: Enter this chapter knowing you will read mature content, enter it with an open heart and mind as this could be considered soft porn 🙊😉

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The island was beautiful. Although she couldn't know how big it was, as they landed on a porch of a mansion house made from wood and glass. Alana could see how private it was.

Palm trees and other types of trees surrounded this mansion. There was only a lone path that led to the beach and because it was night, Alana could see the glistening water enhanced by the moonlight above.

The mansion was already lit and Alana guessed it was his doing. Lylas grabbed her hand and quickly transported them to the bedroom. As his golden mist cleared, Alana adjusted to the auburn orange themed room with wooden appliances.

The four poster bed made of wood had white sheets and white satin curtains. Alana felt at her loss as she stared meaningfully at that bed.

Her gaze then retracted back to his and she gasped at the fiery glint in his eyes. He took a step in her direction, his hand reaching out and replacing a tendril of hair back to her ear. This simple action of his elicited a quiver which ran through her.

Alana closed her eyes when his hand lingered on his face. She savoured the feel of his thumb slowly brushing her lower lip. Alana's lips were still burning with his kisses from earlier and so this thumb intensified this sensations.

"Do you really want this, Alana? After this night there's no backing out." He told her.

"It's not going to be once?" Alana asked as she looked up. Inside, she was trying to hide her elation from the fact that she wasn't going to experience this moment only once.

Lylas smiled sweetly at her as he shook his head to answer her inquiry. That smiling expression entranced her, she was frozen in his spell.

"I plan to have you to my self this whole weekend." He declared.

The surging butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly at his words. Her heart rate spiked. Was it possible to die of being sweet talked? Because with the rate he was currently going, Alana felt she was in heaven.

Encouraged by his words, she moved forward toward him and planted a hand on his cheek.

"Let's not waste anymore time then." Her eyes fluttered up at him.

The heat in his eyes intensified. Lylas grabbed her face and brought it up onto his awaiting lips. The kiss lingered before his tongue snaked inside her.

Desire instantly bound her. His hand which were now roaming all over her body invoked a deep canal ache down her abdomen. The ache spiked downwards to that area between her legs.

The kiss deepened as he hugged her closely, lifting her body up, weightlessly, only for her to land on the bedsheets.

He released the satin curtains which in turn dimmed the lighting around the bed. This hazy glow mirrored the hazy feeling settling inside her.

As he followed suit, Lylas slowly and leisurely removed all of her clothes and his. She was surprised he hadn't used magic to do so, but she guessed it was more sensual this way.

He probably was respecting her inexperience and so that was why he was taking his time.

The minute she felt his lips kissing a spot in her neck, Alana's thoughts turned haywire. There was no room for thinking logically anymore, only feeling.

The fog clouding her mind seemed to stretch on as her heart accelerated. His lips trailed downwards to her exposed breast and softly kissed her hard pointed nipples. Alana fisted the sheets as she mewled a groan. The pleasure of his mouth reached her core and she felt herself liquidating down there.

His fingers gently stroked down her stomach, tickling and leaving tingles on his wake. Alana was about to laugh out of reflex, when those same fingers reached the centre of her core.

She gasped, feeling an ache like no other as he gently stroked that sweet area. With his mouth sucking the other nipple as well his stroking fingers, Alana felt blinded by the desire clouding her mind. This here was a man she truly loved and with him doing all of this to her, it brought on a unexplainable feeling.

Deep down she knew he truly didn't love her at all, but this thin line was slowly becoming blurred under the white sheets of this dim lifted bedroom.

As his thumb pressed on her budding nectar, she felt her body building and building, reaching higher and higher, until a weakening sensation was released. Her moans were so loud it was shameful. However Lylas was equally panting beside her neck.

Just as she was coming down from a high, Lylas slowly began kissing her again. The kiss lingered briefly, before his tongue started moving down south to that place that was dripping with nectar.

"Lylas—" Alana wanted to protest, however it was too late.

His hands gently probed her thighs apart and his mouth followed the line of her thigh to that sweet part between her legs. Then he slowly drunk in her dripping nectar as his tongue nudged that hard bud.

Alana's body quivered and she felt her eyes rolling backward, her hands fisting hard on the sheets. She was thankful at that moment for having a waxing treatment done three days prior. The sensation of his tongue on her bare flesh was like no other. It was magical, he was magical. It was a surreal feeling. The whole experience felt surreal and yet his nudging tongue kept reminding her that this pleasurable ordeal was in fact real.

Just as she was about to explode again, Lylas removed his tongue and then settled himself between her thighs. She felt his hardness rubbing on that heated centre. Alana bit her lips, trying to suppress the scream of pleasure in her throat.

She felt bold enough pry her eyes open, however Lylas attention was concentrated on their almost connected bodies. He had his lower lip between his teeth, strands of hair covering a part of his face. Alana was transfixed by his seductive form. He looked so bloody attractive, she almost swore out loud.

Fuuuxk! She squealed as he swirled his member between her sweet folds. She felt so close to the edge, almost exploding again, but Lylas was teasing her. He withdrew his hard shaft from her completely.

Alana groaned in protest which in turn resulted in his soft smirk. The heated eyes were too hard to miss.

Smirking Lylas was too godlike and irresistible, Alana didn't know what to do with herself. She wanted him so much.

"Lylas, please." She begged him.

He grinned finally. It was a first time seeing his toothy grin and his beaming smile brightened his face even more.

"Alright," she heard him say. "Since you begged so nicely."

He entered her body with a force, the shock of the pain paralysing her, almost bringing tears into her eyes.

"Is it painful?" He asked as he leaned downwards to face her. His movement making him thrust even more inside her.

Alana nodded quickly, closing her eyes and biting her lips to bear the pain.

"I'm sorry." He kissed her lips

His apology melted her heart.

"You feel so good, Alana." His kissed the corner of her lips. "Bear with it a while, it will go away soon. I promise."

He kissed her jaw, her neck and that spot behind her ear. Then he took her ear lobe between his teeth and Alana gasped out of the sweet pleasure he elicited.

His words, along with his action warmed and calmed her. As her heart expanded, she felt herself relaxing and it was this relaxation of her body that drew him deep inside her.

He grunted deeply against her skin and then slowly thrusted in and out of her. As she accustomed to his hardness inside, Alana began to feel the sensation of it wrecking her body once again.

He was on his knees—between her—as he grabbed her waist, his hands moving under her. With her bottom half in the air, his thrust began to fasten.

As he circled inside her, Alana responded by squeezing him tight. The feeling was body crumbling and she felt the release before it came. Her explosion made him increase his pace: in and out, deeper and harder.

He put one of her leg on his shoulder, moving her to her side. In this position, he slid even deeper inside her. Lylas stroked her waist, slowly inching north towards her breast. Then his hand squeezed tight, his fingers pinching her nipple, making her feel another orgasm brimming.

Alana cried out his name, burying her face into the pillow and the grip of her hands tightening on the sheets. She barely took a glimpse at him, but it was his expression—that deeply concentrated expression—filled with desire that made her vision become blurry.

Multi-coloured stars blinded her vision as Alana shattered again and again. This time, his thrusts fastened even more upon his own impending release. In and out, deeper and harder until he emptied his seed inside her. As Alana felt his release, she exploded once again.

They were encased in a glow, when Alana felt herself retracting deep within her subconscious. She ventured toward that mirrored wall of glass where she saw image after image of them in this very intimate setting. These images bombarded her senses.

"Alana." Lylas calling out to her, brought her out of her senses.

As her body cooled, her mind slowly became lucid. He was using a cloth to clean the white release that had leaked out to her thighs.

"Is it still painful?" He asked as he moved behind her, pulling her into his embrace.

Alana shook her head. "No its perfect. You're perfect."

She was still coming down from a high and her body was very sensitive to his touch.

"Then you don't mind doing it again?" He asked.

Again?! She was flabbergasted. Her body was sated and slowly becoming lethargic, was he not satisfied?

"I still want you," Alana got her answer when he buried his face on her neck, his roaming hands squeezing her sizeable breast.

Soon she desired him again.

And so during those finally hours of night, the whole mansion was assaulted by Alana's deep groans and moans. She exploded time and time again under those white sheets. Lylas was insatiable and she wondered whether fifteen thousand years of deprivation aided to the monster that awakened in him that night.

Alana had no time to rest, with multiple orgasms that night, her body quickly tired. Every time she was about to close her eyes to sleep, he awakened her by kissing, hugging and nudging inside her again.

The pain of losing her virginity to him slowly became forgotten. The pain was replaced by the pleasure of being with him. However, since this was still her first time, her body ached.

At one point she begged for mercy. Begged him to sleep. She was lying on top of him, her hands splayed on his chest—too exhausted to move—when she made a deal with him.

"Let me sleep for five hours. Just five. Then I promise you, I'll let you have me for the rest of the day." She spoke sleepily.

His chest vibrated with his laugh and it was a pity she couldn't experience how his face was when he laughed deeply. Nevertheless, she basked in his musical laugh and the feeling of being hugged closely in his arms.

It felt good. Too good to be true. This whole experience felt like a dream. She constantly kept wondering when she would wake up to realise it hadn't been real. Because if it was truly a dream, then she didn't want to wake up. She wanted to keep on dreaming forever.

Because only in her dreams could Lylas be so loving and so carefree with her. In reality he didn't love her, and so she slept wanting to never wake from this bubble of theirs.