Chapter 1: Introduction
Zack had parked their beat-up Malibu next to a row of souped-up sedans, the chrome shining ominously beneath the dim glow of the streetlights. The night air was thick with the scent of smoke and fried food. The sounds of laughter, R&B tunes, and shouting drifted across the courtyard. A warm breeze, heavy with the oppressive energy of the block, slithered around Zack and Camellia's bodies as they nervously glanced around them.
Roughly dressed men lingered in the shadows, eyeing them with overt curiosity, making Camellia clutch Zack's arm a little tighter.
Zack glanced at her, his jaw set. "C'mon, let's hurry and get inside."
After wrestling the door open, they dumped a few boxes inside before collapsing onto their makeshift bed—an old, stained mattress they found in the alleyway.
Sweat-drenched and exhausted, Zack pulled Camellia into his arms, resting his chin on her dark, silky curls.
Suddenly aware of her husband's proximity, Camellia's heart pounded rapidly. The night's events had awakened a desire in both of them, and the tension was palpable.
"What's the matter, baby?" Zack asked, smirking as he brushed a wayward curl from her face.
"I-I don't know," she stammered, licking her lips nervously. "The neighbors... it's all just a bit overwhelming."
"Screw the neighbors," Zack growled as his hand slipped from her waist to her breast. "I need you now."
His mouth found hers, devouring her cries. A low moan escaped her lips as his eager fingers reached beneath her thin dress, ripping her thong aside.
"Is this what you want?" he whispered against her neck, sliding a finger into her slick folds.
"You're soaked for me, aren't you?"
With a gasp, Camellia nodded. She was lying of course, she always had a thing for dark skinned men. So seeing them eyeing her so lustfully, it made her soaked. She couldn't let him know that though.Her fingers clawed at the sheets as he roughly stroked her, her arousal growing with each thrust of his finger.
"Shit, you feel good," he groaned, moving his lips back to hers as he added a second finger. Camellia responded with eager, open-mouthed kisses, mewling like a kitten every time he hit just the right spot.
"Zack," she pleaded breathlessly, hips bucking violently.
Her pleas were met with a low, guttural chuckle, "What do you want, Camellia?"
"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "Now, please..."
He smirked wolfishly, tugging her dress up over her head. Camellia shivered, goosebumps prickling her skin in the cool, dark room. Her thick nipples stood erect, tight peaks begging for his tongue.
Zack pulled off his shirt and kicked off his pants, underwear, and shoes.