Closer to my Beloved's Heart

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Mature content.

With Angie still gone, Mark decided to go to his library and he planned on doing that. When he got there, he looked at the hundred of arrays of books occupying the various shelves from floor to ceiling. He'd read them all throughout his long lifetime; they kept him sane along with his good friend, Glenn. The genres varied from beautiful romances to gripping thrillers, he'd read them all.

Sighing, he glanced out of the window and observed the snow falling to the ground. It was rather lovely, to say the least. He then wondered of Angie liked the snow. It would compliment her with her paleness and beautiful turquoise eyes.

He placed a hand against the cold glass and closed his eyes. He thought back to when they had made love, she was so beautiful. Her beautiful hair silhouetted her lush body. Oh, that body... He knew that he could never get enough of her. She was so sensual from the way she kissed him to the way she caressed him. It was like he was the most cherished and treasured person in her life and he loved it.

And he felt it was true. She was his everything, his salvation. And he cherished and treasured her for as long as both shall live.

No matter how wicked her tongue and touch was.

And once again, he grew hard. It was a wonderful feeling but now he was in need of her. He opened his eyes and removed his hand from the glass. He hoped Angie was back in their room as he flitted away, the handprint slowly disappearing from the ice cold glass...

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"I wonder if Mark and Angelica will consider me their child's godfather." Glenn said when they returned home.

"I hope they do, love. I still cannot believe Angel is going to be a mother. I still cannot believe I am going to be an Aunt and maybe a godmother." She said with a shake of her head.

He nodded and smiled. Wow, this was truly awesome. He would spoil that child, no doubt. No matter what Mark or Angelica both said.

But would he and Jay have a child as well? Would it be a little girl? Heavens, how he wanted a child. He could see it now; his beautiful bride by his side, holding their wee baby girl. He always wanted a girl because boys seemed so unmanageable. He remembered how he was as a kid, how he gave them premature gray hair. Sure, any child may do that to their parents, but he was dead set on having a little girl. He just hoped that when the time came, the Ancients would bless them with one.

He was proud of his parents raising him to be the fine man he was today. They'd be so proud of him.

They would forever be in his heart.

"Glenn, are you all right?" Jay asked worriedly, standing before him now.

He blinked and looked down at her now. How long was he daydreaming? He frowned then shook his head.

"Yes, love. I'm okay." He said with a small smile.

"Okay," She said hesitantly then lifted a hand and placed it upon his cheek.

He closed his eyes and bent his head in her hand. She smiled softly, feeling close to him. He opened his eyes and eased forth, grasping her waist in his big hands. Her hands found themselves on his chest next. She frowned as he flexed his fingers upon her waist. What would he expect from me?

"I don't expect anything, beautiful." He said softly, looking down into her eyes.

She looked up at him with those pale blue eyes that could be sensual if she only knew of the word. His penis pulsed inside his slacks, pulsed for her. He wanted to do something with her, but he didn't want to scare her. Would she scare easily if he guided her hands on his shaft? Or maybe her mouth?