25. Ginevra

CHAPTER 25

Ginevra

“ R uin me,” the plea falls from my lips between kisses. He growls in approval, grinding his hard cock against my aching center. He must have thought his warning would push me away, but all I’ve ever wanted is more of him, to see beneath his mask.

“Not here,” he says. “I won’t take you like a beast against this rock wall.”

“I want it here. Please, I don’t want to have to deal with your family right now. I don’t want to go back to the main island yet.”

His blue eyes darken with desire, and something more sinister that I can’t quite name. “As you wish.”

He sets me on my feet, then disappears into the rain for several minutes. It’s just enough time for me to begin to spiral. What am I doing? What if I freak out as soon as we start taking our clothes off? The embarrassment hardly seems worth the effort. I hug myself, screaming inside my head. I hate being so fucked up.

But when he asked who hurt me, I couldn’t tell him. I don’t want him to know my story–how other men have treated me–I don’t want him to look at me like I’m damaged.

I’m fine being a slut, a tramp, a whore in the eyes of society, but I refuse to be labeled a victim. I never want anyone to know the truth.

Blake returns with a giant blanket, which I realize is the table cloth, and a few pillows that aren’t completely sodden. He’s dripping wet, his button down plastered to his muscular chest, and my mouth goes dry. He’s so handsome that he’s hard to look at sometimes. Heat pools between my legs and I know that I’m going to give this a try. For the first time in my life, I want this. I want him like I’ve never yearned for anything before.

He spreads the large blanket on the ground and tosses down the pillows. Running his palms over his wet hair, he smooths it back. Then his gaze lands on me.

“Come here, magpie.” He beckons me closer. I nearly fall into his arms, my body pressed to his, I fumble with his shirt buttons. “Here, let me help you.” He grabs the two sides of his shirt and gives it one violent tug. The buttons go flying. He shrugs out of the wet garment, tossing it aside. I caress his warm skin, tempted to lick the rain drops from his abs.

He pulls me in for a heated kiss, while his deft hands strip away my clothes, until I’m standing in my lace underwear. He purposefully falls onto the plush tablecloth, turned blanket, and I land on top of him. His lips leave mine to venture further south, kissing my throat, my shoulders, the tops of my breasts. Rolling until we’ve switched places, he keeps his eyes on mine as he sucks down on the inside of my breast. My back arches and I moan, knowing he’s leaving his first mark on me.

His tongue darts out, licking the hickey before he moves lower trailing his lips over my stomach. At my hip he pauses, biting down hard enough that I gasp. The sensation of his body over mine, his hands and lips on my flesh feel foreign but amazing. When he drops his mouth to my panties, and starts teasing my clit through the thin fabric, I moan.

“I want you to beg for it, baby girl.” His hot breath sends trembles through me.

“Please,” I say. “I’m ready, please.”

He chuckles, his fingers toying with the edge of my panties. When he dips them beneath. Finding my pussy hot and wet, he lets out a rumbly groan against my clit. Oh fuck .

Sucking down on my sensitive bundle of nerves, he slips two fingers into me and my entire body shudders at the sensation. He stretches me, slowly moving in and out of my wetness, and my eyes roll back in my head. This… oh my god. He curls his fingers, pumping them, and I shatter into a million pieces of ecstasy. The orgasm comes on so suddenly that I struggle to catch my breath.

Blake slides off my panties, then unclasps my bra, lying me bare before his hungry eyes. His gaze slides across my skin like a lover’s caress as he drinks me in. Goosebumps erupt over my flesh, my nipples pebble, and I’ve never felt more seen, and vulnerable, in my entire life.

“Sweet girl,” he murmurs, before he sucks one nipple into his mouth. He rolls the peak between his teeth and I scream, my back arches and my fingers fist into his hair. “That’s my girl. Come for me again.”

He sucks down on my other nipple as he fingers my dripping cunt. I ride his hand. Heat and pressure build low in my stomach, sparks glitter across my vision, and flutters erupt in my core.

“Blake,” I scream his name as I fall apart again. Wave after crashing wave of searing hot bliss shoots through me.

He doesn’t give me a chance to recover this time. In a second his trousers are off and he aligns his cock with my entrance. Keeping his eyes on me, he slowly pushes inside, stretching me with each thick inch. I open my legs wider to fully take him. Just when I think I’m at my limit, he bottoms out, a soft groan falling from his lips.

“You’re so fucking perfect, magpie. Look how good you’re taking my cock, and fuck, you feel even better than I imagined.” His eyelids flutter closed for a second. “I know you’re on birth control so I’m going to fill your pretty pussy with my cum. But first you’re going to come on my dick.”

I whimper. Having him on me, and in me, makes my head spin. His rich scent invades my nose, adding to the sensory overload. Then he begins to move his hips in slow, deep thrusts and my brain short circuits. I hold onto his broad shoulders as his body moves within mine. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s so, so good.

I shiver beneath him and he pauses. “Are you okay, baby?”

I nod.

“Use your words, Gin. How are you feeling?”

“I-I’m fine. Good.” I try to clear my head, but it’s a useless attempt. “I never knew it could feel like this. It’s so good.” I choke on a sob.

“Fuck.” Blake angles up on his forearms to get a better look at me. “Is this too much?”

“No! Don’t stop, I need more.”

“I’m not going to fuck you while you cry. I’m twisted, but I’m not that fucked up.”

I give him a watery smile and try to explain. “These are happy tears. I’m a little overwhelmed, but I’m okay. Please, give me more. I need more. I need you.”

He pistons his hips, giving me so much more that the sensations go from overwhelming to out of this world. Clinging to him, I gradually adjust, until I’m meeting each of his thrusts and moaning his name.

Blake varies his speed and depth. He’ll fuck me hard and fast, only to still deep inside my pussy, then continue in measured, slow thrusts, every muscle in his body straining. We’re both covered in sweat, our skin flushed. Our tongues tangle when he takes me slowly, these kisses raw and honest, then I cling to his chest when he ravages my body.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, let me come.” Any rational thought left my brain long ago. All I know is that I need this release, I can’t take it any more.

He slips his hand between us, his thumb finding my clit, and I explode around him. My pussy clamps down on his cock like a vise as I scream and scream. He curses, his hips pumping quicker, deeper, harder until he follows me over the edge. His guttural cry echoes through the cave.

I’m not sure if I passed out or fell asleep, but I wake up to Blake wiping tears from my cheeks.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, clear concern in his blazing blue eyes.

“No.” I cry harder, unable to stop. Why am I sobbing? Then I realize… “I’m so sorry. I just never thought that I could have this.”

It’s true. I thought I was too broken to enjoy intimacy with another person and actually enjoy it. He’s given me a priceless gift. One that I’m not sure how I can ever repay.

Blake draws me into his arms, holding me close as I cry into his chest. “Of course you can have this, baby. Beautiful girl, this is only the beginning of what you can have. I can’t wait to show you more, for you to discover all the things that you like, there’s a whole new world open to you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m ruining the moment.”

“No, you’re not. This moment’s perfect.” He rubs soothing circles on my back, lulling me into relaxation and a brief nap. When I wake up, laying in his arms, the sun sinks low on the horizon, painting a perfect blend of pastels across the sky.

In silence, taking comfort in the feeling of him, I watch the sun disappear. This has been one of the most intense, but also best days of my life. Maybe the best day of my life. I have Blake to thank for this. All I need to figure out is how to thank him.

“Come. We should get back to the villa.” He quickly dresses, then bundles me up in the blanket and carries me to the helicopter. I’m so exhausted, both physically and emotionally, that I doubt I can stand right now, much less walk. How does he seem to know that?

It’s a quick flight back and no one’s around to bother us as we settle into our own villa and order room service for dinner.

That night Blake makes love to me again and again. I can’t think of how else to describe what his body is doing to mine, because this isn’t fucking, it’s too deep, too tender. He treats me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held. Of all the men in the world, how is it that I feel safest in the arms of this ruthless villain? More than safe. Prized, admired, and cherished.

He soothes my damaged heart, fills it with possibility and hope. My heart doesn’t care that I can’t fall in love with him. He might be gentle and caring with me, but he’s not the type of man who would ever love me in return.

A heart as cold and dead as his can never be revived. I’m not foolish enough to believe that I’m the one to melt him, to shine a light into his dark soul until he discovers love. That will never happen.

It’s in my best interest to distance myself from him, but I’m afraid it’s far too late for that. He’s going to rip out my tender organ and hack it to pieces. There’s nothing I can do about that anymore, because what I feel for him is no longer fake.