~Zion’s POV~
Regardless of how hard I had worked today, I was not okay. The only time Lady Archer was awake was for a little period of time before she fell back to sleep. I long for her charm. I miss picking on her. Her eyes were closed, and the sight of her doing so does not make me feel at ease. I knew my grandmother would be calling for me soon, so I waited at the door in anticipation of her voice.
“Zee.” My grandmother called. This time around, it was gentle. When I entered, she had already gotten up and said, “Stay here with her; I need to rest.”
My grandma was leaving, and I couldn’t help but stare at my wife’s stunningly pale face as she sleeps. I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m going to be a dad. It’s so bizarre. I kept her company while she slept by holding her hand and gently brushing her hair. I am praying that she wakes up before my grandmother starts worrying about her. My thumb moved from her lips to her jaws, following the contours of her face. She let forth a quiet, gentle groan. I couldn’t help but crack a grin as I took in her incredibly seductive appearance. I saw a quiver in her eyelids, and then they started to slowly flutter open. At first glance, she appears to be lost, yet upon closer inspection, her eyes are clearly observing the surrounding area. After that, she made an effort to stand up, but she was still unsteady on her feet, so I went over to her and assisted her into a more comfortable sitting posture.
“Hey, baby,” I said, cupping her cheeks.
“Hey.” She flashed a happy smile.
“You scared me to my very core. How are you feeling now?” She didn’t respond; instead, she leaned down to hug me and consoled me in silence.
“I’m going to be a mother, Zion.”
“I know, sweetie, I know” I hugged her even tighter and said, “You have just completed me, Lady Archer.”
After a moment, she pulled away from the embrace and let out a sigh. I could sense that she was anxious about the prospect of becoming a mother. But Maya has the ability to triumph over any challenge. She is my Maya. The pain in my feet was excruciating, but I observed that she appeared to be in good spirits. She needs to get some exercise, and of course, make amends. I couldn’t help but smirk at the idea of sending her up and down.
“Maya, I’m starving, and my feet are killing me from standing all day.”
“Alright baby, give me a minute while I go grab you something to eat.”
She walked back into the room with a platter of food. I ate, and she took a try back. I observed that the color of her face had changed and it was no longer pallid. When I moved my leg in her direction, she immediately began massaging both of my legs. She went inside the bathroom, took a shower, and came back to dress up. I followed suit. She wanted to leave the room because she knew I would start sending her up and down. I locked the door behind me and just stood there, staring at her. Her cheeks were reddened.
“Zee, what are you doing?”
Since you’ve been sick, I’ve been running around like a damn mail boy. Of course, she doesn’t need to know that.
I knew that my eyes were lustful at the moment, and she fucking understood what it was that I desired. There is no fucking way she’ll turn me down. I will not give her the chance. I grabbed her and pinned her against the wall.
“Are you trying to deny me what is rightfully mine, Maya?”
“No, my love, it’s just that I don’t think sex is good for the baby.”
“Correction, bies. Babies.”
She looked at me with her eyes wide open. But I had other plans for her. I claimed her lips and escorted her to bed. I placed her on the bed and took in all her glory, and went back to lock the door.
~Maya’s POV~
When Zee went back and locked the door, I knew I was in deep doo-doo. What did that old woman do to him that he began sending me around as his maid, and now this sex, or whatever the hell you want to call it, is a punishment? I know my husband is punishing me, but for what? When I looked at him, I realized there was no turning back now. There was no escape. The man was hard and his eyes, Oh, Lord! I’m sold! I tried to get away from him, but he was able to keep me in the same position. It was almost as if he was a burglar getting ready to steal something. He grabbed my hand and raised it to his mouth for a kiss. It was brief, nevertheless, it sent shivers down my spine.
“You see, Lady Archer, today was a very busy day for me. I’ve never been busy like I was today.”
My husband’s punishment is sex. When I thought about his anaconda being inside of me, it caused me to squeeze my thighs together tightly in an effort to contain any juice that could have been leaking out. He got out of bed, unbuckled his belt, and took off the t-shirt he was wearing. Then he proceeded to sit down on the bed. “Come.” He stated this as if I were under hypnosis, I went and stood between his legs. “Sit.” I wanted to sit on the edge, but he took my hand and said, “On me.” What is wrong with this man? Out of the blue, I found that I was raging with desires. Because I am pregnant, I know that I shouldn’t feel this way, yet I can’t help but feel it.
“My Lord, it is not good for a lady to have sex while she is pregnant.” He frowned,
“Who lied to you? Sex, in fact, strengthens the baby’s bones. My goal is to raise sons who are as powerful as The Rock and Roman Reigns.”
I really can’t get out of this one, can I? I cursed under my breath.