7
Isa
Iwasn't sure what I'd expected to happen the moment he saw the scar. I didn't know of a single man who could think someone with that was beautiful. A hideous reminder of my stupidity and the way it had torn my family apart.
I'd expected disgust when his eyes found mine in the dim room. What I got was fury.
He was angry on my behalf, incorrectly assuming it had been anybody's fault but my own, but the scar on my leg was pale compared to the scars on my soul. To the feeling of being surrounded by darkness as shadows came closer to swallow me whole.
He closed the distance between us once again as his fingers splayed over the scar, spreading my legs even wider to make room for his muscled hips. His length pressed against the most intimate part of me, as hard as steel as he nestled between me like he was always meant to be there. His thumb touched my bottom lip, dragging the flesh down to show my teeth before he pressed the wetness to my nipple and drew a ragged breath from me.
"Rafe," I whispered, watching his eyes darken the moment the name left my lips. He leaned in, touching his wicked tongue to my nipple in a wet tease before he drew it into his mouth and sucked.
My hands went to his hair, both pulling him closer and trying to tug him away as sensation exploded through me. Blinding pleasure I'd never felt before drove me to the point of no return as I writhed beneath him. The sudden heat between my thighs was something out of a book. Something I'd only ever read about and never dreamed to have for myself.
It couldn't be possible for real people to feel this way. To burn from the inside and wonder how I didn't catch flame.
His hand touched my other breast, pinching the nipple harshly as he worshiped my right with his tongue. The shock of pain compared to the wet pleasure of his mouth made me gasp. "Please," I begged.
He slid his hand down from my breast to the strings at the side of my bikini bottom. Loosing the tie hurriedly, he shoved the scrap of fabric out of his way and did the same on the other side, until he could pull it from between my legs. I was suddenly naked with a man I had no business being with.
My apprehension went out the window the moment his finger touched me, sliding through me and exploring me. He groaned against my breast before releasing my nipple, moving his mouth to my lips again and kissing me with a need I didn't know a man could possess. His finger tormented me, brushing against my clit before sinking lower and touching my entrance. He pulled his lips from mine, staring at my face and watching as he pressed it inside me. I bit my lip, the feeling uncomfortable but not particularly painful. Totally lost to the way his mismatched eyes watched me. To the feeling of him looking inside me and watching me unravel.
"You're so wet for me, Princesa," he groaned, applying more pressure until he worked his finger inside of me. His thumb pressed against my clit, leaving me full and burning alive with need. He pumped that treacherous finger in and out of me slowly, driving me higher and closer to the precipice of something I didn't know I'd been capable of ever reaching.
Not that I'd tried.
A second finger joined the first, pressing in and stretching me while I winced from the burn. He grinned down at me, touching his lips to the valley between my breasts and lowering himself between my thighs. His lips trailed a kiss over my stomach until he laid flat on his and stared at the core of me. I closed my legs instinctively, shaking my head. "You don't have to—"
"Hush, Isa," he reprimanded. Leaning forward to flatten his tongue against my clit and making circles around it. He groaned the moment his mouth touched me, echoing the moan that caught in my throat and made me arch my back. The heat of his mouth was blinding.
Addicting.
Somehow, I knew I'd never be the same.
Those two fingers pumped inside of me slowly, preparing me for what I had to assume would be a bigger intrusion, considering what I'd felt when he lay on top of me.
He touched a part inside of me that felt different, hooking his fingers toward my front. "Oh," I gasped, writhing my hips up toward his face instinctively. He smiled into my clit the moment I grabbed his head, lost to what he built in me. "Fuck."
Pressing harder, he moved those fingers more firmly, and I shattered beneath him. Arching my back and spasming around him, I tightened my legs around his head as I lost control of my body.
It was his. He could keep it.
At that moment, I never wanted it back.
When I'd relaxed into a heap on the bed, fighting to catch my breath, he rose to his knees and then stood. Staring down at me, his fingers finally went to the laces of his swim trunks, untying them slowly while I watched. The material parted to show more of the adonis belt at his hips; the enticing carved muscle just below his defined abs drawing my gaze as he slid the fabric down his legs.
My breath caught, staring up at him. I might have looked like a fish, my lips opening and closing with no sound coming out. My legs closed on their own, even my vagina had the damn sense to knowthatwasn't going inside me.
It curved up toward his belly button, bobbing as he climbed back into the bed and parted my legs for him to settle between again. "I don't think—"
"We'll go slow," he chuckled, kissing me briefly as he reached between us. He gripped himself, dragging his head through my lips, and I shivered in anticipation. It was so much bigger than his fingers had been.
The moment he prodded my entrance, apprehension slithered through me. "Condom," I said, touching his stomach to stop him. He studied me for a moment, lost to his own thoughts before he nodded and reached into the nightstand.
Watching as he pulled a condom out, I didn't dwell on where they'd come from. Especially not when I read the name of the hotel on the packaging.
He opened the packet with his teeth, pulling it out and sliding it over his length while I watched in fascination. Something about the sight of him touching himself pushed me back into desire, even despite the fear that he might split me in two. Tossing the empty packet to the side, he lined himself up once again and settled his weight over mine.