I did, convulsing around him as my vision went white, and his deep groans filled my ears as his thrusts turned unpredictable and wild. He fucked me like he hated me. Until his length twitched inside me while he exploded into his own climax.
I fought for breath, my lungs heaving underneath Rafe where he'd collapsed on top of me.
I stared at the ceiling as he kissed my cheek, reality intruding as I came back down from the high of two orgasms.
What in the fuck had I done?
Rafe rolled off me finally, standing to discard the condom. I lay there, wondering what I was supposed to do.
A one-night stand was not the way to lose my virginity. Not wanting to overstay my welcome, I waited until he emerged from the bathroom and kept my eyes on the floor as I hurried into it myself.
I cleaned myself up, washed my hands and resisted the urge to splash cold water on my face. The last thing I needed to do was look like a raccoon when I did my walk of shame and made my way back down to the party to hope Hugo and Chloe hadn't gone back to our hotel yet.
When I opened the door, Rafe sat on the bed. He hadn't bothered to put on clothes, lounging comfortably in his space. I averted my eyes with a shy smile, looking around the floor to see if I could find my bathing suit. When I found the bottoms, I picked them up off the floor and cursed the fact that he'd untied the strings.
"Come to bed, Princesa," he said, drawing my eyes when he chuckled.
"That's not necessary. I should get back before my friends worry." I tried not to let the words sound bitter, but I already knew sleeping with him had been a mistake. He'd set the bar too high, and I feared no other man could compete.
It wasn't enough he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, but he had to make losing my virginity a pleasurable experience too.
"So call them," he said, handing me his cell phone off the nightstand. I'd left mine with the front desk at the hotel for safekeeping. I took the phone, staring down at it dumbly. Sleek and black, I'd never seen a phone with seamless edges. It was like something out of a science fiction movie.
"That's okay," I said, handing it back to him. It was only another reminder of just how far apart our worlds were. This had been for one night.
The night was over.
"I should go. I don't want to overstay my welcome." He sighed, standing and prowling toward me. He again reminded me of a panther, moving through the inky darkness in the room like it was his to control.
Like a phantom. A nightmare come to life.
And I never wanted to wake up.
My breath caught with the comparison of the man I remembered from my drugged dream, Rafe’s touch as he cupped my cheek driving that uneasy feeling higher. "I want you to stay." His thumb grazed the skin under my left eye, a gentle caress that felt more intimate after the things he'd done to me.
"Okay," I whispered, typing out a quick text to Chloe's number and handing him the phone back.
He took my hand, soothing the frayed edges of my soul as he guided me to the bed. He pulled me into his side, letting me lean my head against his chest as a pillow, and folded me into his arms.
Something in me settled. Something about him was familiar.
Like coming home after a lifetime away.
8 Isa
Light trickled in at the edges of my vision. As I pried my eyes open and stared at the space in front of me, the luxurious champagne and gold decor staring back at me was most certainly not the purple room that had looked the same since I'd been ten.
Weight rested over my waist, and the warmth of a naked chest pressed against my spine.
I turned under the arm, rolling to my back and staring up at Rafe's handsome face in shock. In sleep, his expression was oddly peaceful. Like the lines of his face that marked him as a decadent and dangerous sin smoothed away and turned him into a man.
His chest rose and fell with the deep breaths that only sleep could bring, and he groaned as he pressed closer to me. The steel of his erection touched my thigh, making me acutely aware of the distinct soreness between my legs after the night before.
I bit my lip, slipping out of the bed and adjusting the covers, hoping he wouldn't notice me missing. It was early, and while I would have loved to sneak out before he woke up, I needed to shower if I had to make my way across Ibiza Town to the boutique hotel that would give me respite while I grieved the loss of something I’d never really had.
A toothbrush sat on the counter, still in its original packaging. I hadn't noticed it the night before in my panic to get out of the room, but the presence seemed to mock me. Rafe's toothbrush stood in the cup, already opened from its package, having been used. The dirty feeling I'd had while I thought about leaving as soon as he was done with me came rushing back, shoved to the surface with the reality that he'd planned to have company staying the night.
Letting me stay meant nothing. It didn't mean he'd thought our night together was special, as it seemed to me. He just seemed to have a propensity for letting a woman stay the night.
I stared into the mirror, studying my face and wondering if I felt any different aside from the ache inside me. I still felt like me, despite somehow feeling like my world had shifted on
