With his cheek resting against his palm, Zheme watched as Lexie slept.
She looked like an angel, face as flawless as a blank sheet of paper, lips as red and plump as cherries, lids tightly screwed shut, nose as straight as an arrow. She was beautiful, carved out of diamonds and as rare as a gem.
But though she seemed so...so innocent, she was the devil incarnate. She was evil, maliciously evil and all her evilness was taken out on him.
She even went as far as to fight him in her damn sleep. Her kicks and punches were unrelenting, but what hurt most was the kick that landed in his shin. That was what had awoken him up, and he felt like returning the favor by kicking her off the bed, but the angelic look on her face had stopped him.
Gosh he was whipped, adoration swirling incessantly in his obsidian eyes. He wanted to know what exactly about her he was so drawn to?
But wh
Zheme released his thick, long and hard rod, then he laid back against his pillow, watching Lexie expectantly. "You want me so much, why don't you take me?" Lexie's legs shook at his husked out words, and finding it hard to refuse such a preposition, she eased into a sitting position on the bed, legs moving over to cage Zheme's. "I-I don't know what to do, I've never done this b-before, I...I-" Zheme's hand gripped her hip, gently squeezing it. "I know Kitten, I'll guide you through it, but for now, put it inside." Lexie looked down at the hard solidified thing resting heavily against his stomach, and just like last night, an abashed feeling settled within her stomach. She felt shy, self-conscious even, but the intensity of her arousal allowed her to ignore that single emotion and instead grip him within her palm. Her hands were shaky as she lifted him, guiding him between her folds, and her
Zheme stepped outside, a small smile whining across his lips as he turned to look at Lexie who stood by the doorway. "I'm leaving, Gimme a kiss." Lexie huffed, arms folding across her chest. "No." "Why not?" "Because...I don't want to kiss you." A lie, that's what she told, but her pride would never allow her to tell him that she craved the touch of his lips and the touch of his hands. "And besides, I haven't yet brushed my teeth." Zheme frowned, lips forming into a gorgeous pout. "And?" "And I... I'm going inside." She pivoted on her feet and that was enough encouragement to have Zheme pulling her back, flush against his chest. "I asked so politely and yet you refused, do you want me to take it by forced?" Slowly, Lexie shook her head, cheeks growing red. "No, I-I'll kiss you." Zheme nodded against he
Lexie sat on the settee furthest away from Dan with a begrudging look pasted like a mask over her face. She didn't like the old man, in fact she hated him as much a frog hated salt, but she was curious and though curiosity killed the cat, satisfaction brought it back. And she'd receive that life restoring satisfaction today. She had just showered and brushed her teeth and on her way down the stairs, she had caught her hair in an overly messy bun. But Lexie didn't care about looks or hairstyle now, the truth of her kidnap was a lot more appealing to her. So she shuffled on the settee, propped her elbows on her knees and rested the weight of her head in the palm of her hands. "You can talk now." Dan smirked, using a hand to gesture her closer, but Lexie didn't move, she merely glared. "I'm sure you can talk from there, I'm not getting any closer to the old midget who had whipped me." "Midget?"
Lexie wiped her cheeks and stood with a shakiness in her stance. "I-I can't " she stuttered out. "Why would a father do that to his child? Why...? Just why...?" She felt miserable, sick to the stomach, felt like she was buried in a deep pit of repulsion. She couldn't imagine how Zheme felt... Abused? Unloved? Mistreated? Or perhaps he felt violated? After all, his childhood was brutally taken away from him, he didn't get a chance to enjoy his youth like she did, yet she had been nothing but a pest to him. She had perplexed him until even she felt annoyed at herself, but she'd stop now. For he wasn't a person who deserved to be perplexed, he had dwelled in enough torment already, now he needed to see the light, he needed to know that the life he was taught to live, wasn't a life at all, and Lexie would
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
"Kellen, come here!"The five year old boy looked over at his mother, eyes sharp. "No, I told you, I want this." He pointed to the pack of Oreos on the shelf. "And I'm not leaving this supermarket without it."Lexie shrugged, grasping the handle of her trolley. "Alright then, stay here then. I'd be happy to leave a naughty boy like you behind."Kellen's lips curled into a frown, eyes becoming glossy. "But momm—""My answer's final Kellen, you're not getting it."Lexie shoved the trolley pass her son, leaving him to stare watery at her back. He sighed, rubbing his hands in his jeans as his eyes darted over to his father who stood beside him. "Daddy...?"Zheme looked down at him then at the pack of Oreos. "Mommy said you're not getting it." He informed, watching as his boy groaned out in frustration before speaking again. "But daddy didn't say so did he?"Kellen's frown stretched its way into a grin when his father grabbed
"Push!"With a loud groan, Lexie did as told, tears running like a river down her cheeks.It hurts, the pain was more than just prominent, so immense that it had her weak legs shaking. She didn't know what to do, all she was told was to push whenever she felt a contraction, but that was hard considering the relentless pain each contraction brought along with it.She tried though, she was trying so hard for her baby boy. What if something happens to him?He was premature and that fact only proved to worry her more, for premature babies were sometimes born with a disability. She didn't want that for her child, she wanted him healthy and fit, though if he was born with a disability, she'd love him the same.A sudden cry edged her lips when another contraction was bestowed upon her, each lasted a minute and this time, she'd use the minute well. She pushed; hard, hands clutching the sheets, teeth gritted.She could feel it, the head j
Lexie's eyes fluttered open, bringing her out of a world of darkness and into one of light.She had fallen asleep on the couch last night, eating ice cream and watching 'friends'. But it seems even after complaining that he wouldn't, Zheme had lifted her and brought her here.Such a sweetheart he was, the perfect husband and yet everyday she found something new to taunt him with.Yesterday, she had taken his slippers, knowing well enough that hers were too small to fit him and today, she was going to confiscate his computer or rather hide it.With an evil smile, she threw his arm from around her protruding stomach and shuffled off of the bed. His computer was kept in his office when it wasn't in use and that's exactly where her steps took her.She twisted the door knob, wasting no time to push the big, rectangular board open and as she stepped inside, her eyes sought for it.On his desk, she found it, seated perfectly amongst mul
Lexie padded to the couch and with a heavy sigh, she took a seat beside Zheme. After the marriage, they had started off clean, the past was put behind them and what laid before them now was the present and the future.They had left the house behind too and had moved to a different one, one more modern and one in which they've already started their new life.Lexie was almost eight months pregnant now, her stomach blown as big as a floating balloon and Zheme only made matters worst by constantly calling her a pig. Not because she was fat, but because she ate a lot. Around the clock she'd be stuffing her face and when she wasn't doing that, she was either tormenting Zheme or painting.Now though was one of the times she felt the need to perplex her husband. He had been doing office work since morning and though he still looked after her, Lexie wanted to feel more important than the computer that sat in his lap.So she hauled the thing from him, placi
Lexie wiped at her eyes, crawling closer to him until her head rested against his shoulder. "I just want you. I'm sorry, I won't do it again, just... Just please hold me...please."Sighing again, Zheme leaned away from her. This girl truly knew what to do to drive a nail in a man's heart.She made him feel guilty, but her plead for him made his thick length even harder. He wanted her too, so god damn much. He could feel the desperation, the immensity of his need and it wouldn't hurt to finally feed his desire.Without much thought, a finger of his slithered its way under her chin, steadying her face so that her teary eyes resided on him. "I'll hold you Kitten, just promise not to do that again, you should be patient, don't I always satisfy you in the end?"Lexie nodded. "Yes, always but are you going to do that now? Satisfy me.""Only if you promise to sometimes wait."Lexie held up her pinky, handing it to Zheme. "I promise."
"Entertain...?" Lexie questioned, following Zheme up the unfamiliar wooden stairs. "What do you mean by entertain?" "I mean..." Zheme sighed. "You're going to show me exactly what you do in the mornings while I'm asleep."Lexie fumbled with her fingers, eyes watching as he opened up the door to the bedroom. "I can't...I can't possibly show you that, it'd be mortifying.""Then...I can't forgive you either." He stepped into the room, eyes scanning the creativity that laid inside.The room wasn't big but it had all the essentials: a king sized bed decorated with fine sheets and seemingly soft pillows, a nightstand upholding a stylish lamp and decorative items and a built in dresser with a flat screen TV on top and an arm chair beneath it.It also had double doors that lead to a balcony that issued a marvelous view of the sea and a seemingly comfortable couch in the far corner of the room.Zheme grabbed the armchair from beneath the
"I can't believe you glared at every single thing that moved at the reception."Zheme's grip on the steering wheel tightened, eyes fixated on the fairly dark road. "I told you I didn't want to go, didn't I?""Well yes, but that doesn't give you the right to scare my friends away, you even gave Mark a middle finger!""He should be lucky that that's all he got, I really wanted to punch his damn face in. Who invited him anyway?""I did." Lexie informed."Well in that case, you're the one that deserves this." His left hand loosened the wheels as he issued Lexie a middle finger. "Pocket it nicely.""Pocket it?" Lexie demanded, grabbing at his hand. "How about I do this instead?" From between her lips, her tongue slithered out, slowly circling his finger. "Isn't that much better?"Zheme yanked his hand away from her, wide eyes leaving the road to stare at her. "Did you just...? Why in heaven's name would you lick my finger Lex
"Zheme Mardruk Algae, do you take Lexie Shay Dillon for your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"Zheme nodded without a doubt. "I do.""Lexie Shay Dillon, do you take Zheme Mardruk Algae for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"Lexie looked towards Zheme, hands nervously squeezing his. "I...I do.""You have declared your consent to the church." The priest clasped both his hands behind his back, a pleasant yet hardly noticeable smile on his lips. "You may now kiss the bride."Zheme was the first to lean in, plump lips crashing onto Lexie's with a gentle passion.Her lips were as soft and as moist as ever and just like Zheme's they moved with a slow and delicate tendency.At thi
Zheme stood with all the confidence he could muster on top of the podium's spotlessly polished floors. He was still nervous, abashment settling under both his tiring feet.He could hear the music drifting like the wind to his ears, the melodic piano that flawlessly played 'here comes the bride...'He could see the many people in crowd, the chandelier, the flowers, he saw them all, but what or rather who he really wanted to see was Lexie.The only woman in this building that could light up a dark room with nothing but her beauty.She was like a candle amongst the darkness, the sun infiltrating the very sky, she was his light, his forever, HIS BRIDE.After today, he'd cherish her like a gem and like an unhidden treasure; he'd keep her close, just to make sure no one had the audacity to steal her. He'd love her with dignity and never again would he break his promises.Both of them...He'd never lay a finger on her again.