I don't look away from the entrance.

The first thing I see are the black shoes, impeccably clean. Then the black pants that fit his legs perfectly. I continue to look up at the white shirt he has on the inside of his pants and it fits his body. he has the top buttons unbuttoned. I finish admiring the man who has stopped a few meters from where I am standing.

I can't find an exact word to describe what he looks like. He is very attractive. He has short black hair at the base and long hair at the top. Although he's wearing it perfectly at that moment. He doesn't have a single hair out of place. The haircut he wears makes him look extremely handsome. His face, with a strong jaw and gross lips, has a beard that is too dense for my taste, but that makes him look sexy and attractive.

He continues walking in my direction, but I can't move from my place as my breathing begins to be affected by his presence. I am shocked. I never thought the owner of the apartment would be so hot.

—Are you all right? —he asks in a low voice as he continues to move toward me.

I can't answer him. I am literally speechless. He stops a few feet away from me.

—Do you have a headache?

It doesn't hurt so much anymore. But I can't answer him as I lose myself in his intense and dangerous, very dangerous gaze. Because that's the only thing his look and his pose exudes. Danger everywhere.

He is a dangerous man.

—Do you plan to answer any of my questions?

—It doesn't hurt that much anymore.—I answer him finding my voice

—Did you take the remedy I prepared for you?

—Yes, thank you.

He begins to undo the sleeves of his shirt and fold them down his forearms exposing his muscles. He doesn't take his eyes off mine as he does so. I feel my body begin to react to his presence.

I don't understand what he is doing to me. He hasn't touched me, he hasn't come near me. He just stares at me. He takes several steps in my direction and stops in front of me. His body doesn't touch mine, but I can feel the powerful energy he gives off. Now he looks like a hungry predator.

—Does my presence disturb you? —he asks in a hoarse voice.

—Very much so. —I answer honestly.

His presence unsettles me and speeds up my breathing. It makes me feel nervous. He takes another step in my direction and I unconsciously back up until I hit the kitchen counter. He has me cornered.

—Are you afraid of me?

—I'm afraid of what you might do to me.

—Of what I might do to you?

He takes another step in my direction and stops in front of me again. He leans forward and puts a hand on each side of my body and corners me.

—And what exactly can I do to you?

I can think of hundreds of answers to his question. Losing my senses. Get excited. Go crazy. And all the answers, are correct.

—Devour me. —I answer in a barely audible whisper.

—That sounds very tempting. —he says as he brings his face closer to my neck.

I feel his warm breath as he gives me a light kiss that makes my body start to tremble with anticipation. I raise my hands and hold on to his forearms as I feel my legs will fail me at any moment. He lowers his lips to my shoulder and deposits another kiss while he slightly slides his tongue.

A groan escapes at the touch of his warm tongue on my skin and I close my eyes. I have missed this. I never thought I would say it. I've been a week without sex and without taking it out on a punching bag. So the slightest touch on my skin, makes me excited.

—When was the last time you had sex? —he asks me suddenly.

—Last Friday. — I answer in a gasp as I feel him pull his lips away from my skin.

I open my eyes and find his penetrating gaze and scowl.

—Since Friday?

—Since Friday. —I confirm him without taking my eyes off his.

I I want him to see the sincerity in my words. I don't have a reason to lie to him.

—Are you taking birth control? —he asks me as I look at him with an eyebrow.

It's a very inappropriate question at this time. But I decide to answer him without knowing why.

—Yes.

I can see the way his face changes. He doesn't frown anymore. Now he is smiling at me.

—Have you ever been wildly fucked? —he asks me as I open my eyes.

I swallow the knot that has just formed in my throat.

—And then.

—No. —it's the truth.

—And do you want it? —he asks as he brings his lips dangerously close to mine.

I don't understand why I haven't moved from here. Why I have let him do what he wants to me. I am not an easy girl.

—I'm waiting for an answer.

—Yes, I do.

That's the only answer I can give him before he take my lips possessive. I have never been kissed with this ferocity before. His mouth devours mine with burning possession, as if I were going to escape at the slightest attempt. I kiss him back as I cling more tightly to his arms and groan against his lips as his tongue joins mine. I feel his hands clinging to my body and holding me tightly at the waist. And a few seconds later I'm sitting on the counter without stopping the kiss.

I feel him move and he moves my body next to his to sit me on the edge of the countertop. I let go of his forearms and lean on the counter as his lips separate from mine and they desperately kiss my skin. He rests his hands on my thighs and opens them almost violently to stand between my legs. And then he pulls my dress up my thighs, while still touching my skin. I lean on my hands and stand up to help him. He separates his lips from mine only when he pulls up my whole dress and pulls it out by the head. I see him throw it aside before fiercely taking my lips again. I feel his hands slide down my thighs once. His hands squeeze my thighs as if he wants to mark me. When they reach my panties, I don't know how he does it, but he breaks them. I only feel the sound of the fabric tearing.

After that I stop feeling his hands on my body, but I feel them between my legs. I feel the sound of his belt buckle against the counter.I feel something tiny, hit my body, but I don't pay attention to it. He pull my legs towards him. Only then does he separate his lips from mine. His shirt is unbuttoned and he has thrown off his pants and boxers. He stares at me as he holds my face with one hand and introduces himself into me all at once.

I let out a scream of delicious and painful pleasure when I feel him invading me completely. He smiles at me as he pushes my body down to the counter. He slides his hand from my neck all the way down my body until he grabs one of my breasts and pulls on the nipple.

I moan again.

He clings tightly to my breast as he begins to move inside me desperately. I can feel every onslaught deep within me. Hard, violent, raw. He is not holding back at all. He is doing what he said he would do. He's fucking me wildly. Each onslaught brings me closer to orgasm. An orgasm that I know will take away all my senses. I've gone a week without sex. And being wildly possessed on the marble countertop of an apartment that costs more than I can imagine, makes my excitement rise even higher.

—Do you like it that way? —he asks me between onslaughts as he leans over me and slip his hot, wet tongue across the other nipple.

—Ahhh! —I can't talk.

—Or do you want something harder? —he says as he lowers his hands now to my thighs.

Can it get any harder than this?

He take my legs and put them on one of his shoulders now.

—You are about to feel me completely inside you, baby. —he says with a smile.

And as he holds me by the legs he starts to move inside me. If I thought he was being violent before. I was wrong. Now I can feel his despair much better. I can see him clenching his jaws. I can see the sweat begin to pearl on his forehead as he moves over and over and over again inside me with a rudeness I have never seen in anyone before. And it feels delicious. I never thought I would experience this kind of possession.

It is what I have most desired. For someone to take me savagely on the first surface they encounter. Without planning, without much thought, without much preamble. Spontaneity, that's exactly what I needed. I can feel his warm, throbbing penis inside me hardening more and more as my walls tighten.

At this rate I don't think I can resist much longer. For the first time in my life I don't need much. Quickly the moans begin to escape my lips, impossible to contain. I try to bite my lips to avoid screaming with the same intensity as their onslaughts.

—You can scream as much as you want.— he says between onslaughts. —The walls are soundproof, only I will hear you.

I stop holding back the moans. His hands now cling tighter to my legs. My walls are pressing him harder. I can't hold it in any longer. I cling to the edge of the counter, one hand on each side as I groan audibly and let myself go in the best orgasm of my life. I don't close my eyes, not when I see his face decompose with pleasure and feel him filling me up completely. But he doesn't stop moving, he continues until my body has extracted all it can from his, until there is nothing left inside him. Only then he stops his onslaught and lets himself fall on my body.

As our breaths come together he kisses my belly and my breasts very sweetly. And I can't help but laugh at what has just happened.

—I've never had sex like this before. —I tell her as I tangle my hands in her now messy hair.

—Wild sex? —he asks against my skin.

—Exactly. And I liked it.

—I'll keep that in mind. —he says as he separates his lips from my skin and looks into my eyes.

I lose myself in his gaze as I slide a hand across his face.

—I think we have a pending conversation.—he says to me as he gets up and comes out of me.

I instantly miss having him inside me, skin on skin. But I know he's right. We have a lot to talk about. We need to talk about what just happened, what happened to me last night, which I don't remember much about. And most importantly, what it all means.

I sit on the counter and watch him now get rid of the shirt and throw it in the trash. I don't think he has much use for it after ripping the buttons off and tearing it. I know now that what I felt were the buttons hitting my body. With a smile on my face I watch him pick up the boxers from the floor and put them on hiding his still prominent erection inside. I stare down at the bulge that is marked inside them without being able to avoid it.

—Don't you need help with that? —I ask him as I point to the bulge he's trying to fit into his boxers.

—Of course, but first we need to talk.

—So let's talk. —I tell him as I pull my legs up and sit with them crossed over the counter.

I stretch my hand out to a bowl of strawberries over there, take one and bring it to my lips. It is delicious. Without being able to avoid it, I close my eyes and groan audibly. Then I feel his hands clinging tightly to my wrists. I open my eyes in fear.

—Please stop. —he says to me in a hoarse voice as he releases my hands.

—I have done nothing. —I say innocently.

—You are doing too much without even trying.

—Does this excite you? —I ask him as I bite into the strawberry again.

—If you bite that damn strawberry again, I swear I will not answer for what I am capable of doing.

That's something I'd like to see. What are him capable of doing? For a moment we challenge each other with our eyes. I bring the strawberry to my lips again and just before I bite it it disappears from my fingers.

—That's enough.

His hands quickly come over my body and carry me on his shoulder. He begins to walk with me out of the kitchen. I can't help but laugh at the situation.

—I hope you find this very funny. —he says to me as I watch him walk down the hall.

Before reaching the end, he turns left. He opens a door at the end on the right and finishes walking down the other corridor. And then he throws me on the bed. I laugh again as I land face down on the black satin sheets. But I don't laugh for much longer. I feel his hands on my thighs lifting my buttocks. Then a finger slips across my sex making me pant with pleasure, and then I feel him inside me again without warning.

With his hands he picks up my hair towards my back and pulls it back. He rests a hand on my shoulder and once again possesses me in a wild, possessive way. Now I understand him much better as I cry out in ecstasy of pleasure. He is marking me as his property. If what he has in mind is exhausting me with wild sex, I'm not going to complain.

At least not today.