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Authors: Tiana Laveen
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my family and my people…and that is exactly what I’m going to do…”
As long as I have my son and Jayme, I don’t need anyone else. Anyone who jeopardizes that will die. There will be no discussions. No empathy. No tears. Only death…
*** *
Jayme walked into the darkened house at two in the morning. The faint smell of rubbing alcohol entered her nostrils. She grinned at the all too familiar odor.
Xzion has been in his lab…
She immediately cut off the alarm, then stifled a scream as Xzion’s tall, muscular form loomed beside her. He appeared as if spit out of a cloud of dusky smoke.
He whispered low in her ear, “Shhhh….” Then he led her gently away, their fingertips barely touching as he stayed two steps ahead of her. As they passed a series of blue lights in the hall, her eyes adjusted. She soon realized the man was stark naked. His tight ass clenched with each stroll of his confident stride, his steps commanding yet soft against the hard wood floor. They passed their son’s room, and as if on cue, he pushed his free palm against their bedroom door, opening it. A soft, romantic glow of pink light emerged and flirted with their forms. Jayme came around him, her purse half off her shoulder and her lips slightly apart.
“You didn’t…you couldn’t…” Speechless, she turned from left to right, then in circles. The entire bedroom had been redecorated. Jayme hadn’t had a chance to put her special touch on the place, but nothing she dreamt of could have surpassed this. Gone were the stark white lights, walls and hard, silver and stone furniture. The walls were now covered in wine quilted material that looked as luxurious as it felt. She ran her fingertips across it, her heart beating faster and faster. A muted gold quilted headboard looked as if it were carved into the wall. The bed was covered in matching wine and gold sheets with a thick comforter and chocolate throw pillows. The new end tables, void of ice drawers, were chocolate and tan with gold accents and clear globe vases that gave a touch of modernism in the romantic environment. She glanced up at the ceiling and spoke softly, tripping over her own voice.
“…You even changed the light fixture. It’s just gorgeous, Xzion.” A small crystal chandelier hung above her, catching the light of the flickering pink candles on the nearby vanity. He remained quiet as he leaned against the wall, allowing her space and time to take it all in. She sat on the opulent golden seat at the foot of the bed and curled her legs under herself, as if she needed comfort. Xzion slid his foot from the wall and approached her. He sat next to her and ran his long nose against her cheek. She sighed in his embrace, the weight of the world melting from her body as he pressed his palm into her back, drawing her closer into him. The scent of his skin, musky and fresh, titillated her to the point that her tired body seemed to forget its state of being. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his haunting, dark eyes.
“You told me tomorrow was fine.” She grinned and slowly closed her eyes, while wrapping her hand tenderly around the back of his neck. “You had this planned all along.”
“I did, yes,” he said matter-of-factly, a small, crooked smile on his clean-shaven face.
“I know we’ve been, well, not together like that in a while.” She sighed and looked away from him. “The room is beautiful, Xzion. If this was your way to remind me of the passion in our lives, then you’ve surely done a bang up job.”
“Thank you.” His voice rumbled close to her ear as he caressed the back of her hair.
“How was Zachary today?” She leaned back from him, trying to stifle a yawn as she removed her coat and set her purse down. She didn’t miss the growing hard on between his legs. Her body sent her mixed messages. She was utterly exhausted yet hungry for his loving.
“He was good, real good…” he said huskily as he gripped the back of her
As long as I have my son and Jayme, I don’t need anyone else. Anyone who jeopardizes that will die. There will be no discussions. No empathy. No tears. Only death…
*** *
Jayme walked into the darkened house at two in the morning. The faint smell of rubbing alcohol entered her nostrils. She grinned at the all too familiar odor.
Xzion has been in his lab…
She immediately cut off the alarm, then stifled a scream as Xzion’s tall, muscular form loomed beside her. He appeared as if spit out of a cloud of dusky smoke.
He whispered low in her ear, “Shhhh….” Then he led her gently away, their fingertips barely touching as he stayed two steps ahead of her. As they passed a series of blue lights in the hall, her eyes adjusted. She soon realized the man was stark naked. His tight ass clenched with each stroll of his confident stride, his steps commanding yet soft against the hard wood floor. They passed their son’s room, and as if on cue, he pushed his free palm against their bedroom door, opening it. A soft, romantic glow of pink light emerged and flirted with their forms. Jayme came around him, her purse half off her shoulder and her lips slightly apart.
“You didn’t…you couldn’t…” Speechless, she turned from left to right, then in circles. The entire bedroom had been redecorated. Jayme hadn’t had a chance to put her special touch on the place, but nothing she dreamt of could have surpassed this. Gone were the stark white lights, walls and hard, silver and stone furniture. The walls were now covered in wine quilted material that looked as luxurious as it felt. She ran her fingertips across it, her heart beating faster and faster. A muted gold quilted headboard looked as if it were carved into the wall. The bed was covered in matching wine and gold sheets with a thick comforter and chocolate throw pillows. The new end tables, void of ice drawers, were chocolate and tan with gold accents and clear globe vases that gave a touch of modernism in the romantic environment. She glanced up at the ceiling and spoke softly, tripping over her own voice.
“…You even changed the light fixture. It’s just gorgeous, Xzion.” A small crystal chandelier hung above her, catching the light of the flickering pink candles on the nearby vanity. He remained quiet as he leaned against the wall, allowing her space and time to take it all in. She sat on the opulent golden seat at the foot of the bed and curled her legs under herself, as if she needed comfort. Xzion slid his foot from the wall and approached her. He sat next to her and ran his long nose against her cheek. She sighed in his embrace, the weight of the world melting from her body as he pressed his palm into her back, drawing her closer into him. The scent of his skin, musky and fresh, titillated her to the point that her tired body seemed to forget its state of being. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his haunting, dark eyes.
“You told me tomorrow was fine.” She grinned and slowly closed her eyes, while wrapping her hand tenderly around the back of his neck. “You had this planned all along.”
“I did, yes,” he said matter-of-factly, a small, crooked smile on his clean-shaven face.
“I know we’ve been, well, not together like that in a while.” She sighed and looked away from him. “The room is beautiful, Xzion. If this was your way to remind me of the passion in our lives, then you’ve surely done a bang up job.”
“Thank you.” His voice rumbled close to her ear as he caressed the back of her hair.
“How was Zachary today?” She leaned back from him, trying to stifle a yawn as she removed her coat and set her purse down. She didn’t miss the growing hard on between his legs. Her body sent her mixed messages. She was utterly exhausted yet hungry for his loving.
“He was good, real good…” he said huskily as he gripped the back of her
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