9 comments/ 48906 views/ 38 favorites The Masked Lothario By: Angellica1612 Adrianna hit send and sat back with a deep, satisfied sigh. Three more chapters of her novel were winging their way across the globe to her editor in New York, where the poor baby would be subjected to Eleanor's evil red pencil. She smiled, remembering her shock when she'd received her first edited novel back. Eleanor had been merciless. Since then, she'd published many novels, and though they all received the red pencil treatment, there were less and less red marks these days. She stretched, raising her slender, graceful arms high over her head to work the kinks out of her back. She'd been sitting here all day, working hard, with only a short break for lunch. She was pleasantly tired, and realized she was hungry. She rose and moved into the small kitchen of the beach house. She'd fix herself a salad and warm up the chicken Marsala she'd made the day before, she decided. She put the chicken into the oven to warm and poured herself a glass of wine. After making the salad, she carried it out to the patio, overlooking the ocean. It was her favorite spot to relax. When she'd become a successful novelist, and was actually making a really good living at it, she had begun going to far off locales to write, visiting all the places she'd dreamed of. They were working vacations, so she chose small houses instead of hotels, where she could have privacy and peace while she created her babies. This one was right on the water, with a small strip of cleared land between the house and the shoreline, and thick trees on either side. There were other houses nearby, all overseen by the same resort, but they were far enough apart that she felt as if she were miles from anyone. She couldn't hear or see her neighbors, and there were no paths that ran behind the houses. They could only be reached from the front. Of course, there were paths in the dense forest, animal trails mostly, but they were passable if someone were determined. As she sat there, she was unaware of the man hidden in the trees, watching her. It wasn't his first visit. He smiled. Soon, he thought. Soon, we will meet, my lovely. When the sun began to set, Adrianna went back inside, and he eased back into the trees. Adrianna took her time showering and dressing. There was a musical program up at the resort that she'd decided to attend, though she rarely participated in any of the offerings. But this was a group she'd heard before and enjoyed. Wearing a teal colored sundress of soft cotton that set of her pale blond hair, and white high heeled sandals that made her shapely legs even better, she gathered up her purse and keys, and set out on the path. The program was enjoyable, but there was disturbing news. Another woman had been assaulted the previous night. The media had dubbed the man 'The Masked Lothario'. The women, six of them now, said he just appeared in their rooms or homes. He was gentle, but he drugged and raped them. When they awoke, he was gone, leaving a single red rose on the pillow beside them. There was much speculation as to who this man could be. The descriptions the women gave were all over the place. The gendarmes were baffled. He left very little trace evidence behind. He was like a ghost. Adrianna was nervous, hearing about another attack, and she dreaded the walk home in the dark. Gentle or not, it was still rape. She gratefully accepted a ride from a woman and her husband, who were staying in a cabin farther down the line. They waited until she was safely inside before driving off. She locked the door, and went into the bedroom to change. It was a warm night. She put on a tank top, but wore only her panties on the bottom. She opened the sliding glass door, but made sure the lock on the screen was engaged, before settling down on the sofa with a book and another glass of wine. When she began to yawn, she put the book down and headed in to bed. She was out in minutes. The man outside smiled. She'd forgotten to close the glass doors, which would make his entrance even easier. He waited, making sure she was sound asleep, before he went in. It was simple to slit the screen and reach through to unlock it. He moved through the darkened rooms silent as a cat, making his way with confidence. He'd already been inside, twice, and knew where every piece of furniture was. He moved into the bedroom and stared down at her. A shaft of moonlight flowed across her like a caress, gilding her pale hair as it laid spread over the pillow. He went about his preparations. Adrianna awoke slowly. What had awoken her, she wondered groggily. She frowned, and slowly opened her eyes. She was on her side, facing the French doors to the patio. They were standing wide open. She blinked, confused, then sat up with a gasp. An arm wrapped around her shoulders and pushed her back down onto the bed, while a hand wrapped around her mouth. It held a cloth soaked in something. She felt the wetness, then her panicked breath took in the fumes and the world went fuzzy. She didn't pass out completely. She was vaguely aware that someone was moving her around, but she couldn't focus her mind or her eyes. Her limbs felt like deadweight, her mind muddy. It was a while before she began to come around and be able to think again. Her first clear realization was that she was lying on her bed, on her back and someone was standing beside the bed. She stared up at him, her mind whirling. With a start, she realized this must be the rapist. She gasped and tried to roll away from him. It was only then that she discovered her ankles and wrists were tied to the bedposts. She opened her mouth to scream as he sat down beside her. "No, no, my dear, no screaming, please," a pleasant, accented voice said gently as a hand covered her mouth, muffling her scream. He sounded European. His other hand reached into his pocket and came out with a ball gag. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. "I must, I'm afraid. With the doors open, I can't take the risk. But it is such a pleasant night. I love the sound of the ocean at night, don't you?" As he spoke he slipped the gag into her mouth and quickly pulled the straps around her head, fastening it tightly. Adrianna looked up at him, terror squeezing her heart. A tear slipped over the edge and trailed down her temple. He brushed at it with a fingertip. "There is no reason to cry, my sweet. I will not hurt you." She didn't believe him, of course. She glared at him now, and tried to speak. He smiled. "I can't understand you with the gag. But I believe I get the gist of it." He sighed, and gently wiped at her tears again. "Do you know who I am?" She nodded slowly, and tugged at her bonds. They were thick leather straps, lined with fur, so they gave her no pain. But they were fitted snugly and she couldn't escape. "Then you know you do not need to fear for your life. Tonight is only about pleasure, I assure you. Such pleasure we will give to one another." He smiled, and leaned over to turn on the bedside lamp. He wore a mask, as always. It had a large opening for his mouth, and smaller ones for his eyes and nose. He wore an expensive, tailored black suit. She couldn't see his hair, but he had piercing blue eyes, much brighter than her own pale blue ones. He rose, and moved over to the reading chair by the window. He removed his jacket and shoes, and then returned to her. Sitting down he reached out to gently touch her face. She flinched away from him, making panicked sounds behind the gag. "You are a beautiful woman, Adrianna." He saw her eyes go wide, and chuckled. "Oh, yes, I know who you are. I have studied you for some time, in preparation of our time together. He picked up a pocket knife from the bedside table. "Do not be afraid, this is only to facilitate removal of your clothing. I will use utmost care not to cut you." Adrianna trembled as he brought the knife close to her stomach. He began to cut the fabric straight up the middle. When the material parted, he sat back to gaze down at her breasts. "Lovely, lovely," he said, smiling. DD's, he knew, from his earlier explorations through her drawers. He cut the straps, and pulled the garment out from under her, ignoring her now free-flowing tears. Then he moved to her panties, cutting the sides, and tugged them away. She lay naked before him now. His gaze roved over her. "I am pleased, my dear, most pleased." Adrianna closed her eyes in mortification. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. She jerked when she felt his hand on her stomach. He rubbed gently across to her waist, and let his hand rest there as he smiled at her. "We will begin with a massage, to help you relax. Only then will I proceed." He stood and removed his shirt, belt and socks, but left his slacks in place. He reached over to the table, and a moment later soft music wafted into the room. He opened a bottle of oil, and poured some into his hands, then put them on her stomach again. He began to massage the oil into her skin gently. "I do so enjoy the ladies. The female body is one of God's greatest gifts to men. I take great pleasure in my work." As he spoke, he worked the oil into her breasts, and then moved up her chest, then down her arms. Then he moved to her feet, and worked his way slowly up her legs. At first, Adrianna lay rigid, looking away from him. But the massage felt wonderful, she couldn't deny that, and her body began to relax. Even when he'd rubbed the oil onto her breasts, it hadn't been sexual, just gentle. He hadn't spent any more time on them than he had on other parts of her body. By the time he began on her feet, she was relaxed. But as he moved up them, she began to tense up again. He smiled as he massaged her thighs, looking up at her. "I make my own oils. It smells wonderful, don't you think? It tastes good too." That statement alarmed Adrianna, and she stiffened, her eyes wide. She gave a muffled shriek when his fingers moved over her mound. His gaze grew more intense as he covered her with his hand and rubbed lightly. On the third rub, he slipped a finger between her folds, eliciting another shriek from her. She shook her head vigorously, and her legs strained to close, but there was nothing she could do to evade his touch. He rubbed slowly, up and down, then side to side, then in small circles. He encouraged her to relax and enjoy it. She glared at him. After a few minutes of this, she was shocked to realize it felt good. She squeezed her eyes shut, repeating over and over, 'No, no, no, no.' but it really did feel good. She'd rarely had a man take so much time just rubbing that spot. The oil made her slick, and his finger glided over her nub easily. When he slipped lower, and pressed up slowly inside her, she stiffened and jerked in surprise at the sharp thrill of pleasure. "Ahh, my sweet, the pleasure begins. Do not be ashamed. You have a lovely body made for pleasure. I beg you; do not fight your natural responses. I am well pleased." The low, soothing tones of his voice seemed to float across her bare skin, caressing in its own way. He removed his finger and leaned over to the side table. "Oh, my God," Adrianna mumbled around her gag. He'd picked up a vibrator, her bunny one. Smiling, the intruder rubbed lubricant over the toy, and switched it on low. He ran it over her stomach, making the muscles jump. Adrianna shook her head violently. "Shhh," he soothed, moving the lightly buzzing toy up to her breasts. "Just enjoy it, my love." He ran it over a nipple, which puckered and hardened. He moved to the other, bringing his hand up to caress the first with his fingers. He rolled the nipple between his fingers. Both nipples were standing up now, and tingles raced down her body to pool warmly between her legs. She could feel herself getting wet and swollen as a new heartbeat began down low. She writhed, trying to avoid him, but it was hopeless. The vibrator began to move downward. Her stomach contracted as it moved down, pausing at her belly button to play a moment, then continuing it's journey. He brushed the toy lightly over her mound, watching her face, and then pressed it between her folds. Adrianna let out a gasp. He smiled and turned up the speed. She could feel her clit begin to swell and throb. She shuddered, closing her eyes tightly. His hand moved up to play with her breasts again as he worked the vibrator, still on too low a setting to push her over the edge, but she was close. When he turned it up, she let out a despairing cry and writhed, and then her body went taut as an orgasm ripped through her. Normally, when servicing herself, she'd almost immediately ease off with the vibrator. Her clit became extremely sensitive. The intruder did not remove it. Instead, he turned the speed up higher still, pressing it firmly against her. Adrianna could barely stand it. She screamed and writhed madly, trying to evade the toy, but he kept it pressed into her. She was beyond hearing his excited encouragements. Her body erupted, wave after wave of pleasure. She collapsed and lay breathing hard, trembling, when he finally removed the toy. His hands moved over her body soothingly. "That was wonderful, my dear. You are so very beautiful in the throes of your passion. There will be much, much more. We have all night," he said, drawing out the word 'all'. He smiled when she shuddered and wearily shook her head. She felt him stand up. She opened her eyes and watched in dread as he unzipped his pants, drawing them down his lean hips to reveal silk boxers of midnight blue. Smiling, he slowly lowered those too, letting his engorged cock free. He was a beautifully built man; she had to admit, with toned, well defined muscles, and sun-kissed skin. His erection was full and thick. He was well endowed, and she swallowed in fear. He smiled as he stroked himself gently. "I have desired you from the moment I first saw you, and knew you would be on my roster." He rejoined her on the bed, and lay down half over her. "I so wish that I could kiss you, but you are not quite ready for that, I fear. I shall satisfy that particular urge for now by kissing your body." Adrianna made a strangled sound. He ignored it, and bent his head to brush his lips over her nipples. Her back arched involuntarily when he took one into his mouth and sucked gently, laving it with his tongue. She cried out when he nipped it lightly, then soothed it. He moved over to the other, giving it the same treatment. He spent a good amount of time making love to just her breasts, until she was trembling with a forbidden need. She was almost relieved when he finally began to kiss his way down her stomach, until she realized what would likely happen. As he moved down below her belly button, she lifted her head and shook it vigorously, her eyes wide, her throat making inarticulate sounds. The intruder looked up at her and smiled against her skin. "Nay, my love, I'll not deprive either of us of this particular pleasure. I so look forward to tasting you and feeling you come in my mouth." Adrianna screamed and renewed her struggles as he lowered his lips and laid a soft kiss on her mound. He settled himself between her legs. She felt his fingers stroke her, and then part her folds, and then his tongue gave a long, slow lick. She shuddered, and fresh tears spilled from her eyes. It felt so very good, but responding like this was appalling. He licked her again, and then moved his tongue side to side, still slow and gentle. It felt heavenly. Her hips lifted against her will, and he stroked her more vigorously. When he took her clit into his mouth and sucked, she let out a shriek and arched up as heat filled her. She throbbed, and climaxed again. He didn't let up. His tongue moved down to pierce her, lapping up her juices. She felt his moan of pleasure against her flesh. Before she could come down, he used his fingers on her clit while sucking at her opening, sending her over again and again. Finally, he pulled back, smiling up at her with great satisfaction. He moved up over her. His breathing was rapid, his voice less steady as he said, "You taste as sweet as honey in my mouth. Thank you, my love." Adrianna turned her head away, shame filling her even as her body thrummed with aftershocks. He kissed her face, lapping at her tears, making soothing noises. She could feel his erection pressing into her stomach. He flexed his hips, rubbing against her. When he shifted sideways off of her, she hoped it was over, though she knew better. His hand moved down and pressed between her folds again. "No, please," she whimpered, though her words were unintelligible. He kissed her temple as he stimulated her until she was writhing again. He removed his hand, only to move his body up over her, resting on his knees between her legs, his powerful arms holding his body above hers. She felt the head of his penis bump her opening. "Look down, my sweet," he ordered. With horrified fascination, she did. She watched as he eased himself inside, an inch at a time, a look of pure rapture on his face. He looked down too, watching his own slow entrance into her. When he was fully seated, he began to pull out just as slowly. His body trembled, and his breathing grew more ragged. So did Adrianna's. When he was nearly out, he stopped and looked deeply into her eyes. His sudden, deep thrust caught her by surprise. Her body arched, taking him deeper still, and she cried out. He filled her completely. He began to pump now, a little faster, alternating deep and shallow strokes. He finally lowered his body onto hers, putting his hands on either side of her face to keep her looking up at him. He pressed against her clit, making it throb. Despite the fact that this was rape, that she was tied down and completely at his mercy, she couldn't deny how good it felt. Her body was on fire. Her hips lifted, meeting his strokes as they got more powerful. He sighed in pleasure, and kissed her neck and her cheeks and her eyes. His pace increased, until he was pounding forcefully into her, and she felt the orgasm coming. It built and built, until she thought she'd scream in frustration. When she finally found release, it was so powerful she screamed, her body going rigid for nearly a full minute. He wrapped his arms around her and thrust hard and deep, over and over, grunting and moaning deep in his throat. When he plunged deep and froze, she felt his hot seed spurting deep inside her, jet after jet. He pulled back slightly and pressed in again, several times, moving slowly, dragging out his own pleasure. The pressure against her clit caused her body to jerk with aftershocks. She was exhausted when he finally collapsed onto her. Nearly three minutes passed before he lifted his head to smile down at her. "That was perfection," he whispered. "Thank you, my love. Thank you." He kissed her face again. "You are as responsive as I'd hoped. I am so very happy to have shared that experience with you." He took a long, deep breath, and slowly pulled out of her. Her pussy clenched as more aftershocks hit her. When he was completely out, he slid off her, the sweat beading their bodies making it an easy move. He lay beside her, one hand resting on a breast, idly thumbing the nipple. "We'll rest now," he said. An hour later, Adrianna was roused from sleep. He was removing her gag. He placed a finger against her lips. "Shhh," he warned. "No screaming, my dear. I am going to give you something to drink. I know you must be terribly thirsty." She nodded, feeling the burning in her throat. Her mouth felt like it had been packed with sand, and her tongue felt swollen and heavy. He put a glass against her lips, helping her to lift her head so she could drink. It was pure, cold water. Water had never tasted so good. "Easy," he said, "Drink slowly." When she'd drunk nearly the whole glass, he removed it, and replaced it with a glass of champagne. The bubbles tickled her nose, but she obediently sipped it. She noted that he'd closed the doors and drawn the drapes over the white sheers. The Masked Lothario "Better?" he asked. She nodded, and licked her lips, tasting the sweet champagne. His eyes darkened, and she froze. He dipped a finger in the glass and trailed it over her lips, wetting them, and then leaned down to lick them. He did it again, only this time he didn't just lick. He kissed her, softly at first, then with more passion. Her mouth seemed to open to him of its own accord, and he plunged his seeking tongue inside to explore. "Why did I do that?" she thought, horrified at herself as she allowed the kiss, though she did not allow her tongue to participate. Her body ached from being tied in the same position for so long, and from her exertions, but it felt good at the same time. It was very confusing. She no longer felt any fear. He wouldn't hurt her, she didn't doubt that. But apparently, it wasn't yet over. She could feel his arousal, bumping up against her hip. He sat up and set the glass aside, then lay down beside her. He kissed her again, deeply, and his hands began to move over her body. He caressed her breasts, gently tugging at a nipple. Pleasant sensations began in her again, and she remained relaxed. Until he pinched her nipple, causing a sharp pain to shoot through her. It seemed to arrow down into her groin, and she cried out, both shocked and strangely aroused. He smiled. "Sometimes, a small bit of pain, applied correctly, amplifies the pleasure." Adrianna closed her eyes, willing this to all be a nightmare, a vivid, very detailed nightmare. But he pinched her other breast, making her eyes snap open, even as her body lifted off the mattress and her clit throbbed in response. He kissed it, soothing the pain with gentle lappings of his tongue. When he bit it again a moment later, she cried out and writhed. She couldn't believe she was finding pain to be stimulating. She'd always thought people who enjoyed pain were crazy. But her body was thrumming now, and when he lowered his hand between her legs, she arched up against it. She trembled with anticipation when he began to kiss his way down her body. Between her legs once again, he kissed her mound, looking up at her. "How do you feel?" he asked softly. She didn't answer, and he smiled. "Never mind. I know how you feel. Your arousal smells so very sweet." He dipped his head and used his mouth on her, bringing her quickly to orgasm. She was still throbbing with it when he placed two fingers into her and pumped, curving them up to hit her g-spot, as he continued to suck on her clit. She was on the brink again when his fingers stopped for a moment. She felt them shift and suddenly they were pressing at the entrance to her other hole. She clenched her butt cheeks and gasped out, "No!" "Shhh," he soothed, and then lowered his mouth to her again. His thumb pressed into her vagina and upward, while his forefinger pressed against her sphincter, then pushed inside about an inch. She cried out as sharp pain filled her, but his continued assault on her other parts kept her on the threshold of an orgasm. After a moment the pain began to recede. He moved the finger out just slightly and pressed in again, going no further. He began a slow, gentle rhythm, and her pleasure grew stronger and stronger. It was an entirely new sensation, and it seemed to enhance the pleasure his mouth and thumb gave her, until she was moaning and writhing. She erupted into the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced. She screamed with it, and sobbed. It lasted for a long, long time, and he didn't let up, increasing his pace and the force, sending her crashing over again. Finally, he eased out and stopped, letting her fall back, her chest heaving in the effort to draw in enough air. She felt like she would pass out for several minutes. He lay beside her, watching as she finally relaxed and her breathing slowed. His hand stroked lovingly over her stomach. "So much beauty, so much untouched passion. I am proud to have introduced you to something new. The best you've ever had," he murmured to her, confidant that he was right. Adrianna lay with her eyes closed, spent, her body feeling heavy and sated. He was right, it was the best. She still felt shame and horror, but they were fading in the face of so much pleasure. When next she awoke, her hands and legs had been released from the bonds. He lay against her side, one arm around her waist, one leg thrown over hers. His eyes were closed. She blinked and looked over at him. He still wore the mask, so she couldn't see his face, but she suspected he was handsome. She flinched when his intense blue eyes opened, and he smiled at her. "Did you have a nice rest, my sweet?" He kissed her, softly. "I am sure you need to visit the restroom, but you need to understand the rules." He looked at her, and when she nodded, he went on. "I will assist you into the restroom. I regret that I cannot give you privacy, but after all that we have shared, it shouldn't be too upsetting. When you are finished, I have prepared a snack for us. You must be famished." She realized he was right. Her stomach felt as if she hadn't eaten in days, and she had a raging thirst again. "I expect you to behave. Do not try to escape or scream. Is that understood? I do not like to cause real pain, but I will if it is necessary." Swallowing, she nodded. He'd already had her, and had truly given her only pleasure, so there was no sense in fighting him now. She knew from the reports of the other women that he would be gone shortly before sunrise, leaving her exhausted but unharmed. So she gratefully accepted his help to stand. Her legs felt like jelly, and her whole body ached. In the restroom, she found that it wasn't as awkward as she'd feared. While she took care of her business, he peered into the mirror and talked, telling her that she was now one of his favorites. He said that he'd been perfecting his techniques for years. "Think of it, my dear. All those beautiful, sensual women, and you are among my favorites." He smiled at her, and helped her back out to the bed. A plate of finger sandwiches and cookies sat on the bedside table, along with tall glasses of milk. They ate, while he asked her about her writing career. He confessed that he'd already read two of her novels, and had started a third. He intended to read them all. He told her he was a real fan, and looked forward to more. He asked about the storyline she was currently working on. Adrianna found herself answering his questions as enthusiastically as she did any fan or reporter. It was surreal, sitting here naked discussing her work with a masked man. The simple food tasted like nectar, and she ate her full share as she talked, licking her fingers when some mayo squished out. The intruder reached out and tugged at her hand, taking her fingers into his own mouth and sucking on them. She couldn't believe the thrill it gave her. She saw that he was semi-erect, and nearly let out a slightly hysterical laugh at the thought of more sex. She wasn't sure her body could take it. But after they were done eating, he leaned in and kissed her, then lowered her to the bed. This time, after a few minutes of kissing and heavy petting, he instructed her to get on her knees. She hesitated, and he gently chucked her under the chin. "Have I not given you more pleasure than you knew existed?" he asked softly. "Now be a good girl, and do as I ask." Adrianna shivered, but complied. He knelt behind her, between her legs, and his fingers found her slit again. He reached for the vibrator, and she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, shuddering when it entered her. He pushed it gently in and out, while continuing to lightly rub her clit, until she was dripping wet again, and pressing back against him seeking more stimulation. He set the vibrator aside and lowered his mouth to her, licking, kissing and pressing his tongue into her until she spasmed. As she came, he pushed his finger into her ass again, still keeping it shallow. He raised himself up, and pressed his cock into her, keeping his finger in her anus. His other hand reached around her to caress her breasts. He thrust into her, then pulled almost out before plunging in again. His finger mimicked the move, gently. "You are not to come until I give you permission," he said in a low, throaty voice. "When you get close, you are to tell me. Do you understand?" "Yes," she gasped. She closed her eyes and just accepted the pleasure. When she felt an orgasm building, she said on a shaky breath, "Now, I'm going to come now." He went still. "No, not yet." He smiled when she groaned. After a moment, he resumed his motions, more slowly, keeping his strokes light and slow. He gradually increased his speed, until she let out a moan. "Now," she breathed. He stopped again. Adrianna nearly cried in frustration. She moaned loudly, and whispered, "Please." "Nay, my love, not yet, not yet. Easy now." His hand rubbed her back lightly, but otherwise he remained still. He was deep inside her, and with the finger in the anus, deeper now she realized with surprise, she felt so very full. Her body throbbed and she wanted to come so badly. She let out a relieved breath when he started to move again, bringing her quickly back up to the brink. "Please, please," she begged, only to howl in frustration when he stopped yet again. She could feel her juices leaking out and trailing down her legs. He was completely still now, and she panted, her body shaking with need. He flexed his penis, deep inside her, and she jerked, nearly going over with that one movement. Again he waited. "Are you ready, my sweet?" he whispered. "Yes, yes, please," she said, trying to press back against him. He chuckled, and began to move again, every so slowly, nearly pulling out of her before slowly pushing back in. His hand had stopped rubbing her clit to grasp her waist, holding her still. He pulled his finger out of her anus, and pushed his thumb in instead, making her gasp as the thicker digit penetrated her. "What do you want, Adrianna?" he asked in a growl. He felt bigger now, hard as steel inside her, and his voice shook with need too. "Tell me." "I want to come!" she cried, trying to press back past the hand holding her still. "Please!" she begged, beyond shame. Without any further warning, he released her waist, gripping her hip now for stability and began to pound into her, hard and fast, his thumb still in her anus. She cried out, and squeezed her eyes shut as the orgasm built and rolled through her. He began to move the thumb, in and out, even as he continued to pound her pussy, and she felt herself tighten again. The intruder felt her vaginal walls gripping him, and knew it was the last time. He couldn't hold out anymore. He stopped resisting, and let the pleasure build, feeling her release. She tried to collapse but he held her firmly in place, reveling in the friction of her against his shaft and balls. They drew up tight and he felt the heat filling them. Even as he began to spurt, she contracted around him one last time, crying out, gripping him like a hot, wet fist. He growled out his pleasure, holding deep inside her, then moving again slowly, drawing out the sensations. Adrianna's arms had given out, and she lay with her face on the pillow, gasping for breath, her body covered in sweat. He collapsed over her, still deep inside her. He pulled out his thumb, making her flinch and contract in a piercing aftershock, and he shuddered in response. It took longer for them to recover. Adrianna had lost all sense of time. She lay on her stomach, only semi-conscious, beyond sated. The intruder lay on his side, his head braced on a hand, looking down at her. He traced lazy circles on her back with his hand. At last, he sighed. He rolled over and sat up, careful not to disturb her. He found the cloth and bottle of liquid he'd made himself, putting only a small bit of it on the cloth. He held it over her mouth and nose. She gave one murmur of protest, and drifted off to sleep. When Adriana awoke, the sun was shining through the sheers covering the French doors. She blinked against the bright light, and then closed her eyes. Her body hurt, especially her privates. She'd been no virgin, but it had been a while for her, and he'd stretched her in places she'd never been stretched before. She remembered her responses during the long night. The shame hovered. But her hand reached out and found the rose, resting on the other pillow. She brought it to her nose and inhaled, and a reluctant smile lifted her lips. Would he ever come back? Even as she lifted the phone to call the gendarmes, secretly, she hoped that he would.