Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-25808351-20170717181116

Marcus makes it a point to show Sahar what kind of man he is. He stands tall and ploughs his drink, then breaths deep the aroma. Maintaining his posture and stature as the smoke takes it's effects, he moves closer to Sahar and Samia.

"Does she now? Do you not get enough from me Sam? Am I'm inadequate at pleasing you?" His voice is stern and deep, as if something aggravated him.

"No Marcus, you are my world, but Sahar. She is part of me, my love. It is not a feeling I can describe or articulate, it is just a feeling. She and I are bound, part of one another. Although we have just met to you, I feel as if I've been reunited with an old lover. Please Marcus, don't separate us...." Samia continues to take in Sahar's scent and caress herself against the Apophis.

"Tch. Sahar, how do you feel about this? Samia is obviously infatuated with you. I've never seen her like this before, she's like a child who finally found love. Not even Cyndwella got this much of a rise out of her...." Marcus reaches out and runs his fingers through his wife's hair.