Dark Chemistry

"Kiss my neck." Zoe said to him as they went into the house, stumbling on tables, walls, even the bags that  they had just returned with from their trip.

He gigled like a child, obliging her and kissing not just her neck but her eyes and lips also.

''Kiss my ears." He said to her, going in with his back while she followed suit. They had agreed to tell eachother what they wanted while they made love. It made the pleasures more intense and brought understanding between them.

"Where the hell is the bedroom?" Zoe asked her husband as they continued their journey into their new home. They had not been there before, today was the first day after their return from the honeymoon and Zoe wasn't expecting the house to be that huge. Her mother had sure promised her that she had gotten a moderate one for them.

This was surely not moderate, trust Margery Madrigal to always do the extreme.

Francis got a hold of her gown and dragged it out of her body while she in turn ripped his shirt, sending buttons flying in the hallway.

"You have an amazing hair." He said to her, removing the pins and making the hair fall on her shoulders.

"You've told me that thousand times." She replied as she met every of his touch with urgency.

''Maybe we should just do it here." Francis said and she shook her head, tilting her neck to allow him access to her neck again. She loved it when he kissed her neck, it usually sent shivers down her spine and made her want to scream with joy.

"I'm not going to be having my first sex in the house here. It needs to be memorable." She said and he laughed at her silliness.

This was what she was going to be enjoying for the rest of her life. Loving this man, having amazing sex with the beautiful man who adored her and made her the center of his world.

"Isn't this better than the books you write?" She asked as she fumbled with the belt on his trousers.

"It's much better than the books I write baby." He replied, teasing her breasts. "It's much much better."

He cupped her breast in his hands and she moaned with pleasure. "Yes." She said. "This is exactly what I'm talking about."

"You like that?" Francis asked and she nodded taking his lips in hers while murmuring words to him. "I love it."

Finally, they made it to the bedroom and she pushed him on the bed. With his eyes on hers, she slipped out of her panties, revealing her lush body that he usually wasn't able to handle.

"Gosh." He exclaimed. "You are breathtaking."

"I know." Zoe said, taking slow strides to the bed. She had always been described as a goddess by her peers and knowing she had not just the face but also the body, gave her an edge and upper hand. Guys used to bow at her feet just to have her talk to them.

She straddled Francis, helping to free him out of his jeans and revealing his manhood.

"You're so ready for me." She said and he turned her so that he was the one straddling her this time around.

"And I want to do a lot of things to you, my beautiful wife." Francis replied as he began his quest.

"What are you waiting for?" She asked, gasping when one of his fingers rubbed at her clit before sliding into her opening. "Take me then."

                            *************

The hushed voices in the distance woke her as she stretched her arms to touch her husband only to realize he wasn't there. Her eyes flew open immediately, yawning from the tiredness of both the sleep and the intense love making.

"Francis?'' Zoe whispered, searching with her eyes around the large room for her husband. Today, they were to start their lives as husband and wife after partying, and making love during their two weeks honeymoon. Today was the day she would officially start her duties as Mrs Martinez. The thought made her blush as she looked at the ring on her fourth finger.

The best days of her life had started when she met Francis, the writer who had swept her off her feet with his kind words and gentle demeanor. The day she had said yes to him at the altar, she had never been sure of anything else. Now they were back to Maples and she was finally off the guidance of her controlling mother and would be living her life as his wife.

"Francis?" She called again but there was still no response.

Standing up and still wondering where her husband had gone instead of being in bed with her, she searched the bathroom before making her way to the living room. That was when she saw them.

There were three men with her husband talking in hushed voices. She couldn't see their faces but Francis sure as hell didn't look comfortable.

She couldn't hear them speak but they were talking alright. On tip toes, she walked closer, hiding behind a barrier and began to hear a little bit of the conversation.

"You thought you were wise, Francis and that is what got you into this whole mess." The voice that spoke seemed like he was the leader of the three, because he sat on the chair while the other two held, both Francis' arms. Confused and not willing to let herself out to them, Zoe covered her mouth with her hand and continued to listen.

"I did nothing wrong." Francis said in his own defense. "You were the one acting too high and mighty."

The first slap landed on his face by one of the men and Zoe gasped into her hands almost throwing the vase that sat in the stand to the ground.  What the hell was happening and what had her husband gotten himself involved in? Why would anybody want to harm her very soft hearted and gentle Francis?

"You talk too much for someone whose life is in danger." The leader spoke again. Zoe turned to get a glimpse of them but was only able to see the star tattoo on his neck while he lifted a small gun, pointing it to Francis' head. 

"Beg, Francis." He said, but Francis continued to look at him wide eyed and with a bleeding lip.

"Make me." He replied. No Francis, Zoe thought. You really shouldn't be saying that.

The man with the gun gave a sinister laugh and handed it over to one of the guys who collected it dutifully.

"Off with him." He ordered.

They let him fall to the ground first before pointing the gun at him.

Zoe gasped again and made to run into the scene but what followed was a heavy hand around her mouth just as soon as she heard the shot.

The darkness came first as she felt her body being dragged out by an unknown human she couldn't see. The last thing she saw was the star tattoo on the very fair neck as he walked out of the living room before she was knocked out of her breath.

And then, there was silence.