Longing...
Want...
Both were buried deep into the kiss, making Lexie's legs weak enough to buckle, her heart foolish enough to skip a beat and her mind lost in a place called desire.
This was what she missed since morning, his lips, his touch...him over all and since she was receiving what she had longed for, she couldn't be happier.
Her slim arms encased him, pulling him closer as she drowned in the warmth that diffused from his body and her lips clung to his plumped ones, sucking hungrily at each as butterflies started to fly around in her stomach.
She felt blissful, more so when Zheme's tongue ran along her bottom lip, coaxing her to let him in. Without hesitation, she did, lips slipping apart, giving Zheme's tongue way to caress hers in a way that had her poor heart hesitating to beat.
Her hands fisted the back of his shirt, a moan which Zheme
Lexie didn't know what to say, if she said yes, then she'd get to go outside, but if she said no, then in this prison cell, she'd be locked in all her life. With squinted eyes she looked at the ring, it was beautiful, the gold going well with the purple diamond, but pretty or not, an engagement ring marked a commitment between two persons, a commitment that Zheme and her hadn't fulfilled yet. They weren't in love, they didn't breach that stage yet, but were they getting there? Lexie was confused, more so when Zheme took her left hand and whined the golden thing on her ring finger. "There, it fits perfectly, now all that's left is for you to promise me that you won't leave my side...ever." Lexie's eyes darted from the ring to him, indecisiveness swirling in their depths. Should she? Or should she not? She wanted t
Already dressed, Zheme sat on the bed, watching as Lexie dug through the closet in search of a dress. She had tried on many, all of which looked extraordinarily beautiful to him, yet her incessant search had yet to end. She'd put them on and then just fling them off and at the moment she was becoming quite annoying. Sighing in obvious frustration, he leaned back, using his palms which were pressed flat against the bed as leverage. "We're already running late, choose one and let's go." Lexie looked back at him, eyes narrowed. "Since it's so easy, you choose." At that, Zheme's head tilted a little to the left. It couldn't be that hard, could it? It was just a dress, any dress would do. Deciding to take the challenge, Zheme eased off of the bed and walked pass Lexie to the closet. His eyes scanned the mess on the inside and without even fully assessi
Lexie looked from her family to Zheme, a shaky smile spreading across her lips as she embraced him in her arms. She could feel the tears that defined her joy running down her cheeks, she could feel as the intensity of her happiness gradually increasing...at this very moment, she felt everything; mirth, sadness, excitement, she didn't have a steady emotion, but the most prominent of all was joy. It had collided with her heart like a river does a sea and now it ran like blood through her veins, touching everywhere including the very tip of her toes and the crown of her head. It even ran along her arms which squeezed tight around Zheme too, ran across her lips which a subdued 'thank you' slipped through, and it ran along the tips of her fingers as she finally pulled away from the embrace, heart doing flips when she noticed the little twitch at the corner of Zheme's lips. "You're welcome." With the back of her ha
Zheme sat on the couch in his office, sandwiched between Lexie's brothers. They were more annoying than Lexie herself and quite bold with their inquisition. He couldn't believe Lexie was cruel enough to leave him with them, even if she was at the other side of the room with her parents. They were killing him...killing him with questions. "How old are you again?" Zheme glared over at Casper, the youngest of the three. "I'm twenty thre—" "We don't care about his age Casper, what we want to know is how he managed to take Lexie away from Mark." Andrew... Zheme now knew him to be the biggest idiot of the three despite his age. "Again, that is none of your business." Andrew swung an arm over Zheme's shoulder, pulling him close enough to whisper. "Come on, Lexie was head over heels for Mark and then she so suddenly left him for you?" Andrew shook his head in disbelief. "What d
It was official, Lexie was going to hell. She lied to her parents twice in just one day and what's worst, she didn't feel bad about it. She lied about Mark, well technically, it wasn't a lie, Mark truly didn't want her. But then she went ahead and lied about loving Zheme or was that really a lie? She wasn't sure, but from the start, she only lied to benefit him. If she had told the truth, then Zheme would be in deep trouble and in order to dig him out of that trouble, she lied for him. What an idiot she was, what a damn fool! She lied for him and now the bastard sat behind his desk doing work, while she sat by the couch bored. She was beginning to lament lying for him, because up until now, he hadn't even looked up to know if she was alive or dead. If she could, she'd take off a foot of her heels and fling it at his co
The kiss started out slow, Zheme's lips moving against Lexie's with a caution Lexie seem to despise. She wanted him now, not just his attention, but now, she wanted to drown in the wilderness of his touch. She wanted to live on cloud nine, get high on his passion as if it was a drug, but this slow and patient kiss wasn't enough to make that happen. She wanted something more dangerous, something more than just intimate, she wanted.... In aid of her desire, Lexie deepened the kiss, lips moving fiercely against Zheme's, forcing him to keep up. Her arms encased him, pulling him closer to get the comfort his warmth always provided, but still it wasn't enough, she wanted to be naked, she wanted him naked, she wanted their bodies together, connected as one...she just...she just wanted him. She could feel it in her core, the heat, the desperation that only his touch could diminish, execute and bury, she could feel it
Lexie laid breathless on her back as Zheme pivoted his hips, c*ck still buried deep inside of her, so deep that Lexie could've sworn it touched her heart. Right now, she was in a world of pure bliss, a world of pleasure that had her legs shaking in anticipation of her release and her lips trembling in aid of holding back her needy moans. She was seeing pretty butterflies, some green, green grass and her world of pleasure would be incomplete if colourful and vibrant flowers weren't buried into the fruitfulness of the earth. Zheme was the only man who had ever and who could ever take her to such a place, just one touch and she was gone into a world that only existed when he was around, one touch and his name was all she could pronounce. She didn't know how he did it, but he brought her pride low enough to have her frequently begging him for something she could never get tired of, somethin
Zheme pushed the door open after twisting the knob, his hand moving forward to gesture Lexie inside. With a curt nod, she conceded to his silent command, steps taking her inside the house she had previously called a prison cell. They had not much long ago left the office and though the drive here was awfully quiet, it was comfortable. Lexie had watched Zheme through a half of it, the way his hand tightly gripped the steering wheel, the ways his eyes would squint at each and every stoplight and the way he'd glare over at the noisy drivers who wouldn't stop honking their cars. It was cute, the difference between the glare he'd issue to her and the one he gave to them. It was a lot more lethal and even though it wasn't directed at her, Lexie still felt intimidated. He had looked at her like that once too, on the first night she came here, he had looked at her with a deadliness that made Lexie th