WARNING! Read at your own risk.
Fluffy, smutty, steamy stuff coming up.
And from this chapter on, the story becomes M-rated. Do not say I did not warn you!

I don't have much experience writing these kinds of scenes. So I would appreciate getting feedback. Personally, I find it rather steamy.
When you think his thoughts aren't very Diego like. I think he is only human, is he not? And Victoria isn't behaving very proper herself. ;)

Chapter 2

Diego had never had such a vivid dream. Victoria was almost always present in his mind. He regularly caught himself in the tavern staring at her with a nonsensical expression on his face. Seeing how she served her customers with a radiant smile. Or when she gave one of the lancers another reprimand.
Her eyes, beginning to shine brighter than stars in the night sky when Zorro came by. His imagination had run wild with him countless times. In his mind, he would take her in his arms, feel her warm body against his. The ribbons that held her snow-white blouse in place came loose of their own accord. And he could admire her beautiful feminine forms.
He loved the moments when she turned around, making her skirt billowing around her legs, revealing part of her lower legs in addition to only seeing her ankles.

And often, at such moments, he had to restrain himself from imagining what it would be like to kneel between those legs.
How many times had he stayed longer at a table purely to hide physical discomfort?
At such a moment, he would have loved to chase everyone out of the tavern. Lift Victoria in his arms and carry her to the nearest bedroom to make love to her.

He was also dreaming now. It had to.
Diego moaned as dreamVictoria leaned towards him and pressed her soft lips on his.
He placed his hand on her neck and pulled her closer to him. Hungry, Diego opens his mouth. Her tongue caresses his lips and penetrates his mouth. This feels so lifelike.
His loins start to tingle at the thought of her kissing him.

Victoria only has to snap her fingers, and his body responds. His blood starts to boil, and all he can think about is what it would feel like to have Victoria squirming against him. How her cries would sound as she tried to say his name, moaning.

In his nightmares, Victoria was always just out of his reach. His arms were too short to pull her back from a cliff. Zorro came just too late this time to save her life. The alcalde captured him and gave Zorro the death penalty there and at that moment. Victoria made every effort to get to him. And how more he tried to reach her the further away she got. How many times had he woken up drenched in sweat?

However, in his dreams, Zorro and Victoria were never disturbed. And Diego could let his imagination run wild.

As Zorro, there was the occasional pleasure of feeling her body crushed against his. Although always separated by many layers of clothing. At such a precious moment, Zorro was wary of sounds announcing danger. On those moments, he hated the thick leather gloves that so often prevented him from feeling her body.
Still, Diego managed to imagine in his dreams how his hands would encircle her breasts. Her nipples would turn into seductively hard knobs when he stroked them with his thumbs. The sensitive knobs would beg for the attention he was more than willing to give. His lips would close around the one while he tenderly massages the other between his fingers. In his dreams, she smelled of roses, and her fragrant skin tasted of honey.

DreamVictoria moans as Diego is once again surprised at how realistic his dream is. Unnoticed, she lay down next to him. His hands glide over her half-naked body.
He pulls her closer to him. And she does not resist when he pulls her on top of him. She hovers above him with one leg on either side of his hips. He enjoys the breathtaking view. Never before had a dream been so lifelike.
Victoria briefly breaks the connection between her mouth and his body. He grunts, complaining. She giggles as she takes hold of the bottom of her chemise and pulls it off over her head., allowing him access to an unobstructed view of her beauty. His breath catches, and his mouth feels bone dry. While at the same time, he has the idea he is drooling like a starving dog looking at a piece of fresh meat just out of his reach.

DreamVictoria is not out of reach. His hands lead their own lives, wrapping themselves tenderly around her curves.
He can almost feel the weight of her breasts, it feels so real. Her skin is even softer than he ever imagined.
Diego can't contain a growl. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice screams it is way too dangerous. He had to wake up at all costs. The real Victoria was only seven feet away, hopefully in a deep sleep. She mustn't find out she is the one filling his mind, let alone what he was dreaming of right now. What if, in his dream, he cries out her name? Diego tried with all his might to wake up. He had to wake up! And now!

One more second, his mind bargained.
This was the opportunity to find out if his dreamVictoria's breasts did indeed taste like honey. Diego lifted his head, stroked her nipples with his thumbs, which hardened even further under the gentle touch. He opens his mouth, takes a nipple between his lips and sucks it into his mouth. He had been so wrong. DreamVictoria tasted even sweeter.
His dreamVictoria moans with pleasure as his kiss intensifies. She was perfection.

No, wake up. He had to wake up! Diego, wake up! NOW!

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Minutes prior.

Irritated, Victoria fell backwards onto the hard sand floor in the mill. Why didn't Diego just admit it? She knew he had feelings for her. She had seen how he looked at her. And damn, she wished it was. Why couldn't he just let go? Just this once. Sleep, he had said he wanted most. Señor don Diego de la Vega wished to sleep. The liar.
Victoria had lied to herself purely out of self-preservation. She's been doing it for years. But not tonight.
Tonight was perhaps the only chance they would ever get to be together. Tonight they were many miles away from Los Angeles and from the harsh outside world that made their love impossible.
Victoria wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by because of a few lies. She got back up and peered over the bench Diego had so neatly placed in the middle to create two sleeping places.

Diego pretended to sleep, but his breathing was too irregular.
If she didn't know any better, she would think he was having a nightmare. The expression on his face was painfully cramped.
Victoria shivered, it was cold in the mill.

Victoria pulled the pins out of her hair and looked to where Diego was.
Diego moved restlessly and muttered something unintelligible. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her blouse. She was shivering with goosebumps all over her body. If her plan worked, the cold couldn't bother her for the rest of the night.

Determined, she pulled the ribbons off her corset, and only her chemise covered her torso. Victoria felt vulnerable and naked. For a moment, she thought, what if Diego rejected her? No, she reassured herself. The intense stare with which he had looked at her less than half an hour before had been scary. She had been afraid at that moment that he would pounce on her and devour her. He wouldn't reject her. Diego longed for her as well. Tonight there would be nothing else. Just Diego, she, and love that wasn't allowed to exist.

And tomorrow? She would think about that tomorrow. Tonight, she didn't want to think. Victoria got up quietly.
In one movement, she pushed the skirts over her hips and stepped out of her riding suit. The only piece of clothing she still wore reached halfway down her hips.

Victoria walked around the modest fire that provided a little light and created long shadows, but barely warmed the large high mill on this icy cold night.
The wind roared loudly against the door and squeezed through the many cracks. The rain beat against the windows and made them vibrate in the rabbets.

The noises coming from outside got drowned out by the loud pounding of her heart. Victoria closed her eyes, trying to control her breathing.
From the cold or from the physical desire, her nipples were painfully hard and visible under the thin fabric of her chemise. Victoria was now standing at his feet. She had said A, and nothing could stop her from saying B.

"Diego." Her mouth formed his name, but no sound had come out of her throat. Victoria, her mouth was dry with nerves.
Frantically, she swallowed her throat several times and licked her lips with her tongue to moisten them.
"Diego." She tried again. This time her voice was louder than she anticipated. His name echoed through the hollow, empty surrounding.

Diego knew he should have stayed awake. Victoria had been around him all day, and many times he had had to do his best not to let his mind be distracted by the woman who influenced his thoughts with every breath.
Still, he must have been so stupid to fallen asleep. For when he heard his name and looked up, Victoria stood at his feet. Only a thin white chemise covered a part of her body.
Wake up. He had to try and wake up! He was not allowed to betray what he dreamed of.

Victoria sank to her knees next to Diego.

Dazed, dreaming, Diego half rose.

Victoria put her hands on his shoulders, leaned forward, and pressed her lips to his. Diego froze at first.
Victoria slipped her arms around his neck and snuggled closer to him.
There was something erotic about feeling his body heat through two thin layers of clothing.
Victoria whispered in his ear. "Please, Diego. Make love to me."

At first, he had been too stunned. As soon as he felt warm lips press willingly against his, there was no stopping it.
Earlier this evening, Victoria had asked him what he wanted most. For a moment, he wanted to tell her the truth.
You, only you. Victoria was his reason for being.
Making Victoria his in body, word, soul, and mind was his deepest desire. Oh, he had no illusions. Diego knew that Victoria had a too strong personality. He wanted her to give herself to him voluntarily. Only then would she belong to him just as totally as he belonged to her.
Diego tried again to open his eyes. But that didn't give the request result because, in his dream, his eyes were already wide open.

DreamVictoria tasted better than ever before. Maybe it was because he had been around her all day.
Wake up, his mind was screaming. His arms had decided to lead a life of their own, embracing her and pulling even closer.
Gasping for breath, he managed to utter her name. "Victoria, I think...,"

"Don't." She kissed him again. "Don't think. Make love to me, please," Victoria begged.

Victoria stroked his lips with her tongue. The temptation was too great, and Diego opened his mouth. Victoria slipped her tongue in and began to explore his mouth. There was a little voice in his head screaming for him to tear himself away from her. This dream was too dangerous.
DreamVictoria moaned softly, and suddenly only one thought mattered. Get even closer to her.
His blood began to boil and buzz in his head. It had to be a dream, and a dangerous dream it was, indeed.
The real Victoria was way too close. He had to wake up.

Countless times in his dreams, he had worshipped her body. Never had such a dream been so vivid as now. Just a little longer, just a little while longer, he would enjoy it. And then he would wake himself up. He only had to find out how.
His breath caught, dreamVictoria was so beautiful. Her skin was even softer, more fragrant, and warmer than usual in his dreams. Her mouth was sweeter. Her breasts fuller and creamier, her nipples harder…,
In his dream, his hands wandered over her body.
Her nipples captivated him. They were the exact same pink colour as her lips. His thumb stroked over one that seemed to beg to get kissed.
Victoria sighed, and the moan she let out sounded like a prayer.

Diego had never been able to refuse Victoria anything. So how could he resist this plea? Not that he wanted to.
Diego raised his head, took the dark circle in his mouth and sucked. This act confirmed what he had always suspected. Victoria was all he needed. Starving, he stroked her with his tongue. His loins were on fire.

Her voice sounded so real. Like she was sitting next to him. He felt how her breath caresses his ear. "Diego. This may be our only chance. I love you. Let this night be ours. I can't take it any longer."

Diego struggled to force his eyes to open.
The image of his dream was burned into his retina. No matter how many times he blinks, the frame of his dreamVictoria sitting on her knees beside him isn't leaving. It is there, longing for him, refusing to leave him alone. She was still there. Naked, willing, enchanting. No matter how hard he tried, he just didn't seem to wake up.

Victoria unbuttoned his shirt and start kissing his broad chest. His skin felt like satin stretched over steel.
Moments before, his warm tongue had stroked her nipple until Victoria thought she was going crazy. She wanted to find out if his nipples got as hard as hers as she touched them.

"Victoria, I'm dreaming. I have to wake up." Diego heard himself mutter. The answer he thought he heard surprised him even more.

"Not a dream, Diego. You are wide awake. Please, love me as if you care for me."

Once more, Diego tried to wake up from his dream. He began to doubt whether it was a dream.
Could it be he was awake? But that would mean this was actually happening. That Victoria was indeed taking off his shirt right now and caressing his chest with her hands.

"I love you, Diego." Whispered Victoria in his ear with bated breath, taking an earlobe in her mouth and started nibbling softly.

His fingers ran over her body. Victoria showed no sign of resistance. She squirmed, moaned, sighed, and whispered his name in despair. Her hands buried themselves in his thick hair. Steering, his head from her sweet lips, over her chin and shoulder blade, to end on her breasts again. "Diego," she moaned pleadingly.

She was perfect. Diego's eye fell on the side of her left breast, where there was a dark birthmark visible. Never before in his fantasy had he seen such a spot on her. The shape intrigued him. He wondered if the real Victoria also had a birthmark on one of her breasts. Only when his mouth found her nipple again did Victoria exhale her bated breath with satisfaction.
His pants became painfully, uncomfortably tight. Diego began to fear that he was so excited he was burning a hole in his pants. DreamVictoria noticed this too, and after a moment of hesitation, she undid the button to release the pressure.
Diego lifted his hips, and moments later, the last barrier between their bodies lay aimlessly at his feet.
"I have to wake up. Go away, go away." It was a last desperate attempt to get this sight of perfection out of his head.

"I'm not leaving Diego, and you are wide awake," DreamVictoria uttered as she smiled so sweetly.

Would it be true? Diego didn't even dare hope. "Am I?"

Victoria leaned toward him. Kissed his jawline and looked intently at him. "Really and truly. I swear."

"And you sure you want this?" Diego held his breath, searched her eyes for the truth. At the same time, he was making the quick plea of Victoria not to reject him. Or worse, she would turn out to be a dream image and disappear.

Victoria nodded, and her voice trembled with excitement. "More than everything else."

Diego could never have refused her anything. How could he refuse her what she said she wanted most. If it was the very thing he, too, longed for more than anything else.
Diego placed his arms around her and pulled her with him as he sank back onto the floor. "I want you too."

Her smile was more beautiful than ever. To call her eyes stars would be a misconception. Diamonds shone even less. Her answer fulfilled all his wishes. "Then. please, make me yours. Only for tonight."

In one movement, Diego turned them both around. Victoria was now on her back, and he was on his side next to her. The cold that had previously filled the mill was gone. His body glowed feverishly, longing for her touch.
His hands wandered over her body. Victoria moaned his name and wriggled her body in an effort to get even closer to his body, hands and mouth.
As if by themselves, his hands slid further and further down. Meanwhile, drawing with his tongue wet tracks all over her body.
His fingers found the curls of her femininity. Without hesitation, Victoria spread her legs inviting him to slid his fingers between her intimate folds. She felt so warm and damp there.

Victoria gasped. Diego had discovered a sensitive spot she herself hadn't known existed.
She bucked against his hand.

"Patience, my dearest, patience."

Victoria cried out a protest. Her entire body was in pain, longing for his touch.
And that one spot between her legs yearned for attention the most. One more touch of his long fingers would be enough. Why didn't he grant her that? She was on fire, and only Diego had the power to prevent her from being consumed with passion.

Diego slipped a finger into her softness. Victoria was so hot and wet. So ready for him.
His manhood was rock hard and throbbed painfully with desire.
Diego hissed as her hand carefully touched his manhood.

"Am I hurting you?" Victoria asked, panting.

Diego managed to say. "Only if you stop."

Victoria shook her head as she muttered. "Please, no"

Diego placed a hand on hers and made her let go, so he could change his position. Victoria made complaining sounds. Until she understood what he intended to do. She opened her legs and allowed him to kneel between them.
His hands started to caress her knees, moving slowly up to her thighs.

Black curls tickled the top of his rod. Slowly, Diego lowered himself an inch into her opening. It felt blissful, heavenly.
The feeling confirmed what Victoria had told him. It wasn't a dream. He must have died and gone straight to heaven.
Her insides welcomed him in.
Victoria was perfection. She was made especially for him.
Diego penetrated her a little deeper.

Victoria tensed for a moment.

"I'm sorry." Diego realized she was in pain, and he didn't dare to move.
Cautiously, not to hurt her even more, he tried to withdraw.

Victoria, her hands clasped around his face. She cried, "Don't stop. Diego, I'll die if you leave me."
Inner muscles tightened around him and clung to him.

"Ahh," growled Diego, not prepared for this kind of sensation.
He couldn't pull back, even if he wanted to. Being where he was what he had unknowingly been waiting for all his life, Victoria was his home.
Diego began to move slowly again, a little deeper with each thrust. Until she had taken him in completely.

Apparently, Victoria enjoyed massaging him inside her. Her moans grew louder, and her muscles tensed uncontrollably. She followed his pace effortlessly.
Her breathing quickened, Victoria writhed with pleasure. Her hands caressed his chest, back, neck. And every time Diego withdrew to immediately bury himself in her again, a wave of pleasure rippled through his body as Victoria tensed her muscles desperately to feel him better.

"To-raaah, Vvv-thho-ri-aaaahhhgrrr." Diego was unable to shout out her name. He tried to tell her what she was doing to him. Diego couldn't form the words in his mouth that would do justice to his pleasure. He felt his climax rapidly approaching. Diego had trained himself for years to maintain his composure at any cost. The characteristic had saved his life countless times. However, he had also longed for Victoria for many years. And now he was where he most wanted to be. With Victoria surrendering herself to him, his self-control got shattered by her glorious warmth, her caressing hands, her cries and other sounds of pleasure.

Stammering, Victoria moaned his name. Uncontrollably, her muscles massaged his penis, yearning for release.

Diego tried to delay his climax as long as possible. He didn't want it to end. Victoria felt good, too good.

Victoria couldn't take it any longer. Her entire body was on fire. And just when she thought she couldn't take it and there could be nothing better, a new wave of ecstasy overcame her, feeling like she was going to explode. At almost the same time, Diego moaned something that sounded slightly like her name, and once more he buried himself deep inside her. Victoria felt something warm and wet fill her.

For the first few minutes, neither was able to say anything.
Diego was the first to regain his voice.
Sweaty and still panting, he looked at Victoria. Scraping his throat Diego wanted to know, "Why?" His heart fearing her answer.

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Yes. This was long enough. Just be grateful I didn't end it halfway. I prefer my chapters to be 4000 words tops.