Trust Me, Please!

Before I have a chance to respond to Esis' words, he has my chin in his oversized hand and takes my face to his. Our eyes clash and I lose myself in the depth of his gorgeous blues. His piercing gaze continues to hold me before he bows his head. "I'm obsessed with you. I love you so much. Please, keep remembering that," he whispers against my lips. Our tongues connect and my husband takes the time to explore my mouth, so tender and intimate that my toes curl.

"Never be afraid of me, Magda. I know you are baffled by my confession, but I promise you that everything will be all right. As long as you hold on to our love. Will you do that, my love?" I nod vehemently. I love my husband, but his behavior in the last few minutes has left me terribly confused. But I don't want to dwell on that now. The flame he keeps fanning in me demands fulfillment again, and my mind refuses to reason at this moment. "Words, darling. Give me your words," he demands softly in my