Ready or Not

My mind was fuzzy, but my body remembered how we used to make love—a rush of emotions came over me as Malcolm and I were entwined in passionate bliss. It was as if we were two magnets that had been pulled together by some unseen force. Even if I tried to resist his allure, his presence was too powerful for me to ignore. It was like a drug; I was hooked.

I hadn't realized how much my body craved him until that moment when we were together again. It was like the missing piece of the puzzle had finally been found, and now everything made sense. This man was the beginning and the end of me. I wanted him to be the father of my children, I wanted him to be my everything. Malcolm was the king, and I was his queen.

Our lovemaking was like a dance, one that we had perfected over time. There were no words needed as we moved together in perfect harmony. "I moaned, biting into Malcolm's shoulder to keep from screaming. I felt every single one of his movements, my body trembling with each thrust.