Serenity
Shut up, Konflict. I’m going to sleep now, since you’re starting to talk nonsense.
Me
I haven’t even started talking about your sweet pussy and you’re already running, Mama?
Serenity
Boy, bye! You’re a crazy man.
I laughed.
Me
But, I’m your crazy man and you love me.
Serenity
Do I?
Me
Ouch! That hurts.
Serenity
Drama king. I’m going to sleep now.
Me
You can run Mama, but I’m going to get that pussy sooner or later. Good night, baby. And remember, you deserve everything, and I’ll make sure to give you the world. See you tomorrow, beautiful.
Serenity
I’ll remember that. Good night, Konflict.
I put down my phone, completely satisfied with the day. I really felt like I was getting my wife back. But damn, my dick was being a dick and wouldn’t go down—it was becoming a real pain. I wanted her so bad, but I had to control the urge. We still needed to wait until Serenity felt safe enough to love me again.
After tossing and turning in bed, I gave up and headed downstairs. I found my pottery studio, spun the wheel, andstarted shaping some clay. Music played in the background, helping me relax as my hands worked. Slowly, the need faded. Until the door opened and the source of all my desire stood in front of me, in a see-through nighty, nothing left to the imagination.
“I—I can’t sleep,” she whispered. “Can I stay with you?”
“Come here,” I said, beckoning her closer.
She came into my arms and sat close to me. When my body pressed up against hers, my breath at her neck, I knew I was going to die if I didn’t make love to her, if I didn’t fuck her.
I needed to be patient. I needed to wait until she was ready. But God, I wanted her so bad it physically hurt.
Fuck.I was doomed.
Chapter Twenty-three
SERENITY VEYLOR-KORVEN
I’d been tossing and turning in my bed for nearly an hour, sleep completely out of reach. I kept telling myself it was for some other reason, but the truth was obvious—ever since I’d slept in his arms that afternoon, being alone in my own bed just felt wrong. It was as if I’d sampled some premium version of sleep, and now my body refused to accept anything less. I couldn’t explain it. All I knew was I’d never slept as deeply or peacefully as I had with my head on Konflict’s chest, his arms wrapped around me. There was something about the steady beat of his heart that made me relax, let my guard down, and finally feel safe. So here I was, chasing that same feeling again.
I knocked softly on Konflict’s door, giving in to a sudden impulse that pulled me out of bed and sent me looking for him. I couldn’t say what came over me, and honestly, I didn’t want to analyze it. I didn’t want my fears to creep in and talk me outof what I needed. I just knew I wanted to be wrapped up in him again, so I let myself follow that longing.
