Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 611

Somehow, Tarquin found himself sweating bullets, his breathing heavy and laden with an intensity that seemed to scorch the air itself. His gaze, fiery and desperate, suggested he was on the verge of losing control, his emotions a tempest barely contained.

The bulging veins on his forehead, coupled with the unmistakable tension in his body, hinted at a struggle within. And from the evident arousal and the heat in his eyes, it was clear he was about to snap.

Elysia, though not the sharpest tool in the shed, was far from foolish. She could tell exactly what was going on with him, and it sent her heart racing, fear tightening its grip on her throat. "You... oh..."

Before she could say another word, Tarquin silenced her with a kiss, a clear sign he had lost all semblance of control. He wanted her, with a desperation that bordered on madness.

door with one

met in a clash of desperation and desire, a kiss so intense that Elysia found herself struggling for breath. His tongue invaded her mouth, tangling

crumbled under the weight of his desire. Tarquin, fueled by her submission, grew even more fervent, driven by primal urges

her, but his body's desires were another story. Just like he knew he should wait for

wanted to lose himself in her like he did in his dreams. The fire within him burned fiercely, and the physical ache was becoming

Elijah, Evan, and Emmett listening anxiously. After dragging Tarquin back to the

for a moment, the tension palpable. The boys feared their identities and their mother's would be exposed if they couldn't convince Keith to