With one hand, I caress the tight ridges of his abs, still not touching the thick and hard shaft so close to my fingers. Bastian growls, and I feel the tension in his muscles as my palm glides over his skin.

You going to keep teasing me? he asks.

Maybe, I say with a shrug. Maybe I just want to make sure youre ready for me.

I dont think my c.o.c.k can get much harder, he says. Believe me, babe"I am f.u.c.king ready.

Im not so sure. I rise up on my knees and run both hands over his chest and shoulders. I mean, maybe what you need is a little relaxation. I could just give you a ma.s.sage until you fall asleep.

If your hands are on me, he says, there will be no sleeping.

Hmm I tilt my head to the side and smile sweetly as I continue to run my hands over his firm muscles, still avoiding his luscious c.o.c.k. I cant stop glancing at it, but Im enjoying the look of agony on his face as I avoid touching it. I slide back a little and poise my head over it, watching it flex off of his stomach as if it has a mind of its own, and its trying to reach out for me. I lean forward again and look into his eyes.

Stop stalling. Theres humor in his voice but also a dark undertone of warning. Wrap those lips around me. I want to see how much you can take.

I glance back down at the ma.s.sive c.o.c.k that is now just below my dangling b.r.e.a.s.t.s. I didnt really have a plan here, but now thats hes gone ahead and said it, Im curious as well about how much of that thing I can get in my mouth. I take a deep breath and get myself into position.

With one hand, I wrap my fingers around the base. I stroke it slowly for a moment. The sheath around the head is so soft and warm against my skin, and I love the sounds coming from Bastians throat as I run my palm over it.

Slowly, I wrap my lips around the head, and Bastian moans loudly.

Oh, f.u.c.k, baby! Yeah!

Encouraged by his outburst, I take more into my mouth. I feel like my cheeks are being stretched, and its hard to run my tongue along the length with it in my mouth, so I back off a bit, licking down the sides of his shaft and then around the head. I use my hand around the base, trying to give sensation to his whole shaft, not just the part I can fit in my mouth.

I look up at him and find him staring down at me with dark, hooded eyes. His chest rises and falls with his breaths, and he licks at his lips repeatedly.

So f.u.c.king incredible, he whispers.

I grin around his d.i.c.k and suck him in as far as I can. He clenches his eyes shut, and he reaches down to grasp the back of my head with one hand. His fingers ma.s.sage my head slowly as I run my tongue up and down the shaft of his c.o.c.k again.

I can taste prec.u.m in my mouth as I pull back and lick around the head. Its salty but not bad at all. I take as much as I can back in my mouth and suck hard as Bastian moans again.

Moving faster, I bob up and down over his d.i.c.k, licking and sucking as I go. Bastians fingers grip my hair, but he doesnt push on my head. He lets me set my own pace, but I can feel his hips rising up slightly, demanding more. I suck harder. I try to take him in deeper until the head of his c.o.c.k hits the back of my throat, and I have to pull back to keep from gagging.

With a loud, wordless growl, Bastian reaches down and grabs me by the shoulders. He lifts me up, and for a moment, I think hes just going to impale me on his d.i.c.k, but he doesnt. He shifts me around, grabs my legs, and pulls my p.u.s.s.y to his mouth. He wraps his arm around my backside and then reaches down to take his d.i.c.k in his hand.

Dont stop, he commands as he guides it back to my mouth.

Using my hands to hold me up, I balance myself on the sand and take his c.o.c.k between my lips again. Keeping up with the suction, I go down as far as I can, still keeping one hand wrapped around the base as I feel Bastians tongue slide between my legs. He circles my c.l.i.t with the tip of his tongue, grabs both my a.s.s-cheeks with his hands, and shifts me a little so he can plunder my p.u.s.s.y with his mouth.

I cant concentrate on what Im doing. The feeling of his tongue stroking my c.l.i.toris and up and down my folds is too much. My thighs keep clenching. I keep moaning. Every time I moan around Bastians d.i.c.k in my mouth, he moans in turn, sending vibrations all through my body. He presses the flat of his tongue against me, and I scream, nearly choke, and have to pull back.

Jesus, Bastian! Agh! I angle my hips, pressing myself into his face as his grip on my a.s.s gets tighter. Hes relentless, and I shudder as I come.

In a flash, hes on top of me. I dont even feel the motion; Im just suddenly on my back in the sand, and his mouth is covering mine. I can taste myself on him as he kisses me, and his tongue explores my mouth as he lines up to impale me again.

The thrust is hard and fast. Its followed by many, many more. I cant catch my breath. I can only give in to him"allowing him to use me in whatever way he wants. His hands grip my hips as he pulls my body up against him with each stroke. As hard as hes pounding into me, it should be painful. Its not. Its fast, furious, and wonderful.

Suddenly, Bastian pulls out of me and grabs my hips, flipping me over to my stomach. With one arm wrapped around my middle, he pulls me to my knees, and I feel the pressure of his c.o.c.k at my back door.

BastianI dont know. Ive never done this before. Ive never even considered letting a man take me this way, but with Bastianwith Bastian, anything is possible.

Ill go slow, he says in a soft whisper. I feel his breath on the back of my neck.

Dont we need lube or something? I remember girlfriends talking about the necessity of lube for a.n.a.l s.e.x, and Im pretty sure there isnt a bottle of Astroglide for miles.

Coconut oil. As he says the words, I feel a cool, wet sensation between my a.s.s cheeks.

I have no idea from where he might have produced coconut oil. I shake my head slightly, trying to make sense out of whats happening. I cant. Theres a certain logic to coconut oil being available on an island, but its a flawed logic, and it doesnt fit the circ.u.mstances.

Did he use it when he was cooking?

I dont recall him cooking, either.

I swear, it will be fine, Bastian says. Youre going to love it.

Im not as convinced as he is, but I try to relax as I nod my head and bite down on my lip. I breathe through my nose to keep myself in check as I feel the hard head of his c.o.c.k slide up against me. He grasps my cheeks, spreading them as he leans over me. Its a strange sensation as he starts to push inside of me. There is no pain, just pressure.

Oh, f.u.c.k, Kandaceyour a.s.s feels incredible. Its so tight. You saved this for me, didnt you?

Onlyyou I grunt the words, barely able to make the sounds at all. Oh, s.h.i.tBastian! That feels.that feels Shh. His warm breath coats my neck and back. Just feel it, baby. Just feel my c.o.c.k in you.

I groan, and he pushes farther inside. He goes slowly, just as he said he would, and the sensation of being completely and totally filled is almost too much.

Bastian! I cry out.

I told you, he says with a grunt. I told you it would be good. You like it, dont you, babe? You like my c.o.c.k in your a.s.s?

Yes! Yes! I scream.

He adds the pressure of his fingers on my c.l.i.t, circling as he starts to thrust slowly. I clench around him, enjoying the moans that erupt from his mouth.

G.o.d, Kandace! Youre going to make me come too soon. Youre so tight on my c.o.c.k. Its never felt this good before.

His fingers move faster, and I push back against him. The pace increases, and my body begins to shake with the effort of holding myself up on all fours. I can feel his b.a.l.l.s slapping against my p.u.s.s.y with every stroke. Bastian rubs at me with one hand, and the other reaches around to cup my breast, pinching my nipple until Im screaming his name over and over again.

Thats it, baby! he cries. Come for me!

My whole body tightens, every muscle flexing to push harder against him. The pressure inside of me is too much. My c.l.i.t explodes, taking the rest of me with it. At the same time, Bastian tilts his head up to the darkening sky and screams like an animal.

Bastian keeps his grip tight around my waist, keeping me from falling into the sand as my legs give out. He drops his head to my shoulder and slides in and out of me a few more times before he lets out a long breath. He pulls out, leaving my skin to the cooling night air, and lies on top of me, pressing my chest to the ground.

His weight becomes a bit much, and he realizes this before I have to say anything about it to him. He rolls to one side, his arms still wrapped protectively around me, and I place my head on his shoulder. We breathe in time with each other, and even our hearts beat with the same rhythm.

The fire still burns brightly beside us though I have no memory of someone adding logs to the flames. I roll to my back and place one hand on my chest to feel my heart beat beneath my fingers. The moon and stars brighten the otherwise black sky. The only sounds are our rapid breathing and the waves crashing onto the rocks near the beach.

We lay in silence for some time. Bastian strokes my hair, and I run my hand over his chest and abs, following along the edges of every muscle. I trace the tips of my fingers over the rounded curve of his bicep. I feel him flex the muscle, and I grin up at him. Hes so strong"such a completely perfect specimen of a man"he doesnt seem real. I think about what hes done to get into the physical shape he is in and look into his eyes.

I know who you are.

He tilts his head and looks back at me silently. His eyes narrow a little, and I quickly clarify.

I mean, I know what you door didfor a living.

I dont want to talk about that. He sits up and wraps his arms around his knees, leaning over his legs and staring at the ground.

I wasnt going to ask you to talk about it, I say as I sit up beside him. Im not looking for details, but I know, and I wanted you to know that I know.

Bastian doesnt respond. Instead, he stands and takes me by the hand, leading me back to the shelter as the wind picks up and starts blowing the fronds around on the roof. We sit together near the towels, but Bastians eyes remain unfocused, as if hes lost in his own thoughts of the past.

The wind is picking up, and the first drops of rain begin to fall. The moment were inside, the pounding on the roof drowns out all other sounds.

Didnt I just see the moon and the stars in the clear sky?

The thought is gone almost immediately. Bastian leans against the wall of the shelter, and I sit between his legs and relax against his chest as he wraps his arms around me protectively.

I shouldnt have mentioned it. What difference does it make what he did in the past? He is known to be violent and unpredictable. He likes vodka far more than he should and makes no excuses for his behavior. Yes, hes killed a lot of people, but I dont care. I should care. Its strange that his history doesnt bother me.

Why dont I care?

But none of it was real, I say quietly. A strange, dizzy sensation comes over me, and I shake my head to clear it. I close my eyes, but theres a bright light behind my lids"brighter than the sun filtering through the fronds of the shelter. The brightness is uncomfortable, so I open my eyes again and find Bastian staring at me.

How can the sun be out again? It was just about to rain.

I dont understand whats going on here.

He turns me around to face him, wrapping one hand around the back of my head. He places his forehead on mine and closes his eyes for a moment. He lets out a long sigh before he looks at me again.

There is nothing to understand, Kandace, he says. You are herenowwith me. Always be in the moment, babe. Life is what you are experiencing right here, right now. f.u.c.k the rest of it.

He brushes his lips softly over mine, and I think about what he said. Right here, right now, I am safe. I feel good. In fact, I feel better than I have in many months.

Just be with me right now, he says against my lips. Please, Kandacebe with me.

Im here, I tell him. Im with you.

I close my eyes and revel in the feeling of his mouth on mine, the soft breeze coming from the ocean, and push away all other thoughts.

Chapter 4.

Lightning and thunder are all around us, but we remain dry and comfortable inside the shelter. Outside on the dune, the cooking fire is nothing but wet ash and a little smoke. It hisses every once in a while as the rain pours down all around us. Our clothing still hangs from the wooden hooks on the wall, and as I stare up at the blue bathing suit Id been wearing on the beach, I realize Ive been naked the entire time Ive been here.

Where did that suit come from?

Trees blow in the wind, reminding me of weather reporters trying to stand on the beach when a hurricane is on the way, but the shelter doesnt shimmy and shake like I would expect it to do in such weather. I run my hand over the poles on the floor, wondering how something that looks so haphazardly constructed could be so st.u.r.dy. The poles are perfectly smooth under my palm, and there are no drops of rain sneaking through the roof.

Because none of this is real.

Did you get enough to eat? Bastian asks as he plants a kiss on my neck. Cant cook anything at the moment, but there are almonds, coconuts, and mangos.

I love mangos. I pull my hand from the floor of the shelter and try to recall what I had been thinking about, but the thought is gone.

You want some? Bastian produces a large clam sh.e.l.l with perfectly cut pieces of fruit all over it. I blink a couple of times. It smells delicious, but I cant shake the feeling that something isnt quite right.

No, Im good.

I want to make sure youre keeping your energy up, Bastian says with a smirk. I wouldnt want you getting all worn out or anything.

Dont you ever get tired? I ask.

Of you? Never. He moves up to sit beside me and grins as his large hand grips my thigh. All I can think about it getting my c.o.c.k all up in you.

Such a romantic! I push at his shoulder playfully.

Id give you romance if thats what I thought you wanted, Bastian replies. Its not though.

Really? What do I want?

You came here to get f.u.c.ked, he says simply. Thats what you wanted, so thats what Im giving you.

Well, you have certainly accomplished that!

It is my honor to serve. Bastian salutes in jest.

I chew on my lower lip for a moment, thinking about what he said. Without a doubt, Ive enjoyed his attention, and I do feel thoroughly f.u.c.ked. Is that all I want, a good f.u.c.king? Isnt there more to it than that?

I like romance, too, I say.

Bastians demeanor changes abruptly. He removes his hand from my thigh and reaches up to stroke the side of my face. He pulls me close to him, kisses me softly, and then stares into my eyes.

I want to give you everything, he says. I want you to remember this moment forever. I need you to know that I am here for you, always.

I know you are, I whisper back as his lips touch mine again. He twists his fingers into my hair, holding my face to his. He places his other arm around me, and I respond by wrapping my arms around his neck.

Bastian brings me onto his lap, holding me crossways over his legs. He keeps kissing me and caressing my thighs as my body begins to respond with more urgency. I feel electrified. Every part of my body quivers with the touch of his fingers and mouth.

It isnt the same this time. The intensity is there, but the pace is markedly slower. His touch is soft and warm, his kisses gentle though no less pa.s.sionate than they were before. Every movement is drawn out, delayed. He reaches for my breast just a moment after I want his hand there. He lies me down on my back a few seconds after I want him to. Each time, the desire brewing inside of me increases a thousandfold.

I want you so much, he says quietly. The way I feel about you actually hurts, Kandace. I cant stand being away from you even for a moment. I need to be inside of you.