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  “Will you actually put your arms around me? You need to hold on so I can close the door properly and lock up,” he said. He was smiling. Again. But it seemed like he was always smiling. At least, he was always smiling with her. When she’d just seen him before, it seemed like he wore a casual smirk or maybe a scowl, and those were the only two expressions he was capable of showing on his face. His handsome face.

  She didn’t want to only put one arm around him. She brought both of her arms around him, so she was clinging to his shoulders. And since it seemed like he was inviting physical contact between the both of them, she leaned so that her face was pressed up against his neck. And then she breathed him in.

  The car door shut with less noise than when she’d shut it earlier, and the reassuring chirps that came after told her that he had locked everything up. Then they started moving.

  Some of the rooms were in the main hotel, but there was also a section of rooms accessible from the back. They were behind a gate, though, which was locked and had a small post by it. A guard stood within, although really, he seemed to be rather relaxed, and if either Darren or Victoria wanted to just get past him covertly, they probably could have.

  But neither of them needed to be sneaky.

  Victoria pushed an arm out and pressed at the gate. It swung open without any fuss, and they continued on their way as the metal swung shut again behind them. There was a lock on it, it just wasn’t in order. Victoria looked at Darren and rolled her eyes at it, and he did the same in return. It was just a facade of safety. Nothing more.

  Inside was far more impressive. Maybe they focused on things beyond general security; or maybe the gate was just being worked on right now, even though Victoria didn’t see any signs about that anywhere. She didn’t want to ask Darren. Hell, she wasn’t even that focused on it right now, and she hopefully wouldn’t be thinking much about it later.

  There were only three villas past the gate, and there was still some walking to do. They were barely visible in the distance along the little walking path that was laid out in front of them.

  She leaned in close and whispered in his ear. “I think you should put me down.”

  “And take my hands off of you?” he whispered back, but, even as he said it, he quit walking.

  She wished that he wouldn’t do that; she just wanted him to hold onto her forever, and more than that. He wasn’t just going to stop, though, and she loved that about him – it was obvious that although part of her wanted to be put down, another part of her wanted him to hold onto her always. And his voice was playful, but there was something more there, an undercurrent.

  She took a deep breath and swallowed, and tried to focus on anything besides how much she wanted him and the fact that they were going to be all alone in a hotel room together for at least one night.

  He set her down gingerly, and she had to use everything in her not to beg for him to take her into his arms again. They walked a short distance, and she tried to keep herself from leaning against him. She couldn’t. His hand went to her lower back, and, when it didn’t dip down to her ass, she thought she could nearly cry from desperation.

  The villas were farther apart than she was expecting from first glance. Her hand went to Darren's and they wrestled. It wasn’t a sweet hand-holding; she was going for his keys, trying to find the number engraved on them to discover which villa was theirs, and she intended on getting there before he did.

  It didn’t work out as well as she wanted it to. Their hands gripped against each other’s, and she shoved him, gently with her hips at first, and then –

  She started falling.

  His arms went out to catch her before there was any chance that she might even hit the ground, but there was still fear in her chest as she descended. And it was stupid; she had been in much worse situations than a simple stumble. But that still set something inside her aflutter. It was probably because Darren was so close to her. She didn’t even mind falling, not really. It meant that he was holding her for a second time.

  While he was focused on holding onto her, she reached into his hand, which was no longer bunched up and defending the keys that rested there. She grabbed them, and then she moved her arm behind her so that there was no chance he’d get them easily.

  But she moved first. She turned quickly, twisting her body so that her back was to him by the time he reached out for her. Both of his arms snared around her waist, pulling her back to him. It was now or never to check; she might not be able to get away from him, but she wanted to know. She opened her hand up just slightly, looking for any kind of engraving on it so she could figure out where they were going.

  #1. The first villa.

  Her eyes scanned for signs illustrating which villa was which, because, by her guess, theirs could either be the giant one on the far left or the equally large one on the far right.

  Darren’s hands reached out for the keys, and he grabbed them. But as he did it, his body brushed up against hers. Victoria felt her butt drag across something hard, something familiar, and instantly she was filled with a pulsing ache, and all she wanted to do was stay attached to Darren forever. Right now, they were barely touching. His arm was still around her waist, holding her still as his other hand reached out and took the keys from her slack grip. She leaned back into him, trying to keep a sigh from escaping her lips.

  Neither of them moved. She didn’t want to break the spell or otherwise ruin the moment by saying anything, though, so she kept still. She couldn’t stop thinking about how it felt to have him up against her, though, and it felt like he was getting even harder. The pressure in her stomach was rising and she gulped.

  His hand moved from her waist to her stomach. For a moment, she thought that his hand was going to dip somewhere lower, to touch her. It didn’t. He let her go, and she stood there a foot or so in front of him, trying hard not to make it seem like she was thinking about him too much. Why could the smallest of touches from him do this to her?

  He coughed low in his throat, and she turned to see him raising an eyebrow at her. Instead of stopping to say something back to him, though, she just continued on her way. Their villa was the one that was farthest to the left. It was set slightly on a slope, so there were a bunch of stairs in the way.

  Victoria hopped up all of them as fast as she could. The entire time, though, she couldn’t help but be aware of Darren's eyes on her back.

  The inside of the villa was beautiful, but Victoria didn’t have time to appreciate it before Darren’s hands were on her. The door had already swung open without making much noise, and her hand was on the light switch that was just inside the entry way. The light in front of them flooded on; for the most part, however, the rest of the villa was still in complete darkness.

  And as much as she hated to admit it, part of her loved that.

  But her mind was more on his hands than it was on the lighting.

  And the door.

  The open door.

  She turned to say something to him about it, but she couldn’t. His hand found her jaw and brought it up to his face, pressing his mouth down on hers hard as he pulled her body even closer to his using his other arm. She gasped for a second before it turned into a moan, and then she let her body melt into his. Their mouths were hard against each other’s, hunting the other out and trying to keep them both steady.

  Her hand went to his back, and she scrabbled at his skin before turning her mouth away from his. “Wait,” she said, breathless. “The door.”

  He kissed her on the mouth again, dipping back down to her jaw and then to her neck. “What about it?”

  “It’s open,” she got out between moans. She couldn’t talk when Darren was touching her. He made her lose total control of herself, and she hated it and loved it at the same time.

  Darren reached behind him with one arm to close the door. It swung shut quickly, and then he locked it with one hand. Victoria noticed, but she wasn’t really paying much attention. As soon as the door was closed and
locked, they were on each other again. Darren took her in both of his arms this time, placing her against the door he’d just secured. He lifted her up, placing her back against it. It was cool and felt like it was made of tile, and Victoria shivered even as the front of her body came into contact with Darren's heat.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” he said.

  She didn’t have to be told. She raised her thighs as best as she could, one of Darren’s hands coming down to find her legs and help her wrap herself around him. Instantly, she could feel his hard length pressing against her sex, and she gulped. But they were both still totally clothed, and she hated that. She wrapped her arms around him, too, bringing her mouth to his neck. His mouth opened to hers, and he didn’t pull away like she was scared he would. She loved the feeling of his lips on her skin, but she just wanted his mouth to touch hers right now. And so much more.

  One of his hands went to her chest, over the fabric. She tried to reach behind her to help him pull at the clasp of her bra, but he didn’t need help, and she couldn’t reach anyway. He pushed her so she was even more securely pressed against the door, and her mouth opened with surprise at the force of it.

  His hand went from over the fabric of her shirt to just under it, grabbing at her left boob over her bra. He squeezed, hard, pulling her flesh from the bra so that it stuck out from under it. Then he pinched her nipple – again hard, and she winced as she felt it start to stand up in a delightfully bad way. Then he pulled her other boob out from her bra. She still had her shirt on, and she could feel the pressure of her bra against her flesh.

  He pulled her shirt up. He didn’t stop to look at her chest. Her arms were still around him; he stopped to change that, raising one of her arms above her head. Her other arm still held onto him, trying to keep from falling though his weight was supporting her against the door.

  “Hold that up,” he told her.

  She did as he said.

  And then he unclasped her bra, freeing her tits, and ripped her shirt away from her body. His mouth went to her nipples, alternating from one to the other, sucking and biting as one of his hands groped her. His other hand went to holding her wrists together above her, showing her that he didn’t trust her not to move and that he had the authority in how she was going to be fucked.

  Her hands started to go down to his hair, and he pinched her nipple harder than he had before as reprimand. Her hands went back up to where they were, and she tried to hold onto the door to get some kind of balance going. But it didn’t work. She was still wrapped around his thighs, painfully close to his hard cock and hardly even being touched.

  He touched her sides, her jaw, gripping her still and looking at her after moving his mouth from her chest. Then he started kissing her, hard, everywhere, and she thought she was going to stay lost in his kisses forever.

  He started moving. It was a slow grind at first, but then she realized: he was moving away from her. His hands went to her legs, pulling them apart as he started kneeling down, making sure that all of her skin was exposed to him as he did so, and resting her legs on his shoulders. She bit her lips, trying not to be so painfully embarrassed. Why was it so weird being with Darren? Part of her thought that she was scared. She’d been with him once before, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be with her forever.

  It didn’t matter.

  She let go of the feeling rising in her chest, and lost herself in her arousal. He was at her thighs now, between them – his mouth was just before her pussy. And then he was on her, kissing her, licking her, and she felt like her eyes were going to roll into the back of her head and that she wouldn’t be able to look straight at him again. He pushed her legs apart farther, and she was standing so bent apart that she could barely keep herself up right.

  He pushed her farther back against the wall behind her, and her back met the cool wood with a dull thud.

  She couldn’t focus. His hands were on her thighs, pushing against the skin, holding her still and firm. One of his hands went higher up on her thigh, holding her still there, pressing her. And then he pulled her legs even farther apart. She didn’t think that he could possibly do that, but he did. The hand on her thigh went and moved up to her hip, and he gripped the bone there. She gasped. He was holding her so tight.

  His tongue darted out and he licked along her slit, moving his mouth forward and pressing a small kiss to the cleft there. She groaned low in her throat, and moved her hands in an attempt to grab his hair.

  It didn’t happen.

  Both of his hands went to her hips and then slightly beneath them, and he lifted her again in his arms. She moved herself so that her legs went around him, and she threw her arms around his neck. He kissed her neck, and then her jaw, and then finally his mouth made its way back to her lips, and she tasted herself there. It was new for her.

  And she liked it.

  She reached for his belt, desperate to find the buckle and undo his jeans. She unclasped it, struggling, the belt continuously hitting against the fabric of his jeans. She could already see his large bulge straining there, and as soon as she threw his belt to the ground his cock was nearly freed. She brought her hand to the zipper there, pulling it down.

  She accidentally hit his heat with her hand, and she stopped to run a couple fingers over the velvet there. He grabbed her wrist through his groans, bringing his stubble-covered jaw against her skin. He covered her mouth with his again, crushing her sounds against him.

  She pushed back against him. She couldn’t take just being on the wall. He couldn’t handle it either, and they were on top of each other. They both struggled for power. He was so much bigger than her, and she knew she couldn’t win, but there was something so hot about being dominated.

  His weight against her made her feel like she was being crushed, in the best way it possibly could. His chest bared down on hers, and he grabbed her arms. He had both wrists now, like he had earlier, and held them down on either side of her.

  She squirmed. Throwing her body up against his, she hit his hard cock with her bare sex – and the groan he made nearly set her insides on fire. She tried to reach for him, for his shirt, but she wasn’t in control here. He ripped off his shirt, crushing his body down against hers so he was completely on top of her. His hands were at her tits, at her sides, at her pussy, and then he wasn’t touching her at all. He slipped out of his jeans with a fury, and, she, staying still, just watched it happen. He was on top of her, and he was dominating her, and that was what she wanted most of all in the world.

  She brought her hand to his cock, reaching for him and spreading her legs open so he could take her. He didn’t let that happen. He took her hand again, and used his other hand to wrap his grip around her throat. His touch was gentle, but then it was harsher, and –

  His hand fell away, and he was on her. Properly on her; it was like the weight of him hadn’t even touched her before and now he was truly there. His cock rubbed up against her wet slit, the head hitting against her but not entering her.

  She bit her lip in frustration, reaching for him. She didn’t grab his cock, though. Her hands went to his shoulders, trying to pull him closer to her. She tried to pull him into her, and failed, wriggling under his body. She brought a leg up, wrapping her thighs around him. His cock pushed against her again, hard and insistent, and she reached for him again.

  Instead of grabbing his cock and dragging the head against her, like part of him wanted to, and like she was expecting him to do, Darren did what the other half of Victoria yearned for.

  His cock pushed into her, stretching her pussy and filling her in one thrust. His cock couldn’t fit all the way in one motion, and he pushed again. The motion sent her into a frenzy, and her hips jumped up towards him at his touch.

  He thrust into her again, hard and fast, and she brought her hands up to his shoulders. His cock stretched her, pushing her, filling her.

  He took her hair in his hands and pulled her head up, forcing her to show him her jaw. His mouth went there,
kissing her neck. He drew his tongue down the skin there in strokes and ground his hips against hers. He was slow and deliberate and harsh, and it was driving her insane. All she wanted was to be fucked. And she was being fucked, but it wasn’t the way she’d intended.

  She dragged her hands down across his back. And then just when she thought that he was going to slowly make love to her forever – not that there was anything wrong with that, but that wasn’t what she wanted right now – he changed his tune.

  He fucked into her with a passion, his hand at her hair falling away as he grabbed her shoulders. Her body was pushed against the floor. She felt the hard wood of it scratch along her back, and the pressure there made her squirm. It hurt a little, but not in a bad way.

  His mouth left her jaw and he made his way up to her lips. He kissed her, fucking her as hard as he could. She groaned into his mouth. She felt full; everything in her needed this, and she was already holding onto him the best way she could.

  He grabbed her by the waist, holding her as he pushed into her. Then he flipped her, leaving her so she landed with her stomach and chest pressed up against the floor. He got on top of her again, pushing against her. His arms took hold of hers, pulling them behind her back as he pushed her chest out.