"Did...did you follow me all the way here to ask me that?"Her question was justified. The nursery, where their sleeping bean rested, was not the best place to discuss such a volatile topic."No. I did not follow you for that, I am here for the same reason you are, Milos.”His words were partly truthful, emphasis on partly, but as if her question had been rhetorical, she nodded her head slowly, far too slowly, to hint at any sort of belief in his response.A small hiccup escaped Milos's mouth before he adjusted himself in her arms, and within seconds, his little eyes sealed themselves tightly shut as his breathing grew calmer.Wow, he had never seen it before, but babies really do fall asleep quickly."Is he asleep?"Her glare told him he was the last person she wished to speak to, so he took no offence at the silence that stretched before she stood, kissed Milos’s forehead with a tenderness he wished was reserved for him then placed him back in his crib.He moved toward them and pres
As soon as the door to their room closed, Alba walked to the foot of the bed and settled on the white ottoman with a sigh before plopping her upper body on the bed, making her breasts rock almost out of the secure hold of her gown. He wanted to walk to her, tug the fabric so he could expose her mounds to his pleasure, maybe shove his shaft between them and rock until he spewed all over her face. Shit…he was still pent up. Yet the second he did anything suggestive, she could use that as an excuse not to follow through on the conversation. "I grew up the gold digger’s daughter. You cannot convince me that Milos's life will be easy bearing the title 'incest' baby." "He is not...we are not related by blood." "And my mother did not care for your father's gold." "So then your solution is to leave us in limbo? He can be deemed a sin in every way, but that one puts his life at risk should the elders decide to conspire against him. Leaving us in limbo isn’t the best way.” "Then what is?
Marko N. IvanovHis legs felt weak; he could feel the tremble in his knees threaten to give way, yet how could he reach her if he hesitated?How could he embrace her, squeeze her, just to ensure she was not another figment of his imagination?"Say it again!"He uttered as his arms reached for her, pulling her into him before hoisting her in the air to spin her around with his hands glued to her waist."Oh, my ga- put me down!""Say it again, I beg you!""I will marry you."My God...oh God, he wasn't dreaming, right?"Again.""I will marry you!"She uttered with a squeal that alerted him of how fast he spun her. He wanted to apologise, but it would not be from his heart, so he placed her on the ground and waited for the dizziness to fade (lest they both collapse) before he fell to one knee.This was hard—harder than he anticipated. He should not have proposed so soon; he wanted perfection. He should have waited until the venue was conducive, until her dress was fancier, and he did not
"Okay, I'll clean Milos. Sharon was supposed to drop by and take him, but she realised much work waited for her in her Ketria clinic, so that’s a rain check-”"Then let him bond with his nanny, at least...at least for an hour. No two..""The night. I will trust him with her for the night but-""But?""When I attend the tea party, you are the one I want in charge of him, not the nanny.""Okay."How hard could it be to look after a child?"I am serious, Marko; I want you to bond with him. I feel like you treat him like my pet, that you only like him because he is mine.""Ours."He corrected, but she wasn't wrong.He'd seen parents show pictures of their children to everyone that showed the faintest of interest, and while he wished he could be like that, he did not feel it.Perhaps they had failed to bond; who knows, that did not bother him much. All he wanted was Alba, so he would take anything she came with.Alba’s pictures, on the other hand, he had them in plenty; most of them were s
Marko N Ivanov."It is not so easy to be confident with the person you adore more than anything, is it?"She asked with a wicked smile as if she intended to teach him a lesson."But I want you to be that. You are the sexiest and most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and that you would be mine is...astounding, Alba; you look magnificent, and if you don’t believe that despite stroking me to find your effect on me, I am at a loss."She swallowed."I want to be comfortable with you. And I want you to be comfortable with me. Also, I want to make so many pups with you that-""That you will proceed to treat as endearing pets?""Those...are not the right foreplay words."A scoff left her lips at his reply.If they were to discuss Milos, the night would take a turn, so he lowered himself to her breast and placed the hard nub he had teased in the warm wetness of his mouth.An ‘O’ that remained unvoiced took over her lips."It's my birthday, Alba, so I will lie on the bed and you..."He uttered
Marko N. Ivanov“What does your silence mean, Alba?”His fingers traced the curve of her ass before he leaned in and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh.A gasp escaped her lips but nothing else, so he slid his fingers between her thighs, to her wetness, where he sunk them inside her moist slit and rubbed it to life until her pained cry from his bite turned into a moan.The taste of her blood had a hint of sweetness typically gotten from fruits, but he should not grow used to this. It would be dangerous for both of them if his diet changed to her.His tongue lapped the wound that proceeded to close far too fast, leaving the taste fast fading in his mouth.He almost didn’t swallow just to prolong its aftertaste, but the way her body clenched around his fingers as he rubbed the walls of her sex was too enticing that his mouth closed, and an involuntary dry swallow followed.There it was again, berries and cold cream that weaved beautifully into his lungs, threatening to choke him.His th
Alba M. CraneThe stone beneath my feet is hot, but I do not feel the pain of the burn; no, I do; it is that everything else within me hurts more than my body has the capacity to express.My hand holds something putrid that I am terrified to gaze at. I can feel its cold, wet and slimy nature, almost like decayed flesh, yet I cannot abandon it; It feels too precious.The room I walk into resembles a throne room, but the walls have crumbled, and there is no ceiling, all of which permits me to watch fire devour everything in sight.There is nothing to quelch the towering pillars of flame; the sky is a burning white, not a cloud in sight, and the air is far too hot and dry to hint at any life.It is as if I am watching the end of the world, and I feel…nothing.Everything is over, nothing is left, and the emptiness in my chest only emphasises this...I do not know how to describe it.Not even tears find my eyes, or perhaps the heat has devoured them?No... they just aren’t there.My gaze t
Marko N. Ivanov"He takes a nap in the afternoon and wakes at-""At three and fussy, I know,"Marko repeated the words she had chanted endlessly since breakfast.He didn’t understand why she was so worried about his capabilities as a father; had he ever looked after a child? No, did that mean he was bad at it? Also, no.So why did she assume he would fail at this?“Maybe I shouldn't go.”"I've got this, Alba...trust me."Her gaze moved to Milos in his arms before her hand wiped the bubbling drool he spat out.“Eww.”He whispered with a mischievous smile that caused her to pinch him."You need to go; you are getting Violet from the airport first, right?"She nodded.He pressed a kiss to her lips before his hand strayed to the fleshy curve of her buttocks that grew pronounced with the tightness of her bright silver cocktail dress.He swallowed her gasp, and before she could melt into him, a coo sound followed.“Ahabaa!”She broke his kiss instantly to turn to Milos.“Sorry, baby, did I