Chapter 4 Two naked bodies

Elina POV

We were two naked bodies, tangled in dim light. And I felt like I was suspended, caught in a space between thought and sensation.

He hovers above me, his skin warm and smooth against mine, his breath steady.

The moment he slipped his boxers down, the air between us shifted too - from heated anticipation to something a little more primal.

My breath hitched, caught somewhere between disbelief and an involuntary gasp.

My eyes dropped, then widened. Holy Fuck. He's big!

I didn't know whether to laugh, panic, or whisper a prayer.

He leaned back, completely unapologetic, his gaze calm - almost amused - like he already knew what I was thinking.

There was no way.

I blinked. Then blinked again. Was I supposed to handle that?

A flicker of fear licked up my spine, not sharp or cold - more like fire when it's too close.

I swallowed. "You're... big."

He tilted his head, that half-smile returning - knowing, wicked, patient. "Too big?"

I didn't answer right away. My thoughts were scrambled, bouncing between curiosity, anxiety, and something far more dangerous - want. A deep, pulsing want wrapped in hesitation.

"I just..." I tried, cheeks flushing. "You might break me."

"I won't," he murmured, eyes locked with mine. "Unless you ask me to."

Oh lord.

My mind was already hazy, but this was too much. "W-Wait...hold on..!"

"What happened, ma bell? Scared?" He chuckled out. "Too bad but...I can't wait any longer."

And with those words, his thick erection began to slowly push its way into my entrance.

"Ah..ahh!" I cried out loudly because the pain was on a completely different level than when his fingers were inside my hole.

For a moment, I wondered if he was trying to push his fist into me instead of his cock. I looked down to check.

"Ah..." But it was indeed his cock which was breaking me, widening me. The bulbous head was simply absurdly large.

Gasping hard, I watched as his enormous member slowly forced its way inside me. It was such a filthy, obscene sight that I couldn't bear to look any longer.

Fuck..!

I grabbed the sheets, crying hard, my body trembling with unfamiliar pain.

When I glanced up, I saw that, unlike me who had turned away, he was staring intently at where his cock was penetrating through me.

His gaze burned into me with such intensity, it felt like nothing had ever mattered to him more than this moment.

In his eyes, I saw no past, no future - only now.

"So beautiful..." He rasped, "Do you see this sight, ma bella..? They way it's clinging to me? It's like your pussy is just made for me."

"Hngh...ah. You're too big!" I cried out and felt the thick head push its way into me, stretching my entrance wide, to its limit. My whole spine went rigid.

"Ah, it hurts. It hurts." I cried out.

"It hurts?" He leaned forward to kiss me, as if to soothe me. "It's alright. From now on, it'll only feel good."

And with those words, his erection pushed deeper into my inner walls, entirely filling me up, stretching me wider and wider.

Oh god, I think I'm going to die.

"Ahh....ah, it's fully inside now right?" I gasped as I felt my belly swollen, the massive size of his cock was now fully inside me.

"Yes, ma bella." He leaned in and licked my lips, as he spoke in a hoarse voice. "Yes, that's right."

And with that, he pulled his hip up and slammed back with a force that rattled my bone and the bed.

I clutched the bedsheet in pain, but he roughly pulled my hand away and intertwined his fingers with mine, clamping them together.

"Haah..hahh!" I moaned loudly as he pistoned his cock in and out of my pussy, fully absorbed in the act.

His face was a mess just like mine, consumed by lust and bliss just like me.

I wrapped my arms around him, and pressed against him. The pain was still there sharp and clear but there was pleasure too.

"Faster. Do it faster." I cried out, moving my hips, urging him on. His eyes went darker and he started pounding into me with rough, forceful thrusts.

"Aaah...aaa! More! More!" I screamed, gripping his fine hair, making him curse under his breath. His movements were debauched and animalistic now.

His thrusting was so fierce, that the whole bed started shaking. Lewd curses and erotic moans filled the room, occasionally interrupted by sloppy kisses and squelching sounds.

My mind was completely filled with this man in front of me now. Every time he thrust in deeply into my inner walls, a shockwave spread through my stomach, and my back arched.

"Do you feel this, ma bella..?" He grinds his hips in a circular motion driving me crazy. "The way your pussy is clinging onto my cock. Like it doesn't want this to end."

"What should I do, should I just keep you?"

My heart stammered. His words curled through me like smoke - heady, dangerous, far too much.

"Wow," I said, looking up at him with a raised brow. "Possessive much? But let me tell you mister, I'm not a souvenir you get to take home."

"I could make you stay," he said, half a threat, half a promise.

I grinned - slow and unbothered. "You could try. But I bite."

That was when the mood shifted - not gone, just electric now, sharp-edged and wild.

His lips hovered just above mine. "You're trouble."

"And you're late figuring that out."

We stared at each other - heat and defiance crackling in the space between us - and then he kissed me like he didn't care who had the upper hand anymore.

Like he just needed me.

And maybe I needed him too, just for the night.

Whatever it was, we stopped talking.

We stopped pretending.

We made love like we didn't owe the morning anything. Again. And again.

No roles, no rules - just skin, sweat, mouths finding each other in the dark.

I lost count of how many times he pulled me back in, like he couldn't get enough, like he was chasing something more than pleasure.

And maybe I let him find it, for a little while.

But morning came too fast.

I blinked awake - the sunlight slipping through unfamiliar curtains, the sheets twisted around my legs. My heart kicked up, fast and stupid.

Shit. What the fuck, did I do??

My mouth dry and skin flushed with leftover heat. For a moment, I didn't know where I was. The sheets were unfamiliar, warm against my bare skin

The night before came back in flashes - bodies tangled, lips desperate, his voice low in my ear, saying things I shouldn't have let mean anything.

Then I heard it.

The shower.

Running. Steady. Too close.

He's still here, isn't he? Of course he was. This was his place - or his hotel room, or whatever it was. I didn't ask. I hadn't cared last night.

But now... now I couldn't breathe. I made a mistake while I was drunk, a hot mistake nonetheless.

I looked around for my clothes, found my dress in a crumpled mess on the floor, my underwear halfway across the room like some kind of taunt. My heels were by the door - at least I hadn't lost those.

I grabbed everything in a flurry, trying not to think about the way his hands had peeled these same clothes off me hours ago.

My hands trembled as I dressed - not from cold, but from something harder to admit. I screwed it up. Bella must be waiting for me.

The water still ran behind the door. No footsteps yet.

Good.

I slipped out as quietly as I could, not looking back, not even daring to breathe until the hallway swallowed me whole.

No note.

No goodbye.

No second chance to make the same mistake twice.

The air hit me the second I stepped outside - salty, warm, too quiet.

The hotel was behind me now, swallowed by tall palms and thick air, like it had never existed. I hadn't realized it was so far from the city. Maybe I hadn't noticed last night in the dark. Or maybe I hadn't cared.

Now I did.

There was no road. No traffic. I hadn't even brought my phone.

Just sand and uneven trails, and the sound of waves crashing somewhere close. I followed it, barefoot now, heels in one hand, dress clinging to my legs as I trudged along the edge of the beach.

Where the hell am I?

I kept walking. And walking. The beach eventually thinned into wild brush and dry grass, and then into trees - not quite jungle, but dense enough to feel wrong. No signs. No houses. Just a dirt path that looked barely touched.

I should've turned back.

But there was nothing to go back to.

And then - voices.

Ahead, through a break in the trees, I saw a cluster of men. Three of them. Sitting near an old pickup truck, smoking. Their clothes were dusty, boots half-caked in dried mud. Locals maybe. Workers. Or something else.

I hesitated. My gut twisted.

But I was tired. Alone. And desperate.

"Hey," I called out, stepping closer. "Sorry, I'm lost - can you help me find the road? Or a town, anything?"

They looked up slowly. One of them stood, brushing off his hands. His smile was too wide, too smooth.

"Of course," he said. "Come here. You look like you've been walking a long time."

I took another step, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I just need to get back. I don't even know where I am."

The second man tilted his head. "You're not from here."

"Not really," I said. "Just visiting."

The third man said nothing - just stared. His eyes didn't blink. My skin prickled.

Then something felt off - too late.

I turned, just slightly, enough to see the man behind me move too fast.

A sharp pain bloomed at the side of my neck. My legs gave out before I could scream.

Everything spun.

The trees, the sky, the smirking face leaning over mine.

Then darkness.

Cold, full, and fast.