by Sandra Ross
The heavy doors opened almost silently, automatically, and they drove through it.
Chapter Four
ON the side of the long driveway was a standing canopy. Right outside was a man. He was very large, wearing a dark suit and holding some kind of a walkie-talkie, waving at Nickolas as they passed.
"Tell me again... what line of work did you say you are in? A mob leader maybe? How many like him do you have?" she asked in a teasing manner.
"Some unfortunate past encounters with the paparazzi made me realize that I may need a very good security staff to protect my privacy. I have a few others like him. But I assure you, I'm a simple businessman."
"Yeah... so was Capone," she murmured. It was just a paparazzi problem? Yeah, right. And she did not grew up in the sleazy part of town. Did he know that, she wondered. And she knew without preamble that if he wanted to know her background, he would know what he wanted.
An image of the large man appeared inside her head. She almost cringed.
They continued on the road for about five more minutes. As they reached the top, Nickolas stopped the car.
"The Castle," he said softly.
They were at the opening of an enormous, heavily-lighted plateau up in the hill. It was surrounded by tall trees from the forest and infront of them was spreading a color pandemonium, as far as her eye could see; small gardens of all sizes and shapes, filled with flowers of all kinds and colors, separated by the road, which was branching in a dozen ways and was forming several intersections.
Behind those, she could see the house.
The Castle.
She has never seen it before and so she stared in awe. It was really breath-taking. Enormous, it occupied almost the whole back side of the plateau and looked like a castle from a fairy-tale-towers or turrets, and everything. It was all white except for the towers and window frames, which were dark red. Behind it, she could see the forest and directly above, the continuation of the mighty hill.
"Dear Lord...!"
Nick watched her put a hand to her chest in surprise, and he smiled. "Well, what do you think?"
"So... are Snow-white and the seven dwarves making an appearance now?" she nervously asked. He could only wonder if it was the huge mansion that made her nervous, or what they would possibly be doing inside it in a few minutes that made her nervous. "Or will Sleeping Beauty pass by first? Do say... what's the program? And what about Walt? Will he join us for dinner?"
He started laughing. Loud. A first since he met her and it felt wonderful. She just looked at him with an oblique, playful smile on her lips as she waited him out, and he couldn't help but think how sexy that expression on her face was. How seductive her eyes were looking. Did she know?
She was incredible. She was scared yet relaxed, afraid but joking. And so beautiful, always beautiful. His cock responded automatically to her smile. Darn... this waiting was becoming ridiculous. He couldn't hold back any more.
He was hoping they could at least reach the house before he did something.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her roughly to his body. She only had time for a little scream before his lips crashed hers. He squeezed her body to his, his lips besieging hers passionately and getting more aggressive by the second. His tongue invaded her mouth ferociously, found hers immediately and started playing, dancing the ancient dance of male with female.
There was only a moment's hesitation before she started to reciprocate, and when she did he could tell how wholeheartedly she did it. She wanted this, too, and there was nothing in her that seemed to be holding back. He smiled inwardly. And heard her protest when he took his mouth from hers for a moment.
"My brave, wild cat..." he murmured, looking at the beautiful flushed face, before kissing her delicious full lips again.
An eternity later, he pushed her gently back to her seat. She was trembling and he knew that both of them couldn't wait anymore. He started the car again and drove to the Castle.
The spell has set in, and they were both under its power...
Chapter Five
HIS bedroom.
Manly and thrifty. Lighted softly by a small lamp on the bedside. King-sized bed conquering the room, leaning on the wall.
Right above the bed, a series of windows probably viewing the forest where it was totally dark now were all covered by dark curtains. The most beautiful part of the room was on the ceiling above the bed-there seemed to be no ceiling. Just a glass partition with an amazing view of the stars in the sky. Thousands of them, sparkling and glowing.
He took her in his arms and sat her on the edge of the bed.
He stayed, standing still in front of her. His hand lifted her head so that she could see him. He started unbuttoning his shirt slowly , sensually. One button at a time, not hurrying a bit. He locked her eyes with him as he took off the shirt and threw it to the floor.
He was simply gorgeous. Muscles excellently worked out, not a single hair marring the perfection of his smooth chest. Broad shoulders... no wonder he looked so large yet elegant on his suits. He was a work of art and right now, he was hers. His cock, rock-hard, its shape visible in the front of his trousers and at the same height as her eyes. As she enjoyed the view, wondering how it would be to make love to him... her lips got dry and her tongue slipped out to moisten them.
She heard him groan from above.
He pulled her up and his lips searched for hers. He started kissing her madly, like a thirsty man finding water. His hands moved down her thighs and started pulling the hem of her dress upwards. As the hem reached her hips, his right hand slipped below it, between her legs, and worked its way upwards to her inner thighs.
It crossed softly along the slot of her love nest, over her underwear. The spasm his touch produced was intense, causing her to rock a little. Then he pushed her down again until she was sitting just on the edge of the bed, with him guiding her deliberately so.
He kneeled before her, infront of her separated knees. With soft movements, he raised her right foot and took her shoe off, then did the same with the other. Grabbing the hem of her dress once again, he lifted it beyond her head, doing the same with her bra. He still looked so much in control, but she saw his nostrils flare up once her breasts were free from her bra. Ahh... at last she knew how he felt about her breasts. She felt his hands quiver slightly when he moved to pull her panties off. Her heart was rejoicing.
She didn't think he wanted her this much. He'd never given this much of a clue. He was holding out on her, the brute, she thought. But her heart, if it could, was smiling.
She was left with nothing now, totally naked. And his eyes glittered as they watched her.
"Oh my god... you are magnificent..."
And she did feel magnificent.
ILIANA was much more beautiful than he had imagined. Thin yet fit, slender and elegant like a statue of Venus.
Her skin was shining white, her legs long and sexy. And her luscious breasts... perfect spheres of beauty, overly-gifted and defying the laws of gravity. Soft red fluff was covering the spot in the apex of her thighs. His eyes went lower and his mind got filled with pink images of pleasure. His mouth went dry.
He took her in his arms and placed her in the middle of the bed. In his mind, he saw himself attacking her, because his need was surely great. He was ready to fuck her until she screamed and came with lust... but that wasn't his plan for her. Even when he felt feverish in his hunger. He would make love to her, please her, do everything in his power for this first mating to be perfect.
Before he changed his mind, he stood from the bed and started peeling everything else from his body.
Her eyes followed every movement of his with a hunger he hasn't seen in any woman's eyes and it almost undid him. Her look said she was ready to rush up, attack him with want. But she remained lying down, bare and naked and waiting for him. Quivering, yet remaining motionless.
Finally, he let his cock go, and her eyes widened a little as they fastened on him. He knew
he was larger than average, that's what all the women he'd ever bedded said to him. This seemed to be of advantage, especially since he seemed to know exactly what to do to make a woman happy. He finally laid down beside her, careful not to touch her prematurely, very careful not to lose control.
There's a wild insane side inside of him that he did not want Iliana to learn of yet. Not yet. Sometimes he could feel a familiarity with her that he could not explain. The way she would sometimes receive his stare with her eyes, the way those eyes would seem to challenge his. As if there's someone else inside wanting to get out. Wanting to meet him. Wanting to meet the wild part of him.
Those eyes were staring at his eyes, now, directly challenging him again, but she wasn't moving. She wasn't talking. Just the heavy breathing now, the fast movement of a pulse on the white skin of her neck, as she anticipated the next moment.
It was his lips that first touched her. His lips covered her quivering lips and he started kissing her as his hand reached out to caress her hair. His lips seduced her, slowly. Methodically. She returned his kiss hungrily, eagerly, more demanding than his controlled kiss. He almost smiled.
His wild cat, eagerly showing a little teeth.
His lips left her mouth for her neck. His kiss was fierce now, devouring her flesh, biting, sucking, licking.
With every breath, he became brash and bolder.
Chapter Six
HIS hand reached for one of her breasts. He held and squeezed both of the perfect, soft orbs together, his eyes watching the beautiful view before him.
Her breasts were so beautiful and exquisite.
He moved his body, now half on top of her. He supported himself with his arms that were flat on both sides of her on the bed. She could feel his cock on her left leg. He pushed his left knee up, until it touched the slot of her love nest, rubbing it firmly with every move of his body, while his cock was doing the exact same thing on her leg, shamelessly.
Now both his hands held her breasts, kneading those delicious round wonders, his thumbs played with their pink buttons until they were both rigid and aroused, ready for suckling. She moaned when he lowered his head to put one nipple inside his mouth.
Hmm, succulent and delicious. Soft, warm, and very sensitive. He could feel her quiver while he back arched towards him, pushing her breast to his face at every nip and suck, and ever circle and flick of his tongue to the pink bud. He gave the same attention to her other breast, loving the feel of its softness pressed to his face, the taste of its nipple inside his warm mouth, the feel of the button in his tongue. Oh, he could love them forever.
But other parts of her needed attention, too, and his other hand traced the line towards the apex of her opened thighs, fingers reaching her love button. He started rubbing it, at first smoothly and slowly, dipping towards the wet opening of her pussy to lubricate his fingers with her juices... he groaned upon feeling that wetness. She's so aroused, so there with him. But he couldn't lose control.
He rubbed two fingers to her clit again, and she flinched and moaned and started grinding her ass to his hand. He rubbed, fast, and fierce. Fiercer and faster. Her lower part was electrified, shaking, her whole body was shivering. His tongue licked at her engorged nipple, his fingers played with the clit below, both movements in sync, same way, same extreme speed and fierceness.
The movements of his body was telling her she was almost there, almost reaching her pinnacle. "Oh god... noo... wait... don't...!" she groaned and reached her hand to pull his hand away from her ass. But she was too late. He had slid two fingers inside her pleasure hole, sliding in and out as fast as he suckled. A small scream came out of her mouth, and he knew that as she exploded, she'd completely lost touch with this world.
Nickolas watched her reaching the most phantasmagorical orgasm he had ever seen. Her face got all white, then flushed. Her eyes closed and tears were squeezed out of her lids. She stopped breathing for a few seconds and then started making small voices of satisfaction. Her body shivered and shook for a few moments more as he held her.
In the end, a smile of unbelievable satisfaction appeared on her mouth. She looked like a cat, lying lazily under the sun. When she finally opened her eyes they were shining bright.
This was probably the very moment that he felt he's most madly in love with her.
ILIANA was feeling... complete, full.
She had never felt like this before. And it was soooo beautiful!
Suddenly, the thought of Ramon came uninvited. He was her first and only lover. Although they were together almost a year, he never made her feel this way. She felt like she was somehow betraying this boy she loved a lifetime ago...
NICKOLAS watched as her smile disappeared and her face changed various expressions in seconds. Wonder, embarrassment, sadness, guilt. He knew exactly what she was thinking. Or rather, who.
He knew so many things about Iliana she'd never dream possible he knew-even before he met her. And he was surprised with the feeling of rage that suddenly hit him as she thought of somebody else while he was in his arms. In his bed.
He suddenly moved that it startled her. But he didn't care this time. He's loosing control but he didn't care. No other man but him. There would be noone else ever again.
He pushed both her knees upwards and hitched her legs over his shoulders, then roughly grab her by her ass, lifted her hips.
Chapter Seven
HE stuck his mouth at her love nest and started repeating with his tongue what his hand had done before. At first, she tried to resist, tried to push his head away. She felt too sensitive there. But his hands were holding her still and he was totally dedicated to what he was doing. He used all of his experience, all his technique and pretty soon Iliana was groaning and sighing. Again.
His tongue licked, pushed and sucked at her bliss-button until she was trembling. Then it started rubbing it obsessively, increasing the speed with each move. By then, her body was his and the first spasms started. His own body ached and his cock had reached an unspeakable size. He wouldn't give in yet. His anger and stubbornness were stronger.
His tongue invaded inside her as deep as it could and she screamed of pleasure. He repeated it again. Her body was shaking so uncontrollably that he had to use both hands to hold her still. He continued the same moves with his tongue, inside-out, fast and fierce, as a prelude of what would happen later. Her love nest was all wet now and her smell was getting him erotically insane. He continued this attention until he gave her another orgasm.
Her reactions were exactly the same as the first time. He watched her face as she came, and she was beautiful... so erotically seductive. "You will be the death of me," he groaned, as all the muscles in his body were now hurting while his cock still vibrated with the need to explode.
He didn't wait for her to reply. The moment she opened her eyes, he was kneeling between her legs and was pushing his penis inside her... slow and steady.
She was just getting in touch with the world again when she felt him invading her. He burned a hot trail and he was painfully big. Her body froze with tension. He stopped moving, started caressing her hair and face to relax her. His sensual, whispering voice tickled her ear.
"Easy love, relax. Let me give you even more satisfaction, the one only I can give you. I won't hurt you, I swear. I just want to make you feel wonderful, to give you bigger pleasure. I'm dying for your loving... I want to get lost inside your warmth, snuggle inside you and bathe myself in your beauty. Pull me inside you, please Iliana. Take me, all of me and burn me in your fire. Yes... like that...ohhh... yes!"
She pushed her hips at him, taking him all inside. God... it was so perfect! He was big and hard! He was filling her so completely that she no longer understood where her body ended and his started. Neither of them moved for a while. Then, he put his hands on both sides of her on the bed so that he could look in her eyes.
He started moving. Slowly, carefully, giving her body time to adjust, not breaking the eye-contact for a second, nor the r
hythm. At every push she groaned, and he struggled to restrain himself at the sound.
Each penetration was a little faster, a little stronger. Faster and faster. Very soon, they were both out of control. His body was pounding hers with brash, wild movements. She was moving forward with fierceness, in sync with his. They had both forgotten any kind of tenderness or kindness. They were taking each other, conquering each other without caring who was who. They groaned, sighed, shivered, shaking both the same.
His moves were vicious now. Lust has finally taken control. The only thing that was holding him back was his need to satisfy her before himself. When he sensed her spasming around his cock, he brought his hand to her bliss button and rubbed it wildly, as he penetrated her even deeper. As soon as she reached her peak, he released himself inside her with a loud moan.