Tell Me You Love Me

Atlanta, Georgia

Wednesday night

Steven nervously shoved his briefcase under his bed. It contained files, bank statements, money transactions, and other information he'd stolen from his father's computer. Steven spent the last three years searching everything, looking for something connecting his father to his wife's disappearance. He had not expected to find money laundering, stock manipulation, and price fixing. The old man didn't deserve another day of freedom as far as he was concerned and he was set to turn it in to a former classmate of his in the FBI tomorrow. He heard movement at his bedroom door and turned around quickly in fear to see who it was.

He could not believe his eyes when the door opened and there stood Jayla, his wife, the woman he loved and lost three years ago. Was this by some miracle, that she stood before him now wearing the same white cotton sundress she wore on the last day he saw her on the beach in Jamaica? She was so beautiful then, standing barefoot in the sand, her cocoa brown skin glowing like bronze in the sunlight against the white of her dress, her dark hair in cornrows that stopped just below her breasts. She was smiling at him with deep brown eyes that seem to pierce his very soul. His parents had warned him not to marry her because she could not possibly fit into his world. He was heir to his father’s fortune 500 pharmaceutical company, handsome with an Ivy League education, the world at his feet. Jayla, on the other hand, had grown up in public housing and though she attended college and became an accountant, his parents still frowned on such a union. Not to mention her skin color—interracial marriages were still somewhat taboo, especially in the south even though this is the twenty-first century.

Steven and Jayla had only been dating for two months when he whisked her off to Jamaica to elope behind his parent’s back. On the third day there, they were visiting a remote spot on the beach when Jayla went missing; he had only turned away for a second to adjust his camera. When he looked up again, Jayla was gone. The search for Jayla went on for months and many of his friends and family said it was fate; they should not have been together in the first place. Nothing and no one could console him after that. Though he was still successful and quite the catch with his stellar good looks, he spent the last three years being a recluse, obsessed with finding his beautiful wife and trying to prove his father's involvement.

His mind raced as his pulse quickened. How could this be possible? After three years and no word, she just walked into his bedroom! Am I dreaming? He laid back still and quiet on his bed as she moved closer to him, her dark eyes shimmering like dark pools in the sliver of moonlight that shone through the bedroom blinds. Only, he was not asleep. She came closer and he sat upright on the edge of his bed dumbstruck, dressed only in his boxer briefs.

“Jayla, is it really you?” he whispered. He wanted to run to her, but fear and disbelief held him fast.

“Yes, Steven, it’s me.” She smiled coyly.

“It’s been so… long; they said there was no hope… how did… why didn’t you call?”

“Hush baby, that was a long time ago. I’m here now, and that’s all that matters,” she said softly as she moved closer to him and pressed her long nailed index finger to his lips.

Emotion flooded Steven and he no longer protested as he stood and reached for her, feeling the silky skin of her neck and pulling her in for a kiss. She softly moaned as his kiss became more urgent and full of need. His mind raced with questions, but she was here and he was more than grateful. She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to pull the white dress over her head, revealing her naked body beneath. She was exactly as he remembered her, full breasts with dark pointed nipples and slender waist. His body reacted as his member throbbed eagerly between her legs.

She bent down to kiss him once more as she gently removed his briefs, took him in her hands, slipping his member expertly into her mouth. He swelled to fullness quickly in her warm mouth and she eased her way above him and mounted him slowly. He moaned as her warmth overwhelmed him and he began to thrust his hips ferociously upward as she rode him. His hunger and need so great, it was barely manageable.

“Tell me you love me,” she whispered as she bent over him, her kisses soft and sweet.

“I love you Jayla. God, how I’ve missed you,” he said sincerely as all consuming joy filled his body and mind. Jayla had returned and he was not going to let her out of his sight again.

Jayla’s body pulsed and seemed to glow after a few moments. Steven felt his own body vibrate and closed his eyes, almost on the verge of release but he wanted this to last, so he forced himself to maintain control. Jayla writhed and moaned above him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she soaked his hardness with her warm juices, her body pulsing and tightening around his shaft with every movement of her hips. Steven, caught up in the heat of the moment, hardly noticed Jayla’s eyes that began to flash with a golden light. She began to ride him harder and faster and soon Steven began to find it hard to breathe.

“Hey, take it easy now babe,” he gasped. Jayla only laughed as she tilted her head back in abandon. Steven could not hold back anymore and released powerfully inside her. He felt so drained and weak he could hardly move, and when he tried to catch his breath, he began to choke. Fear and panic hit him as he tried to push her off, only she held him fast pressing her mouth firmly over his, swallowing his life essence until he became a lifeless corpse. Her body and eyes glowed white as her long tongue flickered out gingerly licking her full lips. Now sated, she dressed and headed for the door, pausing to gaze at herself in the dresser mirror.

“You are beautiful, my dear,” she whispered. Her appearance slowly began to change revealing her true self, her brown skin turned copper and scaly, the color of an old penny.

Her long, wavy jet black hair fell smoothly to her waist. Her eyes golden in color, small black horns protruded both sides of her forehead, teeth long and sharp behind full lips. Her long tail with a small tuft of black hair at it's tip, swished behind her. Her body, curvy like a human woman in all of the right places, with the exception of her claws, which protruded through her fingertips like tiny black daggers. With a haunting laugh, she disappeared into the night.

Copyright © 2019 by Mahogany SilverRain