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The fact that he said such nice words to me and never took his eyes off my face made me slowly walk towards him.

"You think I'm unique?" I breathed, feeling more confident than ever at that moment. I didn't know what it was, but all of this felt like I was living a dream far away. As if it weren't real and yet it seemed more real than anything experienced before.

"Yes," he answered in a whisper and as soon as I came to a halt in front of him, I looked up at him full of longing and very slowly laid my hand on his warmed cheek. He eyed me, didn't show any emotion, but I still immediately noticed the faster rise and fall of his chest. I made him nervous, even though, unlike him, I didn't have a dominant charisma at all.

That certainty made me smile, which he immediately observed with a raised brow.

"What were you thinking about?" he asked quietly, placing his hands very gently on my waist.

"About me making you nervous."

He suddenly laughed and pulled me closer by my waist, making my heart skip a beat. His breath hit my lips and I caressed his bottom lip with my thumb, causing him to close his eyes and take a deep breath.

"Don't confuse my reserved behavior with nervousness," he whispered softly, laying his forehead on mine. "I don't want to scare you little butterfly. That's all."

"Scare me?" I repeated skeptically, pulling away from him just a little so that he opened his eyes again and I could look at him questioningly. "Your father is the devil's son. You stormed into my office covered in blood and all I can see in your eyes is absolute darkness. Do you really think you could scare me with anything else?"

He listened to me attentively and when he suddenly started to grin, I tilted my head slightly to the side unsteadily.

"Oh, butterfly," he breathed in amusement, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear to get his lips close to it. "I meant on a sexual basis."

I swallowed hard, glimpsing the sex with him that was so tender and intimate. At the same time, however, I also became aware that people like him were certainly into other things than the simple missionary position.

"Try to scare me," I blurted out softly, and as he eyed me with raised eyebrows, I thought about what had become of me.

It was only a few days that I had gone from being a therapist to someone who had sought dramatic death in the water. A few days of growing from a shy virgin to a confident woman, and even if it was just days, I felt like I'd known him for a lot longer.

And the best part was that I liked what he made of me. It was as if he had led me to myself. As if before I was just a ghost, created according to my parents' ideas and now I was free and finally able to express myself and spread my wings.

I loved my new self, which was more confident, stronger and also more demanding.

When Emilio suddenly slowly slid his hand from my waist down my bare back, I pulled myself away from my thoughts and stared at him with my mouth open and my breath caught. I didn't know if he took my request seriously or what he was up to, but I was incredibly turned on. Just the idea of ​​who he was and that he wanted me here in his bathroom.

"Don't be alarmed," he whispered softly, and just a second later he put his hand on my hair, pulling it back slightly in his grip.

I closed my eyes, tilting my head back and moaning in equal parts desire and pain, encouraging him to tug on them a little harder.

"Look at me," he ordered decisively, and I immediately caught his eye and took a deep breath. His eyes wandered from mine to my lips and I could see exactly how much desire lay in them.

But I didn't just want to be desired, I wanted more. I wanted to drive him as crazy as he did me, so I just did it without thinking twice.

Looking into his eyes, I pulled my hand from his cheek and grasped his, still resting quietly on my waist, watching his reaction very closely.

I slowly led her to my already wet middle, rubbed his fingers briefly over my sensitive spot and enjoyed it with all my senses as he suddenly parted his lips slightly and only breathed in fits and starts.

"Unique?" I wanted to know with a trembling voice and now I was the one who inserted his fingers into me and moaned more than just excitedly while I lost myself in his dark eyes at the same time.

"More than that," he murmured and tenderly began to move his two fingers inside me, so that I clawed at his shoulder with my hand and let myself drift under his touch.

"Don't stop, Emilio," I begged, almost out of breath, spreading my legs a little wider, causing him to immediately let go of my hair and push me back a little further, until I could feel the whirlpool with my bum and sat on its rim, without his fingers moving away from me.

"I wasn't planning on stopping," he breathed, suddenly moving his fingers faster, laying his savory lips on mine.

I cupped his cheeks, moaning into his mouth again and again, and as my climax took me like a wave, I sucked on his lower lip, completely caught up in my emotions, and dug my nails into the skin of his neck. This orgasm was so overwhelming that it took me a short time to find myself again.

"It feels so nice," I said exhaustedly, leaning my head against his chest while he stood in front of me like a rock and slowly pulled his fingers out of me again.

" You feel nice," he added in his dark voice, but suddenly jerked away from my shaking body to walk around the hot tub and turn off the warm water.

For a short time I was ashamed that I felt so dominant, but a look over my shoulder at him was enough. The look on his face as he took off his robe and stared at me in fascination was proof enough.

I didn't have to be ashamed... didn't have to doubt...

He seemed to like my way more than just and even if I couldn't get enough of him, I wanted to pull myself together and hope to get to know him and his past a little better, because I wanted to know everything about this man, who had revealed to me who I really was.

But when there was a sudden knock on the door behind me and a man's voice, I froze and felt like I had just been woken up from a beautiful dream.

One look at Emilio was enough and I knew it was the devil's son who was about to destroy our togetherness...

...and he was to destroy even more...