Elena

Three days in Paradise. My honeymoon started like a fairy tale. Long nights of talking, cuddling and kissing. Viktor never let go of me for a second, he answered my questions, although mainly briefly and concisely to some of them, as if the details could harm me, he listened to me when I told him about my life before him, although If I didn't have much to tell, I shared my thoughts, my hopes, my dreams. And he seemed to absorb every word with the concentration of a nuclear physicist assembling a bomb.

Then I would fall asleep in his arms, and in the morning I would wake up in an empty bed, only for a minute later, the bed would be occupied by the huge body of the half-dressed Victor and a tray of breakfast. It's weird, funny, and embarrassing to watch a man who owns a company worth billions, manages hundreds of people who do everything for him, always dresses in expensive suits and looks like Adonis, act like a boy in love who wants to impress his first girlfriend, but I somehow felt that he liked it and it made him look at least ten years younger.

And it was so good. To have someone who looks like that, like he worships you, like he blesses the ground you walk on, who treats you like a queen, I never thought I'd ever have that kind of life, that kind of marriage, and that kind of man. As the daughter of a man from rich circles, I always knew that I would marry of convenience and I only hoped that when that happened, my husband and I would at least be friends. I never allowed myself to even dream of such a development.

And Victor? And in Los Angeles he pampered me, listened to me and seemed like he couldn't separate himself from me, but there he was Victor Craven, a man who kept to the position he was in, neat, careful. Here he is Victor, the husband. Shorts, sports and for swimming, disheveled hair, rarely with a T-shirt. His smile, relaxed demeanor, laughter, cooking, walks on the beach, swimming, it's as if Victor has a leash in Los Angeles, which here, where it's just the two of us, is missing and he can be himself.

I smiled, took one of the huge towels, got up from the lounger and went to the water. Victor brushed the waves with ease as he walked towards me, smoothing his raven hair back to shake off the salty water. His body had begun to acquire that incredible tan from too much exposure to the sun, which only made his gray eyes stand out even more and made him even more charming and attractive. "Hey" he smiled that seductive smile that made the dimple on the right of his lips even deeper. "Hey" I replied and opened the towel to dry his chest when he stopped in front of me.

"You know you shouldn't do that, right?" he pulled me to him and bent down, burying his nose in my cheek. "Do what?" I shuddered when a few drops of water ran from his hand on my back onto my heated skin and I groaned. Viktor hummed, ran his lips over my cheekbone and kissed my temple. "It's my job to pamper you, my love" Victor murmured and I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent of salt water and his own, a mix of the orange scent of our sunblock and masculinity that made every hair on my body stand on end.

"So you can take care of me, but I can't take care of you?" I joked with a smile and let the towel hang, pressed between our bodies to wrap my arms around his neck. Victor grunted, slightly crouched down and picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he walked towards our lounge chairs. "That's right my love, besides you're pampering me too" he sat down stepping over the chaise longue on either side and adjusted me to sit on his lap he took the towel and placed it behind me then leaned back with his hands on my knees.

"And how exactly do I pamper you, you don't even let me wash the dishes" I pretended to sulk and he raised an eyebrow. "Because you shouldn't, my love, you're my wife, and my wife doesn't work, even if it's just to wash a simple dish. But you pamper me with your presence, with your smile, with your voice, with your kisses,with your hugs, your very presence is a reward worthy of a hero who saved an entire world, Elena" he took my hand, brought it to his face and placed his cheek in my palm, looking at me with an adoration that took my breath away.

"Are you this cute and adorable with all your girlfriends?" I asked with a big smile and I'm sure his cheeks were flushed and his brows drooped. "First of all, you're not my girlfriend, you're my wife, Elena, don't ever even think about degrading yourself a thousand positions down again!" answered Victor firmly, and I shuddered at the possessive tone that made his voice hoarse and cutting. "Secondly, no woman in my life before you has received even a hundredth from me, because she meant nothing in my life. You and only you are the only woman who is, receives and will receive everything from me. No more ,no less, above all, always and necessarily, Elena, remember it" he declared, and my insides shuddered at the way he looked at me as he said it, like a fanatic who had reached the ultimate goal of his life's meaning.

"Victor..." I started, but he sat up abruptly, wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me, sinking his lips into mine. I dug my nails into his pectorals, I could feel his heart pounding against my palm, the tension in his muscles. His tongue soaked my mouth as if he was fighting for his life. The passion with which his lips moved over mine, the bulge pressing under me, set my blood on fire and I pushed him back, laying on his chest, not letting him break the kiss for even a nano second.

As my lungs began to burn, his taste penetrated to the roots of my every cell, my head spun and I felt my lack of air almost unbearable, I pulled back slightly and stared into his. Victor looked like he was being tortured intolerably, the bulge under me was pulsating and bouncing furiously, his fingers were gripping my neck and the side of my waist, his eyes were like an old silver coin with a hole in the middle.

"Elena, let me give you pleasure?" he growled and I nodded giddily. He wrapped an arm around my waist, letting go of my neck and helping himself to stand up with me, still wrapped around his thin waist. Victor turned around, put a knee on the chaise longue and brought me back until my back lay on the wooden one. He stayed on one knee for a moment, then he pulled his hand out from under me, grabbed my knees and adjusted my legs so that they were bent and my heels were on the two side edges of the lounger.

His gaze slid from my face down my body and I shuddered at the fire in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, Elena" his fingers slid up my thighs, leaving hot, searing marks that made my knees buckle of their own accord and I gasped. "You are like a perfect piece of work, a goddess born to be worshiped" he continued, his hands continued their upward journey, my skin burned, my insides did flips like a swing, my breathing became ragged and fast and I clenched my fists at my side , enjoying the feeling he was giving me.

My muscles tensed with each touch of his fingers. "I look at you while you sleep, while you eat, while you talk or laugh, and all I can think about is how damn lucky I am, I wonder who to thank, what devil I sold my soul to so I could have you I have, to be able to call you my wife" his fingers reached my shoulders, his gaze returned to my face and seemed to seek permission. I nodded, I couldn't say a word, I could only swallow, I couldn't move, think, only feel.

Victor slipped his legs under my knees so they hung over his hips, reached under my neck and started to loosen the ties on my swimsuit top. All the while, his gaze never left my eyes. "If I do something you don't like, if you think I'm overdoing it or you're not ready, you can stop me anytime, Elena, right?" I felt myself nod and smile slightly. The line around his lips sharpened, his features tightened and tension mingled with the fire of lead in his eyes.

Very slowly, as if he was unpacking something very fragile and precious, Victor removed my top, until a sigh that my breasts were free left my lips and I closed my eyes, trying to stay still. His fingers returned to my neck, I felt him bend down and his body pressed against mine, I moaned as he lightly licked his chin, his teeth sank into place and his tongue made another circle, his fingers tracing my collarbones. My body tensed to the limit, something began to creep and dance under my skin, raising the temperature to volcanic heights.

My chest tightened and my nipples popped out, hard and sensitive, rubbing against his skin with every movement Victor made and it seemed to replace the blood in my veins with electricity. His lips explored my face, his hands slid to the sides of my breasts and in the next moment, they cupped, squeezed and lifted them and unconsciously my back arched up, I took a sharp breath and moaned loudly. Viktor took my moan with his mouth, his tongue entered my mouth, his thumbs pressed my nipples and with rotating movements, he began to tease them.

More on instinct, my legs locked behind him and I pulled him to me. I felt his arousal pulse against my center and it sent a series of hot wet waves. I felt Victor smiling against my lips, but I didn't dare to open my eyes, I didn't want to move or say something that would make him stop and spoil the moment.

Victor kissed my lips, first one corner, then the other, his fingers caught my nipples and began to squeeze and massage them, both hard and gentle, and the sensation was sweetly piercing. I felt some kind of deep pulsation in the bottom of my stomach, my vagina started to convulse, as if trying to suck in air. Viktor continued to kiss me, his lips never missing an inch of skin down my neck, the crease of my shoulders, my collarbones, and then they disappeared.

"God!" he sucked on one of my nipples and I snapped my eyes open, looked down, my hands flew, my nails dug into his biceps and I felt them tearing at his skin. Victor looked up at me, my nipple sinking between his lips as he cupped my breast up, his tongue swirling around my nipple making wet sucking sounds. His face looked so tense and focused, but his eyes said he was enjoying what he was doing, what he was doing to me, my reaction, the way my body seemed to be moving towards him despite my desire to escape. 

With one last loud suck, my nipple popped out of his mouth. "Hold on to me Elena, I want to feel myself pleasuring you" he ordered softly and before I knew what he was talking about his tongue traced the curve between my breasts as he pressed them against the stubble of his cheeks teasing my skin sensually , continued down, leaving wet marks to dry in the sun, on my stomach. My nails dug deeper into his biceps, I felt something sticky, but the movements of his mouth on my stomach didn't give me a chance to know what it was.

I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, my mouth filled with saliva and gurgling moans began to roll across the flat of my tongue. Victor had no trouble unlocking my legs on his waist, his lips lingered around my navel, his hands left the terror of my chest to trace the curves of my sides. His tongue penetrated my belly button and I felt his fingers untie the laces of my swimsuit bottom.

I wanted to stop him, I wanted to make him go away, to stop his lips, his hands, but instead, I lifted my ass slightly, when he pulled my bottom, I stepped on the edge of the lounger and my legs parted, I shuddered and twisted ,as his fingers caressed the softness of my inner thighs and his lips marked my skin dangerously low. Instead of being ashamed that my legs are spread wide and revealing to Victor's gaze my most intimate parts for the first time, I most shamelessly rose against him, moaned his name and my head was spinning.

"Are you ready my love?" his voice penetrated the pink veil of my enchantment, I wanted to but couldn't open my eyes, in fact, I was squeezing them so hard I could feel the roots of my eyelashes resting under my eyes, but I nodded, the movement so distant and unnatural, like my head doesn't know him.

My lungs deflated, my chest filled with air, and my scream tore through the sky, followed by the screeching and flapping of birds' wings. Victor sucked my clit and my body literally formed a bridge, my spine cracked, my head was thrown back hard, Victor grabbed my ass, holding me high and I grabbed and pulled his hair.

He sucked, bit, licked and then sucked again. I felt wetness and something flowing between the cheeks of my ass, my body was shaking, I couldn't breathe, but somehow I didn't stop moaning and whimpering. I called his name, I pulled his hair, I was annoyed that I couldn't hear his voice, I wanted to punish him, to make him stop, but also to kill him if he did.

He didn't stop. His tongue seemed to be on a research mission. Around my clit, along my cleavage, between my folds. Again and again, he licked, coiled like an agonized snake, dissolved me, tasted me, penetrated and soothed the excited swollen areas with the skill of a maestro. His fingers gripped my ass hard and kept me in the position and where he wanted me, no matter how much I squirmed, no matter how much I screamed and prayed, how hard I plucked or squeezed his head between my thighs.

Viktor did whatever he wanted with me, using me for my own pleasure, making my mind and all my senses fly so high that it was as if, if I opened my eyes, I would see unknown stars, feel the sun meters away from me. There was no comparison or word or description for such ecstasy, I didn't know how or why or what it was, but it was as if my being danced among the crackling fires in a mad dance of joy as a lump began to form in my core and as Victor thrust his tongue again between my folds, he pressed his tip against the wall above my opening, the lump erupting in the dawn of my colorful cries.

Victor

I leaned against the doorframe and stared at Elena. She was sleeping on her back, one hand on the side of her face on her tousled fiery hair and knees slightly bent to the sides, her other hand resting gently on her stomach. The thin strap of her satin nightgown had fallen slightly off her shoulder, giving her an irresistibly sexy look.

Her taste was still in my mouth. Never in my entire sexual life had a woman cum so hard just from licking. Her slickness flowed from my tongue into my mouth like the sweetest honey I'd ever tasted and only intensified my need to feel the same orgasm on my cock. My fantasies took on a whole new dimension and form. Elena is everything I've ever wanted. I started because I couldn't forget her eyes, I made my plan down to the last detail, living only with photos, memories, small glances from around the corners, from afar or across the street, falling more and more in love with her appearance.

I followed her from New York to Los Angeles with the sole thought of having her body, but the more I watched her, the more I learned about her, the more that fiery red hair made her stand out from the crowd, the more those divine green eyes reflected the sunlight or the moon, shone when she smiled, when she was having fun with friends, the more my need and determination deepened. Nothing could turn me from my path, nothing could change my resolve.

Elena was everything I wanted, everything I looked for, saw and desired. I couldn't sleep, but if I managed, her face floated up in my sleep, her voice and her ringing laugh danced driving me crazy. Dominic and Simon were no longer enough, Marcus was barely able to, and to feed and support my need to fill my day and night with only Elena, I let the three of them fend for themselves, hire as many people as they needed to run my two businesses ,so that I have time to carry out my plan.

There were times when my obsession became so strong that in order not to rush and fail everything, I went back to work to distract myself. Invariably, it ended in blood. I knew that if I didn't do it, I could lose her and that made me mad, and when I'm mad, my patience doesn't exist and everything made me lose control. But once I returned to my observation of Elena, everything seemed to disappear, and though I never stopped shedding blood, Elena, even from afar, seemed to keep my madness in a golden cage and under control.

And now, when I am with her, when my hands touch her skin, her eyes are directed to mine, when her voice is for me, when I am the reason for her laughter, for her blushing, for her joy, if she stands before me and tell me to sit down and wag my tail, I swear I won't even think twice before I obey.

Her small tender hands held my life and my will in her silky palms. Just the idea that anything could change that softness makes me mad. Elena was too beautiful, too tender, too mine to let even her fingertips feel the strain of any work. Now that she was mine, when my name graced hers, all she would do was love me, carry our children, whether she would take care of them personally or we would hire nannies was her choice, and to be beautiful, just like now, with that tired contented expression and an incredible blush on her cheeks.

Elena shifted and sighed. I threw the towel I used to dry my hair, I walked to the bed, taking the boxers that I had left on a chair, in front of the bed, when I brought Elena in, I helped her get dressed and went in to take a shower, leaving her to sleep, I put them on and I climbed into bed with her. "Victor?" Elena turned to me and climbed a little on top of me, laying on my chest with her hand under her cheek. "Sleep, my love, there's still a lot until dinner" I reached behind her and pulled the light sheet from above us, wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes.

The quiet sleeping sounds that Elena made somehow had a calming effect on me. To hold her like this in my arms, to hug and protect her, to love and pamper her, that's all I want. Elena is mine. I know myself, I know I'm a real jerk and an ass sometimes, I know how messed up my mind is and how perverted my desire to possess her endlessly is, but can you tame a monster that has endless access to his drug?

I know Elena suspects that Craven Group isn't all I own and deal with, I know Mascot didn't fail to tell her how dangerous I am, that I'm a criminal, he probably told her that I'm a murderer, but she still has no idea, she is not fully aware of who exactly she married. Here and now, when it's just the two of us and she's out of danger, I could show her my love and this side of me relentlessly, but when we get back to Los Angeles, when rabid dogs start stalking her from every corner, hoping to get to me through her, then I will think how to calm her fear.

I need to use our time here to come up with a plan to prepare her for whatever lies ahead as my wife, prepare for the arrival of our children, because only dead will someone force me to put my dick inside my wife with condom, or to stuff her body with contraceptives before it becomes necessary. I know there are many other types of protection, but we are both at an age that is best suited to become parents. And the last thing I want is to cum anywhere but deep in that honey pussy of hers, not after today when I felt her orgasm in my mouth. There is no fucking way that's going to happen, dammit!

"Where did this all come from?" I turned and smiled at her, leaving the potatoes I was washing. "I called to get us a refill for the fridge" I walked around the counter and Elena nuzzled into my outstretched arms with a sweet sleepy yawn. "Are you hungry, my love?" I asked and when she looked up, resting her chin on my chest, I couldn't help but lean in to taste her lips. "So much that I can eat you too" she smiled and I sincerely hope that the images that popped into my mind didn't show up on my face, because otherwise Elena would have run away screaming.

"Good girl, you sit here" I pulled her and lifted her to sit on one of the tall wooden chairs in front of the counter. "I'll pour you coffee and peel you a banana or an orange?" I looked at her questioningly and she wrinkled her nose thoughtfully. "Orange, please" I grinned and went back behind the counter to pour her coffee. "Ok, let it be an orange, it'll keep your stomach busy while I prepare dinner" Elena had a small, extremely sweet smile that appeared when she wasn't sure how to feel at the moment and that she gave me now.

"Can't I help? And where did you learn to cook anyway?" she stood up slightly and looked around at the bags of produce and dinner ingredients I had already started to prepare. "You can't help, but as for my cooking skills, when I was a kid, I was often hungry after training with my father. We had an elderly cook who liked to include me in the cooking, that's how I learned to cook. I haven't done it in years ,but apparently I still remember how to do it, so that my wife doesn't go hungry" I winked at her, Elena blushed, but her eyes lit up with fascination and I looked at the products with pride that my wife appreciates my abilities.

"Why did your father train you since you were young?" Elena raised the cup of coffee to her lips, looking at me from under her thick eyelashes. I took a breath and opened my arms, clenching my fists to make my biceps bulge. "So my wife can like what she sees" I lied and Elena giggled softly. "Are you missing your suits?" she asked as I turned to the sink to continue washing the potatoes. "Honestly" I looked over my shoulder at her. "A little, I'm used to them, but I feel just as comfortable in beach clothes, I like to feel the sun and the wind on my skin" and your touch, your kisses, your skin on mine, but I kept that to myself.

"What are the scars on your back from?" Elena was rarely curious, her question made me cringe for a moment as I tried to form an answer that didn't include the truth, but also sounded believable. "A while ago I had a motorcycle accident, despite the protective clothing, when I fell, the asphalt managed to break through, the wounds were quite deep" she gasped in horror, her eyes became huge. Elena jumped up from her seat, ran to me, and I barely managed to turn around when she threw herself on my neck. "I'm glad you weren't hurt more seriously" she murmured sobbing against my neck and I smiled.

"Is my wife worried about me?" I joked, pulling her closer with an arm around her waist, careful not to wet her nightgown. "Of course, I'm your wife!" she slapped my shoulder and glared at me. "Then will you give me a kiss as a reward for being so big and strong that I survived with only a few scars?" I asked fluffy and Elena blushed profusely but stood up on her tiptoes, wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue creeping up against mine and my cock jerked hard as she moaned softly.

"If you keep worrying about me like that my love we're having dinner for breakfast" I smirked and Elena wrinkled her nose, one of my favorite habits of hers. "Okay, okay" she pulled back and returned to her seat. "And why wings, as far as I can see, these are your only tattoos?" she asked as she sat back down in her seat, I finished the potatoes, picked up and peeled an orange, breaking it into pieces on a small plate and placed it in front of her.

"Gang" I joked and she arched an eyebrow. "A gang?" the disbelief in her voice made me burst out laughing. "When I was at university I often raced motorbikes, I had a black helmet with white wings painted on it. The helmet broke years ago and I threw it away, but I liked the wings, they make me feel like I can do anything if I want to,even to fly" I shrugged my shoulders and turned to cut the already washed fresh potatoes. "I hope you won't decide to test your theory?" I turned with a raised eyebrow and grinned. "I'm crazy my love, not an idiot" Elena blushed and looked away from her orange, stuffing a few pieces at a time into her mouth to hide that I had embarrassed her with my comment.