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4:35 a.m.

The glow on the phone lit up as Valis tapped on it. Setting it back down to the bedside dresser, Valis grunted. He moved from her, hands holding such a soft ass apart as he bent down, carefully and quickly. Imani stirred slightly at the small sound of something splatting on her.

"Valis.." she whispered, remembering his hands on her skin. Valis peeked up, mouth centimeters from her pussy as her eyes remained close. He spat on her again and again, watching it coat her folds, some sliding inside.

Moving back up, he nodded slowly. Satisfied with his ease of moving into her a bit more. His hips rocked, small grunts leaving his lips as he felt the woman constrict around him. Both hands on her waist as he managed to shift them a bit. Her bottom to the air slightly as Valis held down her lower back, forcing her to maintain such a sexy arch.

She gasped, eyes opened at her husband's invasion. "Valis-"

"This was how it was supposed to be." He grunted, hips back and forth as he gave one thrust. She felt her body rock with his, taking what he was giving her as he let her waist go.

Imani kept her eyes on the pillows, his left hands now in her view as her bonnet is gripped with his right. "Just like this, Imani. This is how I was supposed to fuck you under the willow tree."

Imani gasped, hand moving back to his chest as she felt him push deeper. "Valis-"

"But I ruined it huh? I ruined everything that makes you...you."

His eyes tore from her back, to the ceiling as he turned them again. Her small moans and cries were right in his ear. Valis now laid on the bed, back to the mattress as he held Imani to his chest.

Her body failed to push herself off of his chest, out of his hold. She felt herself swallowing more and more between her legs, back arching as she felt him rubbing between her folds.

"Do you see them? Are they still up there baby?"

Imani nodded her head, eyes pinching with water as she looked at such few stars that remained. Her hands grabbed his wrist, trying to prevent his fingers from achieving it's goal. "Such a good girl for me, let it out."

The hold on his wrist tightened, swollen eye squeezed shut as she felt her leg getting picked up. Valis moved them again, to their side with one leg in the air. Imani looked at the bathroom door, eyes watering as she accepted the thrusts happily.

Valis.

Valis.

Right there.

Please.

Harder.

Such soft and delicate orders, her husband completed each one. Giving her euphoria over and over. "Oh God!" She peeked over her shoulder, lips against his as he kissed her hard.

"Soak them, fucking drench me flower. That's it, more . I want more."

Imani felt him give a hard thrust, pulling from her completely as the sudden air attacked her entrance. She was close to squeezing her thighs closed until she was grabbed by her ankle.

Pulled to the edge of the bed, Imani shivered in her own juices she laid in. "Valis-"

He shook his head, tip tapping at the throbbing nub.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

He watched as the woman finally complied, legs opening far and in a divide. Imani bent her legs, knees pushed to the sheets by her husband as she guided him inside her.

"Such a good girl for me, move it. Move your fucking hand, now." He thrusted slowly. Hard and hard, each one was punishing her, nothing but pleasure for him.

Against her comfort, Imani uncovered her face. Her mouth was open, accepting such a kiss from the man as he perverted her body.

Imani.

Amusement park.

Valis sighed, head into her neck as he inhaled her body. Pulling away, Valis moved to his side.

On his back he looked at the early morning that barely touched the night sky. His chest heaved, familiar guilt touching his body as he remembered everything.

This was all his fault.

Imani could be somewhere with her mother. Living happily without him in their lives. Nothing but the small breaths were given to the empty room.

Imani kissed the small tear that glossed the corner of his left eye. "Valis."

The unknown of his worries bothered her. Was he upset about the man? Did he feel guilty about someone attacking her?

Was it her attackers blood that stained his fingers?

"Take him, Imani." He finally spoke. She looked at him, dark brown eyes on his as he stared at the clear window ceiling above them. "Stop it." She whispered to him. Hands grabbing his body, Imani pulled herself up to straddle the man.

"Take Xander and run. Run away from me, all I've done is just destroy everything good in your life." He sniffled, another tear falling. Captured in her mouth, she kissed his tears, mimicking such small things that he's done to her before.

Small actions that have sent her further into his arms. There's no running from Valis Kholodov. There's no thought of separation between the two.

Imani grabbed the bottom of her shirt. Pulling it from her body as the cold air tickled her now exposed breasts. "I tried to send you away, that night. I made that decision when I drove to kill Ivan. I was gonna kill him and send you away from me. But I couldn't."

His confession was low, full of restraint as she listened to him. Her hands went back to his chest, eyes on him as she had guided him back inside her.

So much.

"Valis."

She whispered, listening to the pain her husband spoke of. "Giovanni family has burned to the grounds, Imani. I don't even believe that they're responsible. But I burned them anyways. They'll all be dead within two hours..Imani."

She ground harder, making him take more of her as she added a soft bounce. Her heart ached. It ached to know how much pain she's encountered. It ached to know how much blame Valis Kholodov placed on his shoulders. She sniffled, wiping his tears as she bent over him, crying against his lips.

They couldn't do it.

No matter the lust they felt for one another.

They couldn't do it, not tonight. Not with exhaustion over their bodies. Imani got up from him, going to the bathroom to wet a cloth.

Valis laid there, listening to her soft cries and sweet words as she cleaned his hands, freeing his skin from the blood.

I'm sorry.

I love you Valis.

I forgive you.

Don't send me away.

Valis.

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