With eyes that held an indescribable amount of joy, Lexie looked around, heart buried deep in a pit of felicity, mind lost in the midst of a world of pure bliss.
She felt home, felt prideful, felt happy, felt free.
She felt as if the invisible shackles that had held onto her hands and feet had disappeared, felt as though she had finally stepped out of her prison cell.
But how ironic it was that the person who had restrained her, the same man who had locked her in that cell was the person to let her out. He had twisted his key, pulled the door open and had held her hand and led her on an adventure.
On their path, he made her feel numerous emotions, fear, sadness, lust, anger and the most favourable of all, he made her feel happy.
On their path, he had converted, changed from a man who only wore black to one fully clothed in white.
On their pa
Zheme's vengeful eyes had watched as Lexie entered Mark's open arms, they had watched with envy, anger and a firm grudge when she had leaned back to kiss his flustered cheeks and they had also watched as she waved happily as he stepped outside. It wasn't just a goodbye, to him it was something more and though he was curious, he didn't want to know what word would be fit to describe their passionate exchange. Sighing, he turned away from the door, turning his back to Lexie who's eyes now watched him with curiosity. "Why were you glaring at me at dinner?" Without answering, Zheme walked away, his steps taking him to the stairs and with a heavy heart he climbed up each and every one of them. Lexie followed him into their shared room, watching as he flopped down on the bed, then with a tenuous sigh... "I'm not able to deal with your perplexity at the moment, there's another room beside this one,
Lexie's lips started to move with as much vigour as his, her arms coming up to circle his neck, her inquisitive fingers grabbing onto his head of black hair. She felt as light as a feather, all her troubles and worries dispersing into the passion of the kiss and all her insecurities washed away with the water that rained down on them both. Zheme was soaking wet, his clothes serving as an obstruction to block her from touching him skin to skin, to wholly feel him. It has been so long since she had seen his chest, since she had caressed his bare back. Every time he touched her, she'd always be the one completely naked, giving him the pleasure of exploring her. But what about her exploration? Why can't her fingers take a trip down his bare chest? Why can't her nails dig into his back? And why can't her palm encase the hardness of his rod?
With one smooth thrust, Zheme was sheathed inside, Lexie's wet, tight cavern clenching around him as a cry of pleasure slipped off of her delicate lips. Zheme rolled his hips, his large, lengthy shaft breaching deep within her depths, casting her back into that world of pure bliss. His hands were still hanging onto her ass, his lips buried in the crook of her neck and his thick, long shaft swelling with need as her wetness openly embraced it. It felt good, the way it clung to every inch of him, the way it squeeze at his consciousness, heightening his desire and leading him onto a path of pure pleasure. It was always like this... Pleasurable, satisfying, passionate, every time they touched his gratification would breach its pinnacle and sometimes even surpassed it. It was as if Lexie was made just for him, every inch of her was molded just to please him... her body, her beauty and her personality, everything a
Lexie woke up, still wrapped in Zheme's particularly strong arms, both of them naked, both of them skin to skin. It felt better this way, she could feel everything, his heat, his muscles...she could clearly feel him and she couldn't be happier. Slightly pulling away, she looked up at him, first identifying the fact that he was still asleep, eyes sealed shut, plump lips slipped ajar. To her, he looked beautiful this way, breath after breath slipping pass his lips and loose strands of black hair now tormenting his face. Reaching forward, she shoved them aside, index finger running along his jaw and down to the soft, delicate skin of his neck. Her finger breached lower, running down to his chest and circling his stiff, pink nipple before continuing on its journey down. He was truly a masterpiece of perfection, his abs were prominent along his stomach, her inquisitive finger chasing each one and
Lexie glared at Zheme as he shrugged on his jacket, hand slowly twisting the door knob as he looked back at her. "I'm ready." That wasn't what Lexie wanted to hear, but unfortunately for her, those words were what left the cunning fool's lips. "How could you?" She asked, voice strong with malice. "You said you weren't gonna go." Zheme sighed for the hundredth time, hand disregarding the knob to drop lifelessly by his side. "I wasn't gonna go, but it's different now since dad called." "Why is it different?" "He said he had something important to talk about, maybe he wants to find out if you're ready for marriage." Marriage? That man must be a bigger fool than Zheme. "Well in that case, I am not, tell him that." Zheme's face twisted into a frown, back resting against the door. "Last night you said you we
Lexie's heart that was foolish enough to believe him tore right open, her eyes leaking hot tears as she drowned in betrayal. He promised! He said he wouldn't, yet he still went ahead and did. What a fool she was, thinking she could change him. What a fool she was, to have believed him. What a damn fool! She had made a complete idiot out of herself all because she was too gullible. Tearing her gaze away from the floor and up to his dark eyes, Lexie rubbed her burning cheek. "Why...?" Her voice was croaky and dry, subdued and audibly vulnerable, yet still Zheme tucked his hands in the closure of his pockets, eyes assessing her rather coldly as he voiced out..."Wasn't it a rule to stay away from my office? Or did you foolishly forget?" His words hit her right in the chest and it seems that was his aim all along; to puncture her
Zheme sat in his office, unable to go to bed. After all, he had done something he had promised not to. He had slapped her and once again beaten her into unconsciousness. He had said some pretty awful things too and he was terribly sorry, but his heart held no regret. What he had done, had to be done. It wasn't an excuse, it was just the plain truth. Sighing, he reclined in his chair, mind traveling back to the conversation he and his father had earlier. •••—Flashback—••• • "Son." As always, that was the first word to escape the pits of Maxwell's mouth, a sly smile on his lips as he twirled his office chair to the left. "It's been so long since I've seen you, how have you been?" "Fine father." Zheme replied, voice calm despite the lingering fear he felt for his father. "How about you?" "
Lexie woke up in the same room she had grown to dread, eyes droopy, lips dry, body overly weak. Her hands were shackled above her head, feet restrained to the floor and though she wasn't sure how to feel about her current position, she was certain that fear was what she felt most. Fear of what to come, fear of who he had become, so much fear that she felt as though it was stifling her. It was settled around her neck, tightening as the seconds ticked by, it was like a snake, slithering down her skin, planning to eat her alive. It was frustrating, to fear the person you were once so comfortable around and it was sad to still think that everything he did up until now was just a slip up. He had promised her and he had kept that promise for so long, so why break it now, why hit her? Why restrain her? Why..? Just why...? She had glared at him before, sh