It was all true from his point of view, but there were some things he didn’t know. Well, one thing he didn’t know.I lied to him about how safe it ...as to be having sex with me. It wasn’t the wrong time of month to get pregnant. It was actually the best time.I know I shouldn’t have done that. Mom really yelled at me, but I thought it would be the best way to make sure he had to marry me. I mean he’s sweet, and I know he loves me to death, but he’s also got a stick up his butt about following. Then I told him that she was way too much woman for one man and that black man Jerome gave her what she needed, at least twice a month.But William insisted I should go to see them. I finally accepted and my friend told me he would show me where my sexy wife was with her black lover.When we got there in the middle of the darkness, I found Jerome was with his pants already down to his ankles. My sweet Ana was sitting with her legs spread onto the black guy`s lap; fully impaled onto his huge dark. Would she give it to him? She felt a heat rising to flush her cheeks. Even the sensitized nerves of her nipples flared to the remembrance of his knife pressed against her chest. The power exceeded flames. It was a seductive vortex calling her to plunge deeper into the source itself. The same power was in The Blade—power to fill, to flame, to burn.“Blade!” The word cracked across the room from Mrs. Weed’s mouth to echo like the sharp snap of a lightning bolt. Rebecca froze. Ryan McGuire’s face. I approached my shower. Water fell down as I waited for it to get steamy.And here I was, naked, fierce, looking at my reflection in the mirror: my skin was red-hot for the passion burning inside of me, my nipples were freaking hard, I wished he was here.The water was on point, I could tell as the glass was getting slightly covered with vapor: my eyes weren't seeing that clear, anymore.Call it magic, call it an illusion, but in that very moment, I felt his strong arms surrounding my body and my.