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Back at home, I’m comforted being surrounded by my own belongings. My classic black art. My favorite wicker rocker. My office that proudly displays all my certificates, diplomas, and awards. My condo that overlooks the Atlantic Ocean. The home with my name on the deed.

For a brief moment when I walk in the room, I feel his presence. He wants me to give this up so he can be in control.

Today’s affirmation reads: Destroy or be destroyed. Today is the day. He’ll arrive here around midnight. Says he has to work late.

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The clock displays 12:22 a.m. when I finally hear him turn his key in the lock. We exchanged keys about a month ago; he said he hated having to wake me. I’ve never shared a key with anyone else … but I guess by now you’re not surprised at how easily he talked me into it.

Tonight, I’m wearing a white lace teddy with matching boy-cut panties—his favorite. He’ll be too distracted watching my ass jiggle under the pressure of the lace undies to think about talking me into giving up my condo. Destroy or be destroyed …

When he enters my bedroom, he quickly lies across me, wrapping me in his arms. He knows I’m lying in wait for him.

As he begins to remove his shirt and slacks, I squeeze out thoughts of “Tish.” His hands travel down my abdomen and I erase images of his hands touching her with the same warmth that now drives me crazy.

His tongue invades my mouth. Hot and desperately, it pleads for me to relent once again. The four bare walls of my room began to fade as he takes my breasts into his mouth. Once again, we’re on the battlefield. My stereo softly sings out Sade’s “Slave Song.” The only things that exist now are his hands, his lips, and the bulging manhood that’s making its way up my thigh. They command me to open my womb to him once again. Despite heart-shaped visions of another woman.

By now I’m intoxicated and the sounds of Sade fill the spaces between our slurping kisses. When I’m alone, I have no trouble defining the insanity of our situation. But as soon as he’s near me, I’m sucked back into that vacuum, where time, space, and reality don’t exist.

Slowly he undresses me. I watch his eyes travel down my breasts, to my stomach, and then to my hips, fighting my desire.

“You are so beautiful.” He looks into my eyes and I pull him close to invade his mouth with my tongue. I need him. No … I want him. I try to see this distinction clearly.

Eventually, he breaks free of my embrace and resumes his visual inspection. “I just can’t get enough of your chocolate skin.” I decide it’s definitely his eyes. They pierce through the layers of my skin. He knows my secrets. He’s studied every one.

Carefully, he slides my boy-cut panties down. I can feel his warmth. I wiggle with eagerness, trying to direct him to the center of my craving. When he finally slides the fabric over my ankles, I open my legs and welcome him home. He presses his face against my left thigh and gently slides my lips apart. The anticipation is driving me crazy. I want him to taste my sweet nectar.

“I love you, baby.” His voice is low and coarse. He dives in and his tongue begins a slow dance with my clit. Round and round. Slower and more deliberate with each stroke. The waves gradually rise from my toes into my legs. My heart quickens its dance as the tide washes over my hips and abdomen. When the waves reach my chest, I’m a wild woman. I want to wrap my legs around his face and smother him with my juices.

Deftly, Hamilton rises and pulls me close to his heart. My tongue seeks his again. I hungrily suck at his mouth, enjoying my taste on his lips. He turns me over and, without hesitation or fanfare, inserts himself into me. He has me where he wants me.

I have to bury my face in the pillow to muffle my cries. Filled with pain and pleasure, I press my backside into him forcefully with each firm stroke. He runs his fingers through my hair. Grabbing a handful, he lifts my face into his so we can kiss again. This is the way it always is. Soft and loving, then rising quickly into a heated battle.

“Aftinn,” he whispers into my ear. “I want you to move in with me.” He punctuates his request with a slap against my ass. It stings, sending a thrill through me that makes me wiggle harder. A moan is my only response. He feels so damn good in-side me.

I make a deep arch in my back and pull my legs under me the way I know he likes. Counterattack. I can feel him swell and drive deeper with each thrust. He’s weakening.

“Did you hear me?” He grabs my face and turns me to look into his eyes. “I want you to move in with me.” We kiss softly. Deeply. Then he throws my face back into the pillow and grips both my ass cheeks in his hands as he guides himself right to that spot that takes me over the edge. Full-on assault.

His strokes are in rapid succession now. I tense from the pain and thrust my rear back harder to bring him with me in the throes of ecstasy. I feel him explode just as my own muscles begin to contract and expand around him.

Hamilton falls against my back; sweat dripping all over me. We both lie in a heap of exhaustion. I’m full with the warmth of his loving, yet I feel terribly empty inside. I turn to wrap my arms around him. I feel his heart struggling to resume its normal pattern. This time, when

I press my lips to his, his eyes are closed. His breathing becomes even and steady.

“I’ll talk with the realtor tomorrow …” My voice sounds strange in the darkness. I’m not even sure when that decision formed in my head. Now the words were released into the air. He brushes the hair out of my face, placing a small peck on my nose.

“Baby, I love you.” He lets out a slow breath. The coolness makes the fresh tears on my cheek tingle. “We make the perfect couple.” His words sting.

Darkness begins to envelop us. I lay silently, praying for a miracle. Sade’s “Slave Song” now plays in my head.

Tears will come that fall like rain …

So many times …

So many times.

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