Take me as one.

“Jamal-”

“Don't you dare lie to me!”

She gulps.

“Am I also restricted from looking at my wife?”

“No, you ain't.”

“So?”

“I was told, what you said at the table.”

Jamal blinks his eyes, being somewhat disoriented, and she reads his distorted thoughts, responding almost immediately.

“What you said, about-f-cking me to get pregnant?”

He lets go of her hand, but rather, clamps her waist to press her against him.

“What are you going to do? Stop me from touching you?”

She blinks her eyes at a throwback she didn't expect.

“Are you threatening me?”

“You can call it whatever you want.”

She blinks her eyes again, still trying to take in the shock.

“Why being so unbelievable? What has come over you?”

“I, unbelievable? Do you really want to know how unbelievable I can get?”

She shrugs, and says nothing.

“Answer me!”

Myla shivers, trying to open her mouth, but words refuse to come out.

“You know what is hard for me, right now? That you feel this is about you.”

“Not true-”

“Shut up!”

She twitches, and swallows thickly.

“You have no idea, Myla. But, I won't talk about this. Because, you don't want to know what I'm going to do to you.”

Her heart bounces up, down against her chest, and she nervously bits hard on her lip, when tears well up in her eyes.

“Babe no-”

He closes his eyes, clenching his jaws. “Don't say anything, Myla.”

“But-”

“Myla, I dare you!”

She gasps, and her mouth shuts, automatically.

After a few seconds of staring bitterly into her eyes, he lets go of her, and walks away.

Myla presses her lip together, trying to control her tears, and plays with her fingers as a distraction from what just happened.

She has never seen him so authoritative. It scares her so much, especially after the last time he did something as terrifying as earlier, which made her feel weak.

She knows she needs to trust him, and she does, but not the sex.

Why is no one seeing that?

...

Myla couldn't sleep all night, because of what happened. She has been staring at her husband, slumbering soundly.

Did she really do wrong? How could they have gone to bed without solving their issues?

'Don't approach him about this, later.'

It's all her fault. She would've listened to Nina.

A drop of tear leave her swollen eyes, which shed tear the whole time, and she wipes if off.

Jamal suddenly opens his eyes in the dark, and she pretends to be asleep.

He knows she's not sleeping, so he pulls her into his arms, and her eyes snap open.

“You need to rest now. We'd talk tomorrow, ok?”

She nods, but asks herself deep down;

How did he know she wasn't asleep?

He kisses her forehead, while she wraps her hand over him, snuggling even tighter into his arms, as if they haven't slept like this for ages.

He smiles as he runs his hands into her hair, making her to fall asleep quicker.

Hours pass and Myla gently snugs out of Jamal's arms, rushing downstairs to make his breakfast.

He has been busy lately, and she can't tell what exactly is keeping him at work.

The last time they talked about his business, Amid was getting things in control, and he only sat home, discussing about it, online.

But now, he's out, a lot, being the reason why, Myla woke up this morning to get the meal ready, in case he will leave.

Jamal wakes up, too, shortly after, but he doesn't find his wife next to him.

It makes him bothered, since he always kisses her before anything. And also, she cried all night.

He thinks about it for a second, and jumps down, wearing a t-shirt, then leaving the room in search of his wife.

Downstairs, Myla's voice can be heard humming her favorite song.

He tracks the sound, following its direction. When he finds it, he walks silently behind her.

Myla feels a deep kiss on her head, and a hand snaking over her waist.

“Jamal...” she gasps.

He buries his face in her neck. “G'morning, wife.”

Myla, smiles, letting go of what she's doing to face him. “Hey, big boy.”

He chuckles, and pecks her lips. “I needed to do this first.”

“That's why you got down, uhh?”

He smirks, and she looks at his feet.

“What's wrong?”

“About yesterday, I am sorry. You my captain, and I should be following your orders.”

He rests his head on hers, and she rest her hands on his crate.

“And, you ma queen... Not going to rush you,”

“Babe... don't make me cry.”

'Make her feel guilty.'

It's working, like it always has.

“You've cried enough.” he kisses the crown of her head.

She hugs him, sniffing his cloth, and kissing it.

He does a throaty groan, which is an alarm, indicating that he is tuned by her actions.

“If you keep doing this, this kitchen will be destroyed in a minute.”

She stops, and giggles.

“What's that smell?” his eyes wonders towards the cooker.

Myla rushes towards the flaming pot and turns it off, belowing her cheeks. “We already started destroying it,”

He comes from behind, again; holding her waist.

She flops her head against him. “What do you want to do now, honey?”

He whispers, “Let's finish what we started.”

Her eyes bulge out. “No destructions in my kitchen, Jamal. Back off!”

“B-But you asked me to.” he stunts like an infant, and she laughs.

“I take it back, need to do breakfast.”

She walks away and he follows, diligently behind her.

“You are my breakfast.”

She flushes, and hides when he sees it.

“Let me help you. We can make this, faster, together.” his tone becomes husky, and deeper.

“You must be thinking about something different, here. Because the one I know, takes lesser time with one soul.”

“You're indirectly saying, two souls can be merged into one, which is always the best way to make breakfast, sweetie.”

Myla chews on her lips. What the heck- Why does he always has something to say? Something perverse, by the way.

“Jamal... I'm sure you have work.”

“Not today.”

“Oh. Really?”

“Yes, naughty girl.”

She shuts her eyes as he always calls her this when she pretends not to want something nasty.

“I'm not-naughty-”

“You are a very naughty girl, Myla. Very very naughty with me.”

“Arrgh, Jamal! The food will soon get ready. Go upstairs. Mama will be right behind you. Such a pervert!”

She utters the last words under her breath, and Jamal chortles, lifting his hands in surrender.

“Fine. I'm upstairs. When you need me, come over.”

Silence settles in as Myla waites for him to leave, but he doesn't.

She knows he's right behind her, and knows he won't leave until he does something, so she gives up trying to wait, and turns around to face him.

“What now?”

“Common, give me a kiss.”

With a sigh, she walks towards him, and cranes her toes to meet his hight.

As their lip lock, he captivates her in his arms, deepining the kiss.

“Ja-”

He doesn't give her space to speak, but rather she moans as he injects his tongue into her sweet mouth.

His hands caress her waist, moving down to her butt, and before she acknowledges what is going on, it's already too late.

When decides Jamal pins her into a moment like this, there's no turning back.

Her butt is already clamped into his big palms, pressing her against his groin. She moans again, and he jeck her up, wrapping her legs, hands around his waist, and neck respectively.

He moves her towards the kitchen island, and seats her on it.

Myla is not herself anymore as she snakes her hands over his abs, feeling all his muscles, and veins.

He squeezes gently on her butt, and she gasp at the feeling of his d-ck bulging against her wet entry.

The kiss heats up eventually, and after a few seconds, her cloths are off, while Jamal is just with his black pants.

His lips leave hers, and finds the sensitive spots on her neck.

He nips on the area, printing his teeths into her flesh to leave a bold mark.

Her mind being already in paradise, she jerks her hips to press her damp entry against him.

He groans, leaving her neck, and staring at his wife, who looks drunk.

Jamal allows her to do what she wants as she buries her face on his chest, distributing light kisses everywhere her lips land.

'Let her trust you.'

He just robes his hands on her head with assurance that she has started trusting him.

'You are not allowed to mess up.'

He shuts his eyes, feeling himself going out of control.

'Don't break her trust.'

'She will opt.'

Myla becomes sympathetic towards her husband.

She raises her head to meet his dark gaze, just when he looks down at her.

“Take me out of here.”

His brows cringe. “What?”

“You heard me right.”

His stormy gaze, looks at her lustful ones. “You don't have to-”

“Make Love to me, Jamal.”

His eyebrow crane reflexively, and she smiles dangerously.

“No more breakfast?”

She natches her lower lip in-between her teeth. “Take me as one.”

“And the cond-”

“Put it on, I don't give a f-ck.” she says in one breath.

He doesn't waste anymore time as he lifts her up against him, again, saying,

“Then it's done.”

To be continued...