He only severed our connection when he moved a hand between our bodies, watching it glide down my stomach and inside my underwear to touch me with soft, teasing circles on my clit.
"I wanted to fuck you," he said, throwing me back to the feeling of his hands on me in public. To the forbidden desire and not knowing how far he might have taken it. "Right then and there. Did you know that, mi princesa?"
I gasped his name, tossing my head back when he pushed a finger inside me carefully. Twisting and turning ever so slightly, he watched my reaction to see if I was still sore. When I didn't protest, he added another while he worked my clit. "People could have seen."
"What would they see, Isa?"
"Us. Me," I whispered, my lips brushing against his as his face hardened into a cruel brutality. I didn't want to like it, didn't want to get off on the violence lurking in his skin, but my body clenched tighter around him. Pulling him closer, as if I could slip him inside my very soul and welcome his darkness into me.
"They'd see your face twist with pleasure while I fucked my pretty little pussy. They would see me fucking what's mine," he growled, covering my mouth with his. The moment his tongue swept inside, connecting us as it started to feel like we were meant to be, he swept his thumb over my clit in one furious motion and I shattered around him in trembles.
I tore my mouth away from his to cry out with the force of it, my lungs heaving with the power of the orgasm as it washed over me.
It was dirty. It was wrong. Coming with his claim on my body fresh in my mind, and yet the undeniable truth of how much I wanted that crashed over me. He pulled me off the bar and lifted me into his arms as he kissed me, keeping all my senses derailed by the force of his possession.
Shoving a few of the glass panels to the side with the furious swipe of a hand, he led me to the dining table that was open to the night air and set me to my feet beside it. He yanked my panties down my legs, his movements frenzied as he twisted me around to face the table and pushed me forward until I caught myself against the surface with both hands.
He thrust inside me, forcing through my wetness with a furious strike that set my nerve endings on fire. "Rafael!" I gasped, the pinch of pain accompanying the way he pushed in with firm and steady strokes until he reached the end of me. With his hands on either side of my ass, he held me still as he pulled back and thrust forward once more.
"You look so perfect taking my cock, mi princesa. This is where you fucking belong." The angle was so different from the other times he'd fucked me, striking against another spot entirely and eliciting a different kind of pleasure.
I felt him everywhere as he moved, gliding in and out of me slowly while he gave me time to acclimate to the feeling. Then he wrapped my hair around his hand, guiding me to arch backwards to him while I struggled to grip the edges of the table. His other arm wrapped around the front of my body, cupping a breast in his hand and pinching my nipple lightly. "Fuck," I groaned when his hips slapped against my ass, feeling him press against the deepest part of me with every thrust and loving that brief moment of pain before his retreat stimulated me back to pleasure.
He chuckled against my neck as he released my hair, gliding the hand at my breast up to wrap around my throat as he slapped the other down on my ass. I yelped, heat blooming in the wake of his strike. "This fucking ass," he groaned. "One day soon, you'll take me balls deep here, too." The words were a promise. Spoken without a doubt that he believed them.
I shook my head against his grip, wincing when his hand pressed firmer at my throat and my head went light from the slight loss of air. "You'll take whatever I give you, mi princesa, and then you'll beg me for more." He pinned me in position, spanking the other side of my ass while he fucked me in furious strokes. His cock swelled inside me as his own climax approached, his groans sounding at my ears as he built higher and higher. "Touch yourself," he ordered, and despite my hesitation I slid a hand between my legs to touch myself tentatively.
Every drive of him inside me shifted me forward, my fingers slipping from my clit to touch the place where we connected. He groaned, releasing my throat to cover my hand with his so that together we gripped his shaft where it entered me. "Oh my god," I whimpered, hanging my head when the heel of his palm nudged my clit with each thrust.
"You were made for me, and I won't let you go, Isa," he said, his words driven by the heat of the moment. I groaned out my second orgasm, collapsing in his arms as he roared out his own release. Heat flooded me as he twitched inside me, pulling our hands away from between my legs to shove deeper.
He stayed inside as I caught my breath, supporting my weight
