I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

I will cross the ocean for you I will go and bring you the moon I will be your hero, your strength Anything you ne- Scratch that No, the fuck I won't !

Instead of responding, Mehki raised up a little bit and pulled his shirt up to reveal a tattoo in beautifully and graceful cursive right over his heart. Satori Kemoni Dolce metà "What does this mean?" Satori almost whispered, not being able to control herself as she reached out and brushed her fingertips over the ink embedded into his skin. "Sweet half, better half." Mehki responded immediately, his eyes never leaving hers as her gaze was fixed on his tattoo. "But we were broken up." Satori sat back on her knees as she continued brushing her fingers over the ink marking his skin, forgetting she was basically rubbing his chest right now. "I told you when we broke up that you my soulmate, my ride or die. That shit ain't change. I don't even look no other females way no more since I been with you. You the only woman for me, Kemoni. Whether you want me back or not." Mehki spoke and Satori pouted, feeling her eyes start to tear up. Rankings: #1 - blackcast (9/17/24) #3 - businessowner (9/17/24) #2 - businesscouple (9/17/24) #3 - standalone (10/20/24) #1 - blackcouple (12/5/24) #1 - blackauthot (2/12/25) #1 - blackpeople (2/12/25)

Camya and Sy'aire have been friends for a while, meeting through there close friends, but the longing stares and the hidden touches always kept them wondering if there was something more between them but neither one ever spoke on it, Sy'aire kept his guard up with anybody that came across him, many people knew about him for being straight forward and blunt and most didn't like it but they still were attracted to him by his imitating demeanor and looks, he didn't have no interest in them, but when he's around Camya it's a different story, no matter how much he told his self to stop, he couldn't keep his eyes off her, when Camya finds herself a man, Sy'aire still finds his self wanting her heart, mind and soul so he can take care of her the right way, even if the man is his cousin.

"Why do you want me?" "You want to know why I want you?" He exhales, like he's been holding this in for weeks. "I want you because I don't date for fun. I don't do temporary. I want you because when I think about marriage, your face is the only one there. I want you because if I ever have kids, I want them to have you as their mother. I want you because you're the love of my life." A beat. "And I want you because everything in me settles when you're with me."

"Maybe it was a sign when we crossed paths"

"You deserved a real man to protect you and take care of you." Mm. So much for that. "How could I have done that sitting behind bars?" He takes my face in his hands. "There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think about you, baby." I close my eyes as a tear drops down my cheek that he gradually wipes away with his thumb. "I've missed you so much, Leila." He says in a deep raspy tone. His lips hungrily fall to mine. They feel so foreign yet so warm and familiar. Both of us fighting for dominance as our tongues twirl against each other. My breathing hikes and I can't help but feel the wine taking over my body as I drape myself over his lap. I need him so bad right now. He starts biting little trails down my neck, getting close enough to one of my sweet spots. I push off him, and rising to my feet. "Nah. I don't believe you." Backing away from him. He returns a confused look. "Lei-." "If you missed me, you would've reached out to me." He finally stands. Sticking both his hands in his pockets. "One year you've been out. What the fuck have you been doing all this time?" I yell. He takes a step forward. Ting. Both of our eyes cut to the elevator. There's a loud drunken screech, "Damiannnn!" Who the fuck is this bitch??

"𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐨𝐡 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭"

"When I'm with you, I get the feeling"

a traphouse production #5 "Nothing in this world that I ever wanted more, nothing like them girls you ever loved before."