Page 164 of Chemistry: The Chemist

He lifted me into his arms, holding onto me as if I’d vanish into thin air. I wouldn’t. Not this time. I was his, forevermore.

“I’m indebted to you. I love you.” I breathed against his lips.

Submission was most natural under Chem’s watchful eye. The wind beneath me was followed by an easy entry.

“In this lifetime and the others.”

His thrusts filled me continuously. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, deeper.

“Yesssssssss.”

Everything is well. I promised myself. Though fearful I’d be giving up my enter life to begin one with Chemistry, regret eluded me.

The people I loved and cherished most understood the magnitude of his arrest and absence. Devastation nearly ended my life. But, the discovery of the tiny being growing inside of me gave me a reason to live. If I couldn’t have Chemistry, having a piece of him would suffice.

“My God, I’ve missed you. Uhhhhh.”

He fucked me with intention. With vengeance. With care. With love. And with grief for all we’d lost in the midst of our troubles. Passion rested on the tips of our roaming fingers. I familiarized myself with every reachable inch of his body, of my body. Because undoubtedly, Chem belonged to me and I to him.

In another lifetime, we’d been lovers. In this lifetime, we’d remain lovers. In the next lifetime, we’d become lovers, again.

His strokes filled me with so many good things, so many good memories, and so much good energy. I closed my eyes as my orgasm mounted.

“Che—”

Silently, he continued plowing into me. With his right hand, he squeezed my left nipple between his fingers.

“Oh fucccccck.”

“Don’t wake my daughter, Choc,” he warned, barely above a whisper.

His request was felt impossible as the moon and stars exploded in the darkness. My center began to contract, attempting to deplete Chemistry of his semen.

He ejected himself. “Shit.”

His muscles tensed as he sunk his teeth into my shoulder. The worry that had begun to creep up my spine dissipated. I was a mere four and a half weeks postpartum. Until I fully embraced motherhood and truly experienced Chemistry in her essence, I wouldn’t bring another child into this world.

“Thank you,” I mumbled.

“Not until we’re better, Choc.”

I nodded, understanding his logic. It was parallel to mine.

“We should be going.”

I nodded, again, suddenly feeling like I was walking on pins and needles. Chemistry’s attention to detail didn’t allow him to see past it.

“Don’t do that, Egypt.”

With raised brows, I questioned, “What, Chem?”

“We start anew. Today, we say fuck everything that happened before this moment. Right here. Right now. You won’t walk around me moping with your head low and your heart heavy. I’m a grown-ass man, Choc. All has been forgiven.”

“Every day I wondered if it would be the day you found out. In a way, I was hoping you did, so I could stop pretending.”

Chuckling, he tossed his head back. “What kind of fool do you take me for, Choc? I’d be lying through my teeth if I told you I didn’t know who you were.”

“Ho– how?”

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