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Chapter: "Angel And Demon"

The musk of your body and mine is one scent. He kisses me, I equalize it with the same intensity, in the abyssal of his depth I do not touch the bottom, I float, I fly, but I know that I will fall at any moment. I find nothing more satisfying than the magic of his touch burning in every part of me. It is the fire that the ice needs to cover my labyrinths, it is the flame that I do not wish to go out. I don't want it to dim the heat. The flare that he lights wobbles me, the pleasure that the act produces arches me, I moan without stopping. And his name flows from my lips, the name of my antithesis, of the night and the shadow determined to overshadow, destroy and blind.

But ... That does not matter now, what I experience is unmatched and if the price is to be left in ruins, I take a risk anyway.

Gasps start from my mouth as he buries himself in me, the exit and the entrance are associated in a constant dance, the dance is special. There is no savagery on the part of him. A whirlpool hits me, Aleksander is that natural disaster that wipes out what little sanity I have left. His lips move over mine, the kiss is not rough, but it is still ravishing and fiery.

My room is claimed by a guest, hoping that his stay does not come to an end.

The truth is, I don't want it to end, and the lodge ends up making a mine explode in me, the powerful climax that has made us lose our minds and took our strength away. He throws himself next to me, exhausted, suddenly he draws me to him. The movement takes me by surprise, I am so close, on his chest, a slight pressure on my forehead that I am still reluctant to believe the subtle sweetness of a kiss, it increases disbelief.

- * Ty angel, ya demon, no, naprotiv, tonkaya liniya svyazyvayet nas neyestestvennoy verevkoy. Chto so mnoy proiskhodit s toboy, Luna, "he murmurs, brushing strands of my hair, I don't understand, that he expresses himself like that without his understanding frustrates me -. * Yest 'vnutrenniy golos, kotoryy prikazyvayet mne pererezat' verevku, drugoy navyazyvayet sebya i trebuyet, chtoby ya prodolzhil, chto ty skazhesh ', ty? Ne dumayu, chto ty ponyala ni yedinogo slova iz togo, chto ya skazal, tebe luchshe nikogda ne znat 'etogo, Luna Miller.

"Good evening, Aleksander," I say, still thinking about his string of words.

- * Uvidimsya zavtra, Ангел — he returns, I assume he has returned the greeting.

...

At dawn he is not by my side. The wrinkles of the sheet in his space guarantee the absence. I sit on the bed, awakening all my senses, I am naked, on the floor lies the sundress that reminds me of what happened last night. Already the blush is crowding my face, my cheeks burn evoking the meeting that is far from being like this before. Sigh, what is wrong with me? Why do I treasure the moment in my head?

Aleksander, the protagonist of an act of love, that's how I felt it last night, appears talking on the phone, our eyes meet. I clutch the silk to my chest, as I follow him around the room. He stops in front of the huge window, draws the curtains back to reveal an incredible view of Capri. And he turns to me, seeking my eyes that flee from his attention, but instead I am left holding his power.

—Grizela, I will not be able to travel to New York, you must modify my itinerary, postpone some appointments, what I can I will agree on virtually, and what merits my presence will be done later. In agreement? —He speaks seriously, without taking those fierce eyes off me, today I don't see the desire to annihilate or assassinate me. That's weird -. Perfect, since everything has been clear to you, I do not want mistakes, see you later.

"H-hi ...

He has hung up, I remain unchanged.

"W-good morning, Ангел," he says, I wish I could know what the hell * Ангел means

"I'm sorry to wake up at this time ..." I stammer, it's very late, the clock on the bureau already reads nine in the morning.

"Are you going to apologize all the time for anything nonsensical?"

I thought he liked that, I see that no matter how strange, I was wrong.

"Maybe I should go, I should take a shower," I whisper getting up, I look for my dress and put it on, I don't want to walk naked.

"You can use this bathroom," he informs, I want to refuse, and I accept.

Once under the waterfall, I let the crystalline liquid invade all my pores. I take advantage of washing my hair, I don't think he cares if I use his shampoo. Everything is going well, until a sturdy body invades the privacy that did not last long. He is behind me, a naked Aleksander caressing my shoulders in an affectionate way, he does not look like the man I know, he is not the same, the way he acts disloys me.

The walk of his hands that corner my skin are crossing my back full of so many marks, a sudden lump is tied in my throat. The author of the scars is the same protagonist who is leaving caresses in thread, the tickling approaches my back, crosses my entire body invaded by the sting of the past.

- * Iskusstvo, kotoroye yest 'v tebe, ya narisoval, no ono bol'she ne nravitsya, chto, chert voz'mi, You are mnoy delayesh ', Luna? —She whispers, sweeps my hair to one side and takes hold of my neck, bewilderment dominates me, whatever I am trying is confusing me, is that confusion an irrevocable awakening, there are feelings in between, mine that enter the stage of acceptance: I am attracted to Aleksander Konstantinov. I like him in that way that he shouldn't, he's an atomic bomb, a blast. He can't attract me to a toxic and ruthless guy.

"How could I know what you are saying?" I turn slowly to face the owner of a gaze that has turned lustful. Alek, I don't know what you said.

- * ne khochu, chtoby ty znal, angel. Mne ochen 'zhal' ostavlyat 'pyatna na tvoyey kozhe, ser'yezhe - continues taking my chin, I examine it without understanding it again, maybe I don't want it to know -. Do you want to go out tonight? I would like to take advantage of these days, what do you think?

I am surprised that I can choose, the idea of ​​leaving the town to visit the area excites me so much that I slip a smile, I do not hide how happy I am to know the island.

-I'd love to.

"Turn around, I'll finish washing your hair," he orders, I think he's trying to hide the subtlety from long ago with a bit of his usual hostility. You're going to pay me in bed for this outing, okay?

I nod, but he seems to demand an advance by taking me vehemently and devouring my mouth. He corners me, he feels good the nudity of him against me. It is power, it is burning, it is a raging tide that I feel right now. My breasts are crushed by the hardness of his burly torso, he runs his mouth over me as much as he can. I moan, he with a quick movement lifts one of my legs, holds it, without leaving my lips he gets inside me. The whole extension of him invades me again and I die of pleasure, with a single slip I have felt my world fall, afraid of seeing myself on the ground I cling to Aleksander.

He goes in and out stronger and stronger, there is nothing left of last night's touch, however this time the attack is perfect for me, my walls tighten it, they receive it with pleasure, I desire more and more. He does not stop ramming me, he leaves my mouth and his eyes are two shining stones that overflow with lust. Admiring him agitated in the middle of the act is an exciting image; and it is so, looking into the eyes that we end up touching the sky. He has ended up inside me, without protection, without a barrier to prevent an unwanted pregnancy. The haze of satisfaction is gone and gives way to latent worry.

But I decide to silence the anguish, I leave the course of concern walled off because I don't know if I should bring up the matter.

...

The dress is beautiful, it reaches my knees, it is scarlet red, it has a diamond-shaped cut in the front, the neckline enhances and makes my breasts look voluptuous, with straps. Black high heels look good, they exalt my long legs. The good taste Konstantinov has when choosing these clothes is interesting.

I do a side updo, which exposes my ears without an accessory to adorn it. Aleksander appears behind me, I see him in a suit and tie through the full-length mirror. His lips form a soft smile, he sincerely admires me, I read it in his eyes. His gazing at me like this causes a revolution in my stomach, fluttering and tingling.

"Perfect ..." is the only word that comes out of his mouth, still positioned behind me, I smile, suddenly his hands move over me, in a jiffy a shiny pendant adorns my neck. I look at him and then I fix my eyes on the pendant in the shape of wings, I observe it in detail and I discover that the tiny figurine is inlaid. It is so precious that it casts a spell on me, arousing intrigue as to its form.

"It's just a gift, it looks good on you," he whispers, pretending to sound dry, but the interest has not left his orbs looking at the result.

"Thanks, you didn't have to." I turn around.

We meet face to face.

"It's nothing, Luna." His eyes go to my ears, then he reaches into one of his trouser pockets and pulls out a square velvet box. Here, these are earrings. And hurry up, we're leaving now, okay?

"Yes, thank you very much," I reply cheerfully.

...

Not only Capri falls in love with her natural beauties. The dazzling and enchanting island is very popular for its gastronomy. From ancient Roman recipes to fish-based diets, caprese cuisine owes its flavor to the magical atmosphere of the island, rather than to its recipes.

Within the variety of restaurants to eat out in Capri. Like other places, this restaurant offers from the simple and aromatic caprese salad, to the succulent cyanfotta of beans and vegetables.

—The restaurants in Capri offer a menu based on typical caprese cuisine, a cuisine that will delight even the most demanding palate.

E'Divino has been Aleksander's choice, with a bohemian atmosphere, it has a comfortable fireplace for winter, which makes this unusual restaurant the perfect place for any meal.