My hands roam the sheets, trying to feel for his warm body. A deep groan leaves my body as I stretch in a contorted way like a pretzel and force my eyes open. An emotion erupts in my chest like a spurt of rainfall as I find the place next to me empty. Fuck, I was so exhausted I didn't hear Asiel leave.

Thank god, honestly.

First of all, my tits are pouring out from the towel, and my pierced nipples peak in the windy air. I am not in the mood to deal with his sympathy. It always follows the story as if it was haunted by a ghost. One night of reminiscing is enough for a lifetime, and I hope if Asiel knows me well enough, he won't ever bring it up again.

Once I throw my hair into a ponytail, I stand up from the bed. The towel slips from my frame and pools at my feet. As my hand reaches for my bedroom doorknob, an explosion of crashing plates fills my ears. With a frown marring my eyebrows, I grab the pistol hidden behind my dresser and tip-toe to the kitchen.

The muscle in my chest reacts calmly, pumping the blood through my body. Aligning the barrel with the stranger's shaggy, messy raven curls a second away from firing a bullet when he rotates around, his eyes widening.

Another collection of plates tumbles from his grip as he raises them in defense and yells, "Don't shoot me! Don't shoot me! I am just trying to make us some breakfast."

A survey of giggles erupts from my chest. "Holy shit, Asiel. Next time, maybe warn a girl before you start smashing her plates."

A boyish grin stretches across his face. "Sorry, Princesa, I didn't mean to wake you up. I opened the cabinets, and everything came tumbling down."

"Why didn't you get dishes from the dishwasher?"

His cheeks flush with a red tint, his ears matching. "I-I didn't think of that."

Asiel maneuvers through the kitchen as if he owns the place, flipping the burning pancake on his pan. My adorable kitty-adorned apron is wrapped around his hips, loosely tied to the curve of his thick ass, and my mouth drying as I admire the spring sun casting a glow on his back. My pussy clenches in desire as I soak in the outline of his flexed biceps, plating a dish with scrambled eggs.

Holy fuck.

He gets even dreamer every day.

He smirks when his green irises meet mine, soaking in the way my eyes are eating him up like a starving predator. "Were you planning to manipulate the intruder with your naked body?"

Tearing my gaze from his frame, I glance down to see my body on full display, in my best outfit-- my birthday suit. "You would like to play that game, wouldn't you? For me to be the poor fragile girl as my intruder takes me violently up against the table?"

His eyebrow arches with an amused grin. "You don't waste any time, do you?"

I shrug, swaying my hips as I stand behind him, skimming my fingers over the slope of his spine. "Time is very special, Muñeco. There's no point in wasting my true intentions. What I really want to do is handcuff you to the bedstand and have you begging for me to suck your cock. Trembling under my touch like the good boy you are."

Asiel shivers, releasing a soft moan as my hands slip into his grey joggers, juggling his balls between my fingertips. "Do you like the way my hands feel, Muñeco? Or do you prefer my mouth? Just think about how good my pussy feels clamped around your thick cock."

His cocks harden like steel as his veins pop from gripping the countertop. "Please, Mika, don't tease me like this. I've been a good boy just for you. I can't take it. You're my kryptonite. Please."

Danger. Playfulness. Euphoria. A mixture of them all swells in my chest, trickling through my bloodstream and straight to my pussy. "Okay, Muñeco. What do you want me to do? I'll do anything you want since you have been such a good boy."

My breath turns shallow when his gaze falls to my lips and darkens. "What do you think I deserve?" He wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me, setting me to his eye-level on the island.

The counter is cold against my thighs as he steps between them, forcing them apart. Arousal surges in my lower belly as I lay still on the island, anticipating his next move. He presses his lips to my throat, kissing a slow line down to it. Each kiss sends sizzles of electricity between my legs, and I tilt my head to give him more access, a moan escaping my lips.

I grasp the edge of the counters on both sides of me, trying to lower myself from cloud nine, while he works my neck, boobs, stomach with slow kisses. His large hands skim down my sides, to low on my hips, creeping closer to my inner thighs. My breathing is erratic as his mouth slowly meets where his hands are.

Gnawing at my lip, I plop onto my elbows, catching a glimpse of Asiel fisting his thick, veiny cock in his hands. It's so fucking hot to watch him restrain from shoving his cock between my moist lips, the struggle mar in his eyebrows. What's the hold-up if he isn't worried about God's judgment? A gasp tremors through my body as he rubs the tip of his cock on my clit, giving her just the right amount of friction.

He gently slaps his cock over my clit, toying with my patience as I grew eager to experience that euphoric feeling. My head falls back as he grips the back of my thighs, dragging me towards the edge of the countertop. He lowers his face between my thighs as a twinge of disappointment settles in my stomach.

Fuck, I really wanted his cock.

I shudder under the first hot, wet touch of his tongue. A deep rush of electricity floods me, a stronger wave rolling through me at every soft, slow lap he takes from the entrance to my clit. The graze of his piercing cold lip-ring compacts with the warmth of his tongue, igniting the ball of pleasure in my lower belly. Before I have a chance to complain, he's swirling his tongue in magical, ecstatic ways. His arms tighten around my thighs, making it so I couldn't move a muscle as he devours my pussy.

"Oh, Jesus," I moan, all the air leaving my lungs as I dig my hands into his thick hair.

"Jesus isn't the guy who has you unraveling like this," he rasps, shoving his long pointer finger in and out between my slits.

A throaty, breath-taking noise comes out of my lungs, something I never thought I could produce. Pleasure ignites as he adds another finger, the feeling of fullness so fucking satisfying. Every plunge gets harder and harder as he swirls circles on my clit with his tongue. His deep groans vibrate against my pussy, causing a tremor to erupt throughout my body.

"Fuck, Asiel," I moan, quivering, my pussy liquid coating his face and fingers. "I'm so close. Please don't stop. Please."

Three fingers deep, he's fisting my pussy with such a precise bend, hitting my g-stop with every fucking thrust. The flame within is growing hotter, a few glides away from exploding. My hands slam against the countertop as the pleasure in my gut builds into an earth-shattering, painfully, euphoric orgasm.

Asiel's chuckles shudder against my clit as he removes his lips, stating with his hoarse voice, "Was that okay, Princesa? Did I do a good job? All I wanted to do was be a good boy and make my Princesa cum."

An aftershock rakes through my body, my thighs trembling as I ride it out. The beautiful, breath-taking sensation evaporates, allowing a train of air to get to my lungs. Holy fucking shit. Asiel keeps getting better in every fucking aspect. He has to be a fragment of my imagination. His tongue laps my clit one last time, licking up all my juices.

"You did a fucking amazing job," I exclaim, my chest heaving. "You were such a good boy for me. Even better than I expected."

He wraps his arms around my hips, yanking me even closer to the edge as he presses a kiss on the crown of my head. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of making you come." He swipes the fallen baby hairs from my eyes to behind my ears. "Eat up, baby. I must've exhausted you. After eating breakfast, go get ready."

Confusion washes over me. "Get ready for what?"

His emerald irises twinkle with admiration. "A date. We're finally going on our first date today."

A date? My thoughts short-circuit for a split second, trying to comprehend what Asiel is proposing. A date? Like those romantic, clingy shit in those annoying ass movies? He wants to take me out on one of those? Diablo is the only other guy that's taken me out on a date, yet his version of one is entirely different from what I assume Asiel has planned.

Asiel is a hopeless romantic.

It wouldn't be a lackluster date.

He would make sure it exceeds my expectations.

"What are we going to do?"

Asiel acts cluelessly, stealing a strip of bacon from the plate beside us. "It's a secret, but dress comfortable enough for the beach."

My eyes narrow, debating over letting him steer the wheel. "Okay... I'm looking forward to it."

He performs a victory dance as he slips into the bathroom and turns the shower on. Slumping off the counter, I pick up my fork and toss around the heart-shaped pancake on my plate. Asiel squirted a heart glob of whipped cream form of a circle on my dish with bacon aligned to spell our first initials.

A hint of a smile shines through as I take a bite of his chocolate-chip pancake.

Such a fucking romantic.

Using my finger to dab another fresh coat of quartz pink lip gloss on my lips, I twirl in my full-length mirror as if I am an adolescent school girl going on her first date. Oddly enough, it's accurate to the reality of this situation. Short floral puffy sleeves hang on my shoulders with a bateau neckline, annoying tight on my pierced breasts. The white and blue dress reaches to my ankles with two large slits from my hips to my legs, garnished with a criss-cross pattern.

A gentle knock captures my attention. "Princesa, are you ready yet?"

Spraying a squirt of my perfume, I unlock the door and reply, "It's not gentlemen-like to rush a woman. Looking this sexy takes a while."

Bright red tints wash over Asiel's cheeks as he respectfully tries to keep his gaze from roaming around my body. While he tries to keep from breaking his neck, my eyes float down to the overalls, swallowing up his athletic, lean frame. He gnaws at his bottom lip, shifting his lip ring as he pops the collar of his blue and white stripe shirt. My chest rises at how adorable, goofy, and cute he is in his circular glasses.

I blink, composing myself. "You look... different."

"You too," he replies in a breathy tone.

A beat of silence follows before we both say in unison, "I love it."

We both burst into laughter, covering our mouths as two feet separate us. My body tingles with awkwardness as the silence engulfs us into its comfy pillow. This is so foreign to me. I'm not exactly sure how to act. None of my clients took me out on dates unless it was paid for, or for their ulterior motives.

Asiel doesn't care about any of that.

He just wants to spend time with me.

I think?

I clear my throat. "So, are you going to tell me what I'm getting myself into?"

A boyish, glistening full-teeth smile cracks on his face. "Fine... We're just going to the beach for the day. I'll have you back for your shift at Diablo's."

"Should I bring a sunhat?"

Asiel shrugs. "If you want. I think you look perfect as is, but I wouldn't want your face to get a sunburn." He leans against the doorway, looking disrespectfully sexy as he drags a thumb across his chin. "Actually, I take that back. I want to see how cute you are with a lobster nose."

"Lobster nose?" A snort croaks from my throat.

"Yeah, it happens to people with fair skin and burns easily in the sun," Asiel explains, extending his hand to mine. "Should we get going?"

I bob my head, connecting our hands.

Even though the beach is the mystery location of our date, nothing in his car exposes his intentions. Asiel wins the medal for being the most gentle man on the earth by making sure my dress doesn't get caught between the car doors. The tires burn against the asphalt as Asiel zooms down the highway, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on my thigh.

We playfully argue against who has better taste in music as we share the aux-cord, giggling at each other's case of our favorite artists. Asiel's passionate case of why BTS has the best lyrics in the music industry wins me over in a heartbeat. As run booms through the speakers, I hold on to the hood and spring onto my legs, waving a hand to all the cars flying past us.

"Mika!" Asiel exclaims, a glimmer of concern in his eyes. "Be careful. You can lose a limb by doing that."

I roll my eyes. "Life isn't fun without risking it."

Another five minutes roll by, and Asiel parks the car, rushing over to open my door before I could. He locks his convertible and walks behind me, draping his hands in front of my eyelids. Specks of white sparkles emerge in the darkness as I wait for Asiel to guide me anywhere. I would move, but I might stumble over a rock.

"I'm going to drop my hands, but keep your eyes closed. Please." Asiel pleads, sealing our hands together as if they were molded to fill each other. "I'll lead the way. Trust me. I'll take you every step of the way."

"Fine," I reluctantly reply.

Trust.

It's too important of a relationship to discard like a rotten piece of fish, but impossible to come by. Since the age of seven, the universe has presented me with life-or-death circumstances. It made creating an authentic bond with someone almost impossible. Entrusting my secrets to another individual exposes me, putting me at a disadvantage if the wrong person finds out.

It's happened before because I was stupid enough to think I could take over the world at age fourteen, and I paid a hefty price for it. Riley paid the ultimate price. I just have to live with the consequences. Diablo, too. But I doubt he actually feels a shred of guilt. He's probably the one that sold us out, to begin with.

My feet move in a beat with Asiel's, taking turns whenever he angles my body in that direction, and finally, I'm standing still for over a minute. My toes wiggle in the sand as it fills my sandals, roasting them. Impatience crawls up my spine as I release a loud sigh, alerting Asiel of my presence.

"I just want everything to be perfect, Princesa," Asiel states, blending in with the sounds of the waves crashing on the beach. "Alright, I'm ready."

The muscle in my chest pounds violently, while a million knots form in my stomach as my eyes open. Beads of sweat roll down Asiel's forehead as he glances backward, fixing the crooked photo of our first couple picture. The long white blanket lays over the sand with a wooden plank table adorn with a champagne-color tablecloth. Plates, utensils, glasses, and a collection of foods are in the form of a line like an endless food train.

Pillows are littered in the area along with twinkling bright lights, a speaker, two expensive wine bottles, and a cake adorn with roses shaped into hearts. Asiel drags a hand over his forehead, wiping a dab of sweat as he releases an anxious sigh.

"It's too much, isn't it?" Concern mars his eyebrows as he nibbles on his lips. "Was it the cake? Shit. It's the photo of us, isn't it? Shit. Shit. Shit. I'm so-."

My hand clasps his mouth. "Do you ever stop doubting yourself?"

He shakes his head.

"For your information, you have achieved the ultimate task."

His eyebrows arch into a look of confusion. "Which is?"

"Making me speechless."

The biggest, radiating grin frames his face as he yanks me down into the blanket and showers me with food. Sushi rolls, pasta, pizza, a cheese plate, and a side plate of twenty different sauces. The sun casts a natural, glowing shadow on his frame as if he is truly an angel sent from heaven above.

With a mouth full of Tokyo roll, I mumble, "Please tell me this is all brought, and that you didn't spend all this time making this for me."

His ear turns tomato red as if it got sunburnt already. "Is it bad if I did? You're my girlfriend, and you deserve nothing but the best. I'll do anything in the world to make that happen."

My stomach tingles.

Is this how butterflies feel?

Grabbing a chocolate-covered strawberry, I take a generous bite, moaning as I roll my eyes back in enjoyment. "Almost as good as your come." I lick the reminder of chocolate off my fingertips in an annoyingly, teasing, flirtatious way as Asiel coughs, spitting out his wine.

Surprisingly, he misses the blanket and empties the liquid on the golden sand. "Gosh, I should punish you for every sexual sentence that leaves your lips."

My eyebrows raise in amusement as I switch onto my stomach, giving him access to my ass. "Maybe you should. I think that's the only way I learn. Will you punish me for being a bad girl? That's what a good boy would do."

Biting his lip with a dark desire shimmering in his irises, Asiel grabs my ass cheek, fitting it in his large palm as he gives it a light squeeze. Arousal builds between my thighs from his touch, spiking further as he propels his hand back, giving my ass the lightest slap.

"Harder," I demand, enclosing my lips on another strawberry.

His gaze dithers on my plump lips, enjoying this delicious strawberry. "M-Mika."

I shrug absentmindedly. "If you disobey me now. You will regret it when we are in bed later. I love having men quivering, begging on their knees for me."

My statement echoes in his mind as he tries to read my stern, promising face before his hand slaps my ass, the crack filling the air. Shit. That feels fucking good coming from my obedient little boyfriend. A part of me is tempted to ask for another slap, but that's too much for Asiel.

One slap at a time.

"Good boy." I lean further, offering my half-eaten strawberry to him, hovering over his lips for him to take it.

His eyes narrow as he opens his mouth, and I shove the strawberry in it, laughing. A glimmer of playfulness lingers in his gaze as he stands from the blanket and envelops his arms underneath my shoulders and knees, carrying me. My legs kick in protest as my eyes float to the sea, getting closer and closer with his every step.

"Asiel!" I shriek, giggling like a manic. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again!"

He gives me the 'liar' look. "As if you could refrain from saying anything sexual for longer than two minutes. This will show you what happens to smartasses." He tries to portray his voice in an authoritarian way, but it only cracks me up.

"Why are you laughing?" His left dimple is showing as he joins in with my laughing fest. "Mika! Stop laughing at me!"

I pout my lips. "But why, Muñeco? You are so cute when you try to act tough."

Asiel swings my body in his arms, moving to and away from the water as the anticipation creeps up my spine. The waves rush forward, squirting us with a burst of seawater, and I shriek. The droplets are enough to have my body shivering from the coldness.

"It's about time you get your medicine," Asiel taunts, pretending to let go of my body before catching me again and again.

My eyes are round, pleading. "Asiel, please! I won't tease you for the rest of the night."

His lips tilt into a smirk. "Good one."

An earth-shattering scream leaves my throat as he lets go, but my arms cling to his neck, dragging him with me. His eyes widen in horror as he loses his footing, stumbling into the water with me. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as the bone-chilling waves clash with my body, spinning me in circles. My arms flap around like a helpless chicken trying to fight against the current. I'm an expert swimmer, but the awkward position I fell in ruins my chances of swimming.

A pair of arms clutch my waist as they drag me upward to the light, and I finally can breathe again. Coughs croak from my throat as the water inhaled by my lungs flies out like Asiel's vomit whenever he sees a dead body. His hand cradles my chin, rubbing his thumb in a soothing motion, warming my body in an instant.

"I'm sorry, Mika." Asiel apologizes with a frown on his face. "I didn't mean for it to be that harsh."

Jabbing my hand upward, I thrust a collection of water into his open mouth. "Got ya!"

Using his chest as a boost, I swim to the shore, craning my neck back to see Asiel following close behind. Jesus Christ. His sinfully crafted biceps are helping him reach me at record-breaking speed. My legs kick harder, my arms aching as I push through to beat him. Finally, my feet touch the sand, and I run out of water, getting two steps away before arms are around my waist, spinning me around.

"You can't get away from me that easily, Mika Santana," Asiel's deep, hoarse voice mutters in my ears and places a kiss on my cheek.

Something flip-flopped when he did.

His arms slowly unravel my body as he grabs a lone branch on the beach, breaking it in half. With the stick, he sketches a question mark without the period under it. His eyes float to the ground as his ears are burning, either from embarrassment or the sun. Who knows? Confusion churns in my mind as I tilt my head, trying to decipher what he's trying to make.

A light bulb dings in my brain.

With an irregular heartbeat, I grab the branch and draw the same shape Asiel did, meeting him to form a heart. The sun illuminates us as its setting, giving us a golden, shining hue as we hold contact for what feels like hours. My body shudders, responding to his touch like a hopeless girl as he moves a strand of hair from my face to my ears, dragging his thumb down the length of my jaw.

Asiel pushes my bottom lip down as he slides his thumb over it, and those anxious knots coil in my gut. He wouldn't. He promised he wouldn't kiss me unless I gave him permission. Maybe I'm underestimating him. If he wants to kiss me, who am I to take that away from him? He's not the first or last guy to take what he's wanted.

He takes one step forward and presses his soft, pillowy lips on the crown of my head.

"You're the best thing to ever happen to me, Mika," Asiel admits, his breathing ragged. "I'm thankful for your existence. I wouldn't be able to be here without you."

For a split second, a sensation lingers in my eyes.

But then I remember this is all a game, a ploy to get everything I want.

Right?

Woahhhhhhh.... A little spicy scene and romantic scene for you guys 😉😉... guys get ready for the next one like I swear you guys are not ready for what's coming next *evil author laugh* hehehehe

The scene on the beach might have to be my favorite so far... do you guys have one yet? Do you think Mika is still going to use him?

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