I like watching her awake, too. More so when she’s in the height of her fear and doesn’t know how to figure me out.
She can join the club because I still can’t figure her out, either.
I couldn’t stay in here after I fucked her because I wanted to do it again the moment I pulled out of her, but she wouldn’t have been ready for the hard fuck I wanted to give her.
I went to work out for a few hours and to swim.
Anyone would think I was crazy for swimming in the freezing cold pool but I like it. The cold wakes me up and keeps in touch with my feelings. It makes me feel nearly the same as the fire I feel within me when I’m with her.
My cock is twitching to be inside her again, and the memory of seeing my cum swallowing up her virginal blood is playing over and over again in my mind.
It’s something I won’t forget. I never forget. I don’t think most men would.
There’s something primal in taking a woman’s virginity that stays with you, and I’ve never been with a woman who made me want to take her again after that.
Not that I’ve only ever been with virgins. I’ve just never seen the point in pursuing anything with them after because the enticement was to be their first.
This woman makes me want more, and my obsession pushes me to want to know more about her, too.
I chance moving the sheet from her back so I can look at those scars again. I can barely spot them in the moonlight, but they’re there.
She’s so tired she doesn’t stir as I run my finger over them, touching her silky skin as I wonder what the fuck she must have done for Raul to whip her.
There are no other visible marks on her body. Just those. And there’s something about them that summons me to pay attention. I just don’t know to what. Other than what they are and the lie she told me when I asked her about them.
I look at my ring on her finger and remember her in that dress earlier.
The dress looked like it was made for her. As if the designer had created it with her in mind. When I saw her in it, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I must have stood there for a good five minutes before I spoke, announcing my presence.
Adriana is a mystery to me, one that keeps enticing me, and now that I know her secret, I want to know her others. The ones she’s got buried deep beneath.
When she stirs, I run my fingers over her skin again, and as her breathing changes, I know she’s awake and aware of me. I decide to be a selfish bastard because I want her all over again.
I’m sure her pussy got a good break from me. It’s time to take her again.
“I know you’re awake, Malyshka,” I say. It feels like déjà vu from the other night. The only difference being that I had more control that night.
Now that I’ve had a taste of her body and I liked it, I’m ready to feast.
She rolls onto her side, and I tug at the top.
“Why did you bother to put clothes on?”
She glares at me. Her eyes hold a flame of anger, but the state of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric says so much more.
“I wear clothes to bed.”
“That changes tonight.”
“That is ridiculous.”
I press down hard on her arm, and she catches herself before she can say anything else to defy me.
“Do I need to spank that ass of yours again. Just give me a reason.”
“No.”
“Good, then obey me and do as you’re told. Take off the top.” I pull down the sheets and see her panties. “All of it, take it off. I want to fuck you again.”
