Chapter 8

 

Elena's biggest worry was that she'd end up in bed with Diego, and that she'd never be able to come back from it. She would have gotten drunk on him, and if he walked away, she never would have been able to recover, but nothing happened. They just held each other on the beach until they both got tired.

There was no sexual pressure that night. He didn't even ask her if she wanted to be with him. In fact, he seemed to have anticipated her desire to take things slow, and made all of the considerations he could to ensure that she would feel comfortable.

But she wasn't comfortable, because when the servant took her to her room, they had to separate. He was on the second floor while she was on the first, and it felt like there were lightyears between them. What was the point of ending the night like that when she could still be in his arms? She needed to be with him, and decided she wouldn't allow herself to make the same mistake again.

Elena couldn't be without Diego. Her relationship had taken over everything else. She was starting to understand what she wanted out of life. She thought she wanted somebody to sit next to her on the couch and raise a family with, and that Tripp was the kind of man that could do that for her. But she was wrong. That life would have bored her to death, and a man like Tripp wasn't reliable. He was barely present, even when he was right there. She needed more.

Diego's allure wasn't just his predatory stare or his beastly form. It was the thrill that he gave her. Elena was addicted to it. Every time he kissed her, it was like jumping out of an airplane. She was safe, yet she still felt like she was in danger, and there was no way that she could shake that feeling.

It was a good thing and a bad thing. Ultimately, it could be lethal. She could get hurt. He could walk away, and if he did, she'd lose everything. It felt like she was risking her life, but she couldn't stop herself.

The next morning Elena tiptoed out of her bedroom and up the stairs towards Diego's room. She laid down on the bed beside him and laid her head on his shoulder.

“Hey! What are you doing?”

He pinned her down and leaped on top of her in an instant. Then he lunged down, growling like a beast and let the predator inside him loose. He'd never kissed her like that before. His kisses had been soft and slow, but once that predator came out, he lost whatever was holding him back, and he devoured her.

He was like fire, eating her at her neck, then scorching her lips, so hot that his body warmth covered her in a smoldering blanket. His deep laughter echoed through the room when he sat up, ripped off her night shirt, and threw it on the ground, leaving her exposed to his teeth, his lips and his tongue.

He started by kissing down her chest while cupping one of her breasts in his hand. Then he entered the space between her breasts, looked up at her with a menacing grin. Then his fingers shot sparks into her body when he pinched her nipple.

“O-o-h,” she shuddered.

“You like that?” he asked. Then he dove down and moved his tongue around her areola, letting it flick over the tip of her nipple. It burned softly, so sweetly that she could barely stand it. All of the warmth that he'd given her was falling down to her gut, trickling through her thighs like boiling magma, so hot that it threatened to scorch right through her.

With kiss after sweltering kiss, he moved down her chest, and over her ribs, all the while maintaining eye contact. She felt his stare even when she tipped her head back and cried out. He had pulled down her panties without her even noticing and was clenching her clit in a fiery vice grip that sent hot fluid dripping from her.

He laughed, like thunder clapping against the sky, and thrust his head between her legs, lapping up every drop. Then he moved towards the center and slowly parted her legs, letting the cool morning air mix with his hot breath while he let his tongue breach just past the surface, and rest inside while he swirled it slowly.

She was starting to lose it. Her thighs were trembling, her head was thrown back and all the while he drove that fire deeper inside her with his finger rubbing along her clit. The heat stuck, and settled deep. With every movement it built up, and started to grow until it was bonfire, burning hotter and hotter.

She looked up and watched him, enjoying the view of his wide shoulders while his mouth did its job. She wanted him, not just his tongue or his kiss. She wanted what was sticking between his legs… and he knew it. He was drawing it out, letting the moment build up while her anticipation grew higher and higher.

“Put it in.” she whispered.

“What?” he stuck his finger in so deep she nearly lost control.

“Oh, God!”

“You want this?” He stood up revealing his cock sticking out of his red boxer shorts which were hanging just below his waist line. It was huge. She knew he could pound it in just where she needed it to be. The man was a genius, stroking his hand up and down it, letting the foreskin pull over the head and back again. She stared down at it, then he met her eyes, stepped forward and slapped it against her lips like a crack of lightning.

“You like that, huh?” He pinched her clit, transforming the bonfire inside her into a volcano ready to explode. If he didn't hurry she'd cum without getting a chance to feel it inside her, and she couldn't let that happen. He was staring at her, slapping his cock up and down against her lips, watching the tortured expression on her face with a smile so sweet it was sinful.

Every beat pressed in a little further, and drove the fire deeper. Her body was begging to receive him, but she could barely find the words. The rapture was too powerful. Then he stopped, and the quiet between them was deafening.

“Do it,” she urged him.

He didn't answer, but that quiet was starting to grow electric. She knew that something was about to happen. He moved like he was about to get up. Then he slammed into her, and she lost all knowledge of where she was or what she was doing. All she knew was that he was roaring through, pounding relentlessly and that he wasn't going to stop. He was an animal, growling and panting.

The smell of wet sex and the sound his body pounding against hers, melded with the heat of his chest just a few inches away, and created fireball that shot through her along with his dick. He knew how to move it, how to thrust his hips and hit right where she needed him to, all the while teasing out the fire.

It grew from a small mountain of heat into a volcano threatening to erupt, and not just a small explosion. This was the kind of explosion that toppled mountains and destroyed forests. The power of this thing could rip her apart and destroy her world.

He was drilling through, grunting and howling with his balls smacking against her taint. He was close, and he planned on taking every piece of her. He increased his speed and thrust deeper. She was pounding up and pressing her body against his, echoing a symphony of shuddered cries that matched his frightening groans.

The lava was starting to brim over the mouth of her volcano while the bed shook below her, and that fire spread out over her stomach, down her legs and up her chest. It was rolling down the mountain. Then black spots flashed over her eyes, she cried out and the volcano erupted outward, sending her falling in a wave of hot fire as her voice bubbled out.

His cries nearly shook the room, and shot straight through with an unrivaled, royal bravado that only served to heighten her excitement. When his voice subsided, he collapsed beside her.

He wrapped her close and they laid in bed for hours, exploring each other as only brand new lovers could. The man was a mountain with ridges and muscles she never even knew existed, and he was rock hard. Not a single portion of him was soft. That was all inside. He wasn't mean or rude. He wasn't even vulgar. She had judged him, just like he said she did, but Elena was never going to make the same mistake again.