He’d done all he’d done and, especially when it allowed himto give Daisy the life she deserved, he’d done it without remorse.
But Marcus stared at the stairs up which his wife haddisappeared.
And for the first time in his life, repentance slicedthrough him like a blade.
She moved on him, her hands trailing his abs, hereyes watching, her glides slow, her face languid, her bottom lip caught in herteeth.
Christ, she was beautiful.
Marcus put his hands to her hips, bucked and turned, takingher to her back, him over her, loving hearing her breathy gasp.
He lifted his head, moved inside, feeling her sleek, wetsilkiness gorgeous and tight around him.He looked in her eyes, found her hand,and laced his fingers through hers.
“Love you, baby,” she whispered, rounding his thighs withher legs and lifting her hips to take him deep.
He touched his nose to hers.“Love you too, Daisy.”
Then he took her mouth, tightened his hand in hers, slid hisother one between them, down, and found her.
She whimpered against his tongue.
Marcus went faster.
“Love you,” he whispered against her lips.
“You too, Marcus.”
He kept moving, faster, deeper, harder.
“Love you,” he repeated.
Her fingers clenched his hand.
“Love…” her body jolted, “love you.So much.Love you,honey.”On that, her neck arched back and she breathed, “God,Marcus.”
Her hand tensed in his, so hard it caused pain through thewebbing.
He didn’t care.
He was focused on watching his wife coming.
The next morning…
Marcus took in a breath then took hold of thecase holding a pearl necklace against a bed of blue silk.
He took it to his pajama drawer, shoved the clothing aside,laid it on the bottom of the drawer and pulled the clothing over it.
After that, he went downstairs and nabbed the two glasseswith peacocks on them that his wife had on display in a glass-fronted cupboard,the only things on their shelf.
He took them upstairs to their closet and set them where thepearls had been.
In the coming days, weeks, months, he knew she’d noticed thepearls were gone.
And it carved right through his heart what it meant when shedidn’t say a thing.
But his Daisy knew how to do one thing very well.
She knew how to move on.
