Part 1 (2/2)

One of the men grabs Bastian from behind, and another swings at him with a switchblade. Bastian leans back, using his captor as leverage to bring his legs up. His muscular limbs capture the man holding the knife, and Bastian squeezes him between his thighs. I hear a sharp crack before the man drops to the ground, lifeless. Bastian then flips his captor over his shoulders, throwing him into the waves. I watch the body bob up and down for a moment, struggling against the riptide before it sinks and doesnt resurface.

Bastian has the last man”the one with the black ponytail”down on the ground. He hits him over and over again, alternating punching him in the face with one hand and using the knife to stab him in the neck with the other. I cant breathe. I can only stand there and stare at the carnage as the sand turns red.

The man is motionless, and his face is a mess of blood and bone. Hes long dead”Im sure of it”but Bastian keeps screaming and hitting him.

Bastian, stop! I yell.

Slowly, he pushes away from the mutilated body on the ground and stands. His eyes are wild. His chest rises and falls with deep, labored breaths. The knife in his hand drips blood onto the sand as he turns his feral gaze to me.

I feel my pulse throb between my legs as I gasp. Ive never laid eyes on this man before, but my bodys reaction to his gaze is immediate and undeniable. Bastians tight muscles ripple as he moves closer, wiping the blade on his arm. I cant take my eyes off his perfectly tanned and toned body.

He takes a step closer to me as he drops the bloodied knife into the sand. I know I should step away from this crazed killer, but I dont move. Im captivated by the look of unbridled l.u.s.t in his eyes.

For me or for the blood?

He takes another step toward me, stopping only a foot away from where I stand. I watch him lick his lips, and the throb between my legs makes itself known again.

Kandace How does he know my name?

He starts to reach for me but stops suddenly as he looks at his blood-covered hand. He drags his tongue over his lips again, and I see his throat bob as he swallows.

Your hands are bleeding, I say softly.

Its not my blood.

Still I take a deep breath as I look from his hands to the edge of the water. Come on. Lets get you washed off.

He follows me to the waves, and I carefully cup my hands to collect water to wash his hands and arms. The salt water mixes with the blood, diluting it as it washes the red streaks away. It only takes a moment before his skin is cleaned of blood. There was so much of it”how did it come off so quickly?

I take his large hands in mine and run my thumbs over his palms. They are rough and callused”the hands of a man who knows how to use them and use them well. I turn his hands over, carefully checking them for injury, but they look perfect. Theres no more blood, no bruising, no scratches on them at all.

None of this makes sense. I know it doesnt, but my mind cant seem to focus on the disbelief. All my attention is on the man next to me. My eyes are filled with the sight of the sun glistening on his back and the curve of his biceps. I can smell the musky scent of his skin and feel the heat from his body as he stands close to me. Its more brilliant than the heat from the equatorial sun.

My heart beats quickly in my chest. Im finding it difficult to control my breathing, and my thighs are clenching together against my will. I swallow hard against the lump in my throat, wondering what I am supposed to do or say now.

Ive never wanted someone so badly in my life.

Bastian wraps his fingers around my hands, squeezes them briefly, and then traces his fingers up my arms. He rests his hands on my shoulders for a moment as he stares at me. The wild, uncontrolled look is back in his eyes.

I drop my gaze to his full lips. He moistens them with his tongue, and I know exactly what hes about to do. My whole body seems to know. Theres a tingling sensation starting at the bottom of my feet and working its way up my legs. I feel sweat beginning to form between my shoulder blades.

He crashes his mouth to mine. This is no gentle first kiss. There is no build up, no pause before he touches his lips to mine. His kiss possesses me with no room for argument, no option but to surrender to his will. By the time he breaks away, Im panting, and the stubble from his chin has left my skin raw.

The kiss feels amazing.

I need you. His tone is quiet and deep. It sends a s.h.i.+ver up and down my spine even before he reaches out and grasps me tightly around the waist. As our bodies press together, I feel his huge, hard c.o.c.k pressed firmly against my pubic bone. Now.

Im on my back in the sand. I dont know what happened to my clothes or to his; I only know theyre gone. His skin is against mine, and his hard, throbbing, nine-inch-long c.o.c.k is pressed up against my p.u.s.s.y. Theres no time to think or even breathe before hes shoving it inside of me.

I cry out as he fills me. Hes so hard, his movements so fast, that it seems like it should be painful, but its not. Its incredible. Its overwhelming. I am completely and totally owned by this man, and all I can do is lie back in the sand and let him take me.

Mine. His low growl sounds rough against my ear. I feel the sc.r.a.pe of his stubble on my neck, and I close my eyes to let the sensation engulf me. His hand is between my legs, his thumb circling my c.l.i.t as I push my hips up to meet the pounding movement of his body on top of mine.

I want to scream. I want to call out with complete and total confidence that yes”yes, I am his. There is nothing I want more than to be consumed by his pa.s.sion, but I cant seem to utter a single sound.

Only I do this to you. I feel his hot breath on my face as he holds my face between his hands and glares down at me. Only me! Do you understand?

I try to answer, but he covers my mouth with his. I give my answer with my body as I push up against him, desperate to feel more of his skin against mine even as he pounds into me. He breaks the kiss and grabs my hip, clenching it tightly with his fingers. He pulls my body into his as he arches his back, impaling me over and over again.

There is nothing romantic about what hes doing to me. Its hard, ferocious f.u.c.king. Its rough and laced with an atmosphere of panic, as if there will never be another chance for this, and its exactly what I want from him.

He matches his thrusts with grunted words.

Youre mineminemineno one else...everever touches you My head spins at his words, and I nod in agreement though the movement is masked by the motion of his thrusts. I run my hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, my fingers wrapping around the strands as his c.o.c.k rams into me. I feel the distinctive buildup of tension between my legs, and I push my heels into the sand to press up against his body, trying to grasp that last little nudge that will bring me over the edge.

And Im suddenly falling. I hear myself cry out his name as my body explodes. The feeling cascades over my skin, radiating from my core outward. My c.l.i.t continues to throb along with my heartbeats as my legs give out and my hips drop to the wet sand.

Im overwhelmed with sensations. The scents of the ocean and Bastians skin are mixed with blood and salt. Waves touch my feet in a steady rhythm that is out of sync with Bastians movements inside of me. The sounds of his grunts coupled with my staccato gasps are muted by the calls of seagulls and the ocean surf. I close my eyes against the bright sunlight, and my temples pound.

Bastian grabs the back of my head, covers my lips with his, and his tongue invades my mouth with furious motions. He rocks into my body faster as I wrap both my arms and legs around him.

I cant keep up with his furious pace. All I can do is hang on as another o.r.g.a.s.m ripples through my body. My legs shake as my back and shoulders are pressed deeper into the wet sand.

Bastian slows his pace as he moves his hand from the back of my head to my shoulder, holding the top half of my body up slightly before he starts to move faster again. I grasp frantically at his body with my arms and legs, pulling him down to me so our chests are pressed together. I can feel the abrasive grains of sand chafing my skin, but I dont care.

With a final, hard thrust, he stills inside of me and cries out against my shoulder. I feel the thick, warm s.e.m.e.n filling my body as he tightens his arm around my shoulders and clenches my hip with his fingertips.

I lay my head back in the sand and welcome his weight on top of me. Ive never felt so sated, so exhausted, or so completely and totally safe as I do right now, in the sand, with his arms cradling me. I know that as long as hes here and holding me, nothing bad will ever happen.

We lie in the sand for a long time, but the sun is never too hot, the wet sand never too uncomfortable. When he does s.h.i.+ft his weight, and I feel his c.o.c.k slip from inside of me, my skin cools.

Bastian rises up, looking down at me with his expression full of concern and uncertainty.

Im sorry, KandaceIm so f.u.c.king sorry He wipes at tears on my face. I have no idea why Im crying. I didnt mean to The sense of unreality washes over me again. The words are too familiar. The sand beneath me should be itchy and uncomfortable, but its not. Its warm and soothing. It gives in the same way that foam mattresses mold to peoples bodies when they lay on them. The sun is bright but doesnt hurt my eyes when I look up at it.

The thoughts disappear from my head even as I think them.

Bastian places his hands on the sand next to my head and pushes himself up. I grasp his shoulders quickly to bring him back down to me. Abruptly, the idea of losing contact with his skin, even for a brief moment, is abhorrent to me.

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