up on adult emotions?

Sensing the awkward vibes, Helen stepped forward. "Well, I should be going now. I got a brunch to attend at the club with all the ladies."

"But have something." I insisted, swallowing away my discomfort. "There's so many food here."

I admitted that I was in love with this man but he didn't know about it and no way would I let my discomfort blurt it out.

She shook her head. "No. You kids enjoy." She walked to the doorway before turning back at us. "But one more thing, have you guys decided where you want to honeymoon?"

"Ah..." I finally met Tyler's eyes to find him already looking at me quite strangely. An unknown emotion hovered over his face making me squirm in my seat but then he blinked and the whole expression changed.

"Do we have to go somewhere?" He asked me, picking up his glass to sip the juice.

Before I could answer, Helen exclaimed. "What kind of question is that? The answer is of course. Plus a vacation will be good for you, son. You're too cooped up in that office of yours."

Tyler rolled his eyes and an image of -a teenager rolling his eyes at his mom while she was lecturing him- came into my head. It was probably the teen Tyler I imagined. "Fine. We'll talk about it."

"Good." She nodded at her son and enthusiastically smiled at her granddaughter who had her eyes down. "What say, Lydia? A whole week at grandpa and grandmas?"

"Okay." She smiled back but I could see right through her composed smile. My little girl didn't want to be left alone but she didn't want to complain about it either.

I cocked my head at Tyler and he said. "No, that's alright, mom. Lydia will be fine with us. Wouldn't you, Lydia?"

"Huh?" She questionably leaned up to meet her father's gigantic face over her small one.

"Where would you like to go?"

A astounding look came over her face. "I'm going too?"

"Ofcourse, honey." I reached out to her and touched her shoulder. "We can't leave you. We're a family."

"But I heard only mommy and daddy go to honeymoon?" She glanced between me and Tyler.

Tyler threw his hands up in the air. "Where does she hear all these things?"

I chuckled. "Relax. It's probably school."

"And I'm going." Helen blurted out before taking her leave. We both watched her go and then, Tyler turned back to me.

"Maybe, I should talk to school committee." He muttered, a scowl taking over his beautiful face. "Hey, Chloe is the teacher, right? Maybe, I sh--"

"Oh, no you don't." I widened my eyes and shook my head. "Chloe is going come after my behind if you hunt her down for this silly thing."

Before he could open his delectable mouth again, a little voice said from between. "So am I going or not?"

"Yes, Lydia." I said. "You're coming with us. Consider it like a family vacation."

"Yay! Holiday!" She jumped up and clapped excitedly. "Means no school!"

And she ran upstairs, her happiness could be heard all around the house.

Tyler turned his head to me and pointed to the direction, Lydia just went away. "Who's child is that? I mean I loved school at her age."

I threw my head back and laughed. "Did you just make a joke?"

He merely rolled his eyes and continued his meal.

Doing the same, I glanced at him in amusement. "Aww, don't be sad. She's like just every other child in the world."

"Funny." He muttered drily. "I'm not sad. I just wanted her to be more like me than..."

I paused sensing the lane his thoughts were traveling then walked to stand behind him, wrapping my hand around his neck and placing my chin on his shoulder.

"She's a lot like you. You just don't see it."

"Because I don't understand her much?" He asked me quietly but before I could answer, he added. "After all I wasn't with her from day one."

"Tyler, I told you. Now matters the most. You are here now." I hugged him tight, my breasts digging into the top of the chair.

"But it will always be on my conscience."

"Tyler.." I started.

"But I'll try to look on the bright side." He intervened, catching my eyes with his own. A small smile barely hanging over his mouth.

Seeing that, I drew close to him and placed a kiss on his mouth. His tongue licked my bottom lip, beckoning me to open my lips and give him entrance but before his moist tongue could sweep in, I pulled back.

"My chest is really hurting now." I grimaced.

"Come here." He chuckled, tugging me around and placing my bottom on his lap. "I'll kiss it better."

And he did kiss it better--well them to be exact until ofcourse, the sound of soft padding reached us and to save us from explaining why daddy was kissing mommy's breasts, we reluctantly broke apart.