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Asanti,” I whispered.
    The moan that followed was deep and beautiful.
    And so was Asanti’s smile.
     
    When I woke it was a little after nine in the morning the next day. The room smelled delicious. Breakfast. I was starving. When I opened my eyes I was a little stunned to be in a new place, but this time I knew exactly where I was and who I was with.
    I was with my husband.
    I was Mrs. Asanti Styles.
    I smiled broadly at that thought as I stretched the kinks out of my sore body.
    Then terror like I had never known set in.
    How in the hell could I have just up and run off to Vegas and married a man that I hardly knew? I looked slowly around the room. I’ve lost my mind, gone stark raving mad. Asanti was nowhere in sight, but I could hear the shower running. Good. I need to get out of here and get my sanity back. I breathed a deep sigh and quickly sat up in bed in an attempt to begin dressing myself. There was just one problem. I had no clothes! Not a strip of material to speak of. Not even my infamous coat, the coat I’d gotten married in while stark naked underneath, was anywhere to be found. What in the world have I done?
    Placing my feet on the floor, I was quick to get out of bed and run frantically, but quietly, around the hotel suite looking for anything that I could throw on. I needed to escape the madness that was holding me captive. My heart raced as I searched and searched each room for anything to don so that I could get to the airport and away from the man who drove me to the point of insanity. But there was nothing. Not a single stitch. The only way for me to leave that suite was to do it in my birthday suit.
    Then he was there.
    “Looking for something?” He asked me quizzically. There was nothing but hurt in his eyes.
    “I… I was looking for my coat,” I stammered, embarrassed and ashamed at my behavior. Both last night and now.
    “Are you trying to leave me?” He asked gently as he stood in the midst of the living room draped in nothing but a towel as water slowly rolled off of his rippling flesh and onto the plush carpet beneath him.
    I said nothing.
    How could I tell my new groom that I was attempting to run away from him only to never be seen or heard from again?
    “Please answer me, Legaci,” he spoke so calmly, so peacefully as his eyes bored into my soul.
    “Yes,” I could only be honest.
    “Why?” He asked as though any answer I could possibly give would tear his soul apart.
    “Because I’m terrified.” I told him the truth.
    “Don’t be,” he said as he closed the distance between us.
    His lips were on mine in an instant. Crushing them. I surrendered in no time. Asanti’s tongue slipped easily between my slightly opened lips. He licked them softly before using his tongue to seek out my tongue. Our mouths danced intimately. Suddenly his hands were on me. Everywhere. I could feel my moistness.
    Slowly I was being lowered to the carpeted floor. Asanti’s towel was tossed far into the distance. My husband was on top of me, spreading my legs swiftly. He wasted no time entering me. I melted.
    “You’re my wife, Legaci,” he said as he thrust with feeling and passion. “Never fear me.”
    At that moment I didn’t. I couldn’t. There was not a drop of fear present in me. All I could feel was fire.
    Asanti made love to me like it would be the last time. Fierce and rough, yet so gentle and loving. My body was stunned into submission. Stunned into obedience. He seemed to possess me. To own me. I was no longer my own person, but his.
    His possession. His property. His wife. Asanti’s wish was my command and he commanded that I be his everything. At that moment I was his everything and he was damned sure mine.  Asanti. Asanti. My Asanti Maximus Styles.
    Then we came. Thunderously. Explosively. Together. Crying out as lovers do. In unison.  Limbs clinching. To the tune of a beat that only my husband and I could hear.
    “Mrs. Styles,” he said as he allowed his liquid to flow