WHAT IT IS

Elena's POV:

At least we had time to ourselves. We were both sitting on the bed while I played with my fingers.

"Do you have anything you want to say?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I guess things are actually going as planned."

"And your wound? It's been a month."

"Doesn't hurt so much anymore, it nearly healed," I stated and looked at him and his eyes were on me too.

"I think I've held myself back for way too long." Before I could process what it was that he said, he smashed his lips on mine. Dominance, I loved it. He leaned towards me till my back was on the bed, careful not to apply pressure on my abdomen. I wasn't complaining, and I didn't stop him, I wanted this as much as he did if not more. He took both my legs and wrapped them around him. I was in bum shorts and a tank top. And I knew he was going to rip them off if I didn't remove them quickly. I quickly rose and took my tank off. I wasn't wearing anything underneath and my huge titties caught his eyes, he sucked them both, playing and toying with them. I arched my back before he pulled off my bum short, then he spread my legs and didn't do anything. I believe he was staring at me and it was making me nervous and really body conscious. At some point, I wanted to shut my legs but he kept them apart.

"I don't know why I hadn't taken my time to look at you before." He caressed both legs with his hands. "You're all wet for me already." I tried closing my legs again. "I've seen you a lot of times princess, why are you trying to cover up?"

"You're staring," I whispered.

"I am allowed to right? To stare at what belongs to me." He moved up till we were face to face. "Keep those legs wide and spread. And look at me." I obeyed and soon felt him entering me. My face scrunched up in pleasure. "Fuck that beautiful face." I would have blushed but I was a little preoccupied. "So innocent, yet devilish." It's the way his voice turned unbelievably low. It was so damn attractive. He thrust into me while our eyes locked on each other. He wasn't going fast and that was pretty unusual if anyone asked me. His thrusts were slow, I would say passionate even. It felt... different. And when he looked at me this time, he wasn't looking at me like I was a toy or something to be played with. He was actually acknowledging my presence. He leaned his head on my shoulder and kissed me on the neck before kissing my collarbone. I was having so many feelings at the moment, that I could barely believe that I was feeling this way towards Antonio. A feeling that I still didn't understand. My moans echoed in the room, my hips bucked before he kissed me deeply. I shut my eyes, as the emotions whirling within me seemed unbearable. His thrusts became faster and the bed began to squeak. My mouth hung open as he groaned and grunted in my ear.

"Antonio," I whispered as my fingers raked his back. He brought my hips closer and thrust deeper into me, but moans had turned to short screams because he was hitting my sweet spot. I shuddered severally and when he jerked into me, I thought I lost it.

My back unintentionally arched and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Then he kissed me again and before I knew it I was cumming. Then he thrust into me one last time and spilt into me. We were both panting when it was over. Then he rose up, lifted me and took me to the shower. There was no need for bandages anymore, just some plastering. He helped me shower and clean up, making sure to tease me each moment.

His lips kissed the lobe of my ear, and his tongue caressed my body, till it was sucking on my clit. I was grateful for his support, if not I'd have fallen on the tile. My hands were clutching his hair as the shower descended on my skin. Within a short while, I was cumming into his mouth. Now I was panting but when I was done. He carried me out of the shower again and dressed my wounds again. He was always giving me the princess treatment. Even when he was strict he still gave me that. He raised his gaze to look at me when he was done and kissed me again. He's been so gentle with me lately it confused me. What was going on with him?

"I don't know what you're doing to me, princess. You make me act differently. Even when I know you're dangerous."

"Remember I said I could kill you in your sleep?"

"And yet you succumb to my touch all the time. Are you sure you can do that?"

"You're underestimating me again Antonio," I said with a cocked brow and he chuckled.

"I know you're dangerous alright. A big scary cat." He said and my jaw dropped. He did not just call me a cat.

"Are you teasing me right now?"

"Yes, I am. Because you're not scary at all." He stated and ruffled my hair. My jaw has hung more often than not today. I watched him dress up. He was certainly going out to tend to the issues concerning my father. "I believe you'd love to see him as well. You might actually do the honours of torturing him the way he tortured you."

"Sometimes I wish I could rape him the way he raped me." I blurted just to see his reaction. He gave me a cold look.

"What did you say?"

"Not me, I'm just saying, I want him to know what it's like to be raped."

"Oh, I can arrange for that, having some women and men to come and use him however they want while he's tied to a table."

"I doubt he wouldn't enjoy it."

"Says who?"