She closed the door behind her—the room was pitch black, except for the glow of the moon coming in.

She locked it—Adrian hadn't given her a chance to explain—she wanted to tell him.

Veronica stepped forward, feeling the rip on her skirt—feeling exposed more than usual.

"You ran before I could tell you..." she whispered.

Adrian stood up, bracing himself—he looked away from her, "Look—you don't have to tell me anything—really—I just, didn't want to interrupt you know?"

Even in the moonlight, she could see a confused look on his face—as if he didn't know what to say, or perhaps—he didn't know what to feel. Her heart ached. She wondered if the Prince had ever felt betrayal, longing, maybe even jealousy.

Her walls were crumbling within her—she wanted to close the gap between them. Why had she even resisted? She wanted him so badly.

She felt like fool—she'd been trying to keep everything together—only to have faced a man she didn't want, knowing she wanted someone else.

She took another step and he backed away—trying to keep their distance.

"You did walk in on something—" she reached out, he was a feet away, "I didn't know you were out there—but, still—it wasn't something I wanted you to see."

He turned away from her, closing the small distance to the window, looking out at the ocean, "Veronica—please don't explain—"

"No—" she wouldn't back down now, "as you know—I have a past that's following me, and Brian found that out today...he didn't know—I hoped he wouldn't find out."

Adrian looked back at her, listening to her words.

She continued, "When he came in, well—he knows that I need him—" a blush hit her cheeks, "I mean financially—and he so he wanted me in exchange."

Adrian turned around to face her—his mouth was slightly open, surprised. His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to each word.

Veronica looked down to her skirt, "He tried—but—I didn't let him."

Adrian looked down to her skirt, "You mean you didn't have sex with him?"

Veronica nodded, "I tricked him—but, I had to please him in another way...Adrian—please believe me when I say that I didn't want it—I didn't want him on me."

Adrian took a breath—she could see his eyes in the moonlight, they looked from the skirt back to her face. His hand reached out to her, but then pulled back.

"Why are you telling this, Veronica?"

Her heart fluttered—she knew what she wanted to say, but she let her body do the work.

Veronica closed the gap between them, walking up to him until their bodies touched—Adrian backed up on instinct, pressing against the glass windows. She stared into his green eyes, they looked deeper in the darkness of the room.

He stared at her—his eyes taking in her closeness, her face. She placed a hand on his chest and leaned up, planting a kiss on his lips. She pushed herself against him—wrapping her arms around his neck.

He inhaled, and then his arms wound around her—pulling her into a tight embrace.

Veronica's head swam—this was the affection she wanted from Adrian, this was the closeness she craved from him. Even if tomorrow, he changed his mind—she knew what she wanted right now. Veronica broke their kiss, pulling at his waistband.

"I'm telling you this—because it's you I want," her breath came out in a breathy whisper, "I want you Adrian."

He heard a groan from within his chest, and then he swept her into his arms, in an instant. He kissed her with fierceness. He took the few steps to the bed and then placed her down on it gently.

He kissed her on her lips and their mouths clung to each other—finally giving in to their attraction. She felt like she was completely letting go. His mouth explored her skin, his lips rushed over her cheeks, her eyes, and down to her neck. One hand clutched at her waist, brining her hips against his. The other hand held her wrist down to the table, like a prisoner—but, she didn't need that to keep her under him.

His body was electric—everywhere he pressed against her, sent her chills. His hands explored her body—and they groped her breast, her waist, and pulled at her hair.

She was breathing fast now—the heat rushing in between her legs. Her body recalled his touch in the market—how hard he had made her come. Her hips naturally pushed themselves against his, slowly pushing back at him. He moaned like the feeling of her hips pained him. He looked down at their hips, slowly pushing against each other, he pulled her waist closer—she could feel his hard package against her.

It felt great against her hip, the words slipped from her mouth, "God you're so much bigger."

Her eyes opened wide as she met his stare—he chuckled, "Are you new to this?"

He bent down and sucked at the nape of her neck, sending an electric shock to her pussy.

"Because" his voice was husky, "you sure know how to turn me on."

She smiled—happy to know that his words thrilled her. She bit her lip, in anticipation of her sweet release. He let go of her body and sat up, straddling her—he pulled off his cabana shirt and then reached down to her skirt.

His fingers pushed through the open rip—his warm touch instantly sending waves of heat into her body. She moaned at his touch.

He looked down at her, admiring her squirm under him, "Fuck—you're so hot."

His hands found their way up her skirt and lingered on her buttons. With one pull, he ripped the shirt open—exposing her pink bra.

He licked his lips and bent down into her breasts, pulling them out of the bra with his lips. His mouth on her breasts sent a fire through her, he sucked on them—sending her hips pushing against him harder. The ache in her body was pulling her apart. His hands wrapped down her waist, and finally reached her skirt.

She looked down at him, he looked up—his green shining like a cat's in the darkness. Her breath picked up faster.

This is it—

But it wasn't a choice anymore—she knew what she needed—this was worth it. He smiled, his face lowering towards her belly, as if he could read her mind. He sat back up and with his hands tore through the rest of the skirt.

She laughed—feeling the rush of air run over her bare skin and her panties. He smiled wickedly.

He pulled off her panties and pulled off his shorts before she could reach him. With a quick swoop he lifted her up and he switched places with her—setting her on top of his thighs.

She stared at his huge cock—it stood straight in front of her, throbbing and thick. She wanted it in her mouth, she wanted it everywhere. Her womanhood throbbed like a heartbeat—aching for him.

"Do I sit on you?" her wet opening called for his dick, she felt she knew where to go from here.

He smiled, "Yeah—this will feel better for you than any other position—trust me." His hands grabbed onto her hips and she lifted them up—her body doing what it wanted. He placed her above his dick. She looked into his eyes, he was already gazing at her.

He smiled widely, "Ready?"

She licked her lips, "Finally..." she pushed herself down onto his shaft.

When he entered, they moaned at once—gasping from their warmth and tightness. He pushed into her, his girth feeling like more than she could handle. But, she loved it. Her pussy swallowed him in—expanding to fit him. Adrian groaned and closed his eyes, as he pushed into her further.

Then, she felt something—it was like he hit a wall.

Adrian threw his head back to stare into her eyes, and then he pushed himself further.

A wave of painful pleasure ran through her body at once, and she heard a pop within her.

"Oh my god," she cried aloud—her body felt like it was on fire, electric, and exploding.

"Fuck—" Adrian breathed, grinning from ear to ear, "you feel amazing."

His hips pushed further into her, finding a rhythm that beat within her, making her body clench and heat up.

Veronica never knew it would feel so good—amazing, in fact. Her hips bucked against him, riding him harder and harder.

She was a changed woman.