Passions denied
Kavielle POV
Watching them together was nothing like I pictured. My body on fire, the sounds of the things he did to her echoing in my mind. His large frame leaned over my now, "Get closer," he demanded, pulling me to my feet. The sound of my steps on the marble flooring echoed through the room. His eyes locked with me, mirroring my steps.
His eyes burned into me, as he led me to the couch pulling me flush against him. His lips hovering close to my skin, his nose just slightly touching me, as he cooed, "I will always be with you, the anchor of your sorrow… there's no end, to what I'd do." His voice was soothing, sweet. The electricity passed between us, sending waves through me.
Madison had cleaned herself now, laying on the floor, propped up against couch, her mouth agape, watching us. He looked to her, and then back to me, "Impero tibi, dormi." She laid her head to the side suddenly, fast asleep.
