Chapter 51

The moonlight seeped in through the window of the JW Marriot Chairman suite, lighting the lovers who were about to consummate their love. Their eyes could not decide where to look, there was so much to behold, but, albeit the nudity, there lingered a certain degree of shyness. Thousands of emotions made, little by little, to both, man and woman, join in tender kisses that became wild indulgence of passion. Unique sensations that pushed them to the brink of sanity, threatening with addiction of tasting the body of a significant other.

Samanta bit her lips when she noticed Dominik's tattoos. Tribals covered his arms and some greek lettering crossed his lower abdomen. He was a stunning man. Every muscle was defined, he had such a white skin he seemed made of white chocolate.

“You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen” whispered Dominik, pulling Sam out of her dreamland.

He came closer to her and leaned in, spreading kisses along her neck.

“Thank you” she muttered, unable to stop a few tears from running down her cheeks.

“Why?” he wondered, backing off slightly to see her face better. “Hey!” He brushed Sam's cheek with his hand, drying her tears. “Why are you crying?”

“Because before you, I never felt this passion in my soul” her voice trembled.

“Hey!” He held her tight. “No crying. I don’t want you to cry. I just want to make you smile.”

Feeling the warmth of that naked body against her own made her heart race and her most intimate part to palpitate in anticipation.

“Ay, Dominik. Why didn't you come four years earlier? You would have spared me so much pain.”

“Because destiny had this moment prepared for us. You and I, here, experiencing love for the first time. Can I confess something to you?”

Dominik looked her straight in the eyes. She nodded.

»I had never…” he hesitated, “been in love before. I don’t know what that feels like. Is this how it feels?”

He had sincerity in his blue eyes, and she could tell. She believed him.

“If I'm honest, I don't know what I'm feeling, but I think it's the closest I've felt to love.”

“I want to keep this moment in my memory, when you were not mine yet.”

He turned her around slowly, putting her back against his chest. He leaned in and buried his face in Samanta's neck. He outlined each of her curves with his hands. Waistline, wombs, breasts… Little by little, he went down closer towards her most vulnerable area. He stopped in anticipation.

»Are you sure of this?”

“Yes, Dominik. I am completely sure. I want to be yours.”

Samanta trembled in the arms of the man who held her so delicately. Dominik stroked her round and perky breasts with his hands. He felt his breath become heavier when he felt Sam's nipples erect and willing. He turned her around slowly leaving her face in front of his own and they both savored each other breath. Sam got lost once again, in those blue eyes and Dom devoured those lips that made him lose his mind.

She was on her tippy toes and he had to bend over slightly so she could reach him. He put his left arm around her and put his right in her abundant brown mane of hair, entangling his fingers in it, getting drunk on the aroma of a woman. Samanta moaned feeling that gentle bite on her lips.

The sweetness of a new romance took over them once more, along with the passion and excitement of discovering one another. They had become one. They could not tell where one began and the other one ends. There were caresses and kisses.

Desire grew bigger every second. In a high jump, Samanta put her arms around Dominik's neck, wrapping her legs around his manly waist. Dom held her and squeezed her against his body, running his hands along her back, her waist and her shoulders. His mouth slid along her neck, collarbone and chest. Samanta leaned back as he sank his face in her luscious hills, tracing lines with his saliva on her skin, marking a trail towards her nipples. She moaned as she realized a cataclysm of immense sensations.

Dominik laid her on the bed and approached her slowly as he memorized every inch of the beautiful anatomy in front of him. She stared at him and bit her lip with anticipation. This man's body was fascinating in every aspect.

He came close to her and leaned in to take over her lips again, at the same time as he ran his hand around her womb, tempted to go all the way down… Samanta started to lose patience and urged him to do so. She held his hand and lead it to that spot that made her go crazy with just a touch. She moaned and gasped for air when she felt his mischievous fingers exploring. Dom's clever tongue ran around her nipple. The whispering and moaning mixed together, composing an arousing melody.

Samanta sintió que su corazón se saldría del pecho. Thinking about being with a man like Dominik, feeling so much tenderness and passion simultaneously turned her on. She pulled Dom towards her, begging him with her eyes, to make her feel like a woman.

Dominik took his hardened member between his hands and stroked it, looking for some relief. The sensation ran through every nerve and for a moment, he thought he would explode from all the sensitivity and desire. Sam looked at him and could not hold back a moan while she wet her lips with her tongue.

Both their eyes connected and silence was the lover's language. He leaned in on her and guided his erection with one hand towards the opening of his delicate lady, while with the other hand, he explored the warm, palpitating area.

With absolute care, he slid his sex inside of hers.

Samanta clenched her jaw and let out a loud moan, realizing the enormity of Dominik entering her, slowly. In a couple seconds, she was his woman. She surrendered to him and he was hers, entirely.

A gentle thrust followed by another while Sam became accustomed to his size.

They both surrendered to the sway of their hips.

The thrusts were slow and concise.

Samanta's heart went out of her chest and Dominik was ecstatic. Feeling the softness of the female skin drove him crazy. He did not know whether it had been such a long time away from women or it was because Sam was the one his mother once talked to him about. She said: When that special person comes, your body, your soul and your mind will know.

Her moans mixed with his.

They were united.

They were one.

Two hungry and thirsty bodies.

The cadence increased gradually and Dominik looked straight into her eyes, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. She was so delicate and fragile, he was forced to slow down his thrusts in fear to hurt her, but Samanta was so turned on she did not care feeling some pain.

Moans, sighs and kisses. In that order. They both indulged in the flavor of the most delicious nectar. It felt like the food of the gods. Never had he enjoyed sex so much. Samanta had only been with one man, but this felt like her first, the magnitude of the feelings Dom caused in her could not be compared to anything she had ever felt before.

IT was the most beautiful time. They loved one another freely, stripped. Their bodies spoke and said what words could not express. It was a heavenly dance where they could touch the clouds and feel the fire of hell at the same time.

Dominik moved with zest and stamina.

Samanta was moaning in pleasure. It was overwhelming her. She had orgasmed three times already.

He could not hold himself back and spilled himself inside of her, filling her with his essence.

The act went on for a couple more hours. They were both hungry with desire and forgot about the world outside. They focused on their bodies and loved one another in every imaginable form between laughs, moans and grunts.

*****

It was dawn and the sun surprised them in the window, Samanta had her head on Dominik's bare chest, who had a bright smile on his face. He woke up a few minutes earlier and he was stroking his beloved's soft back. He kissed her forehead and got out of bed trying not to wake her.

She twisted in between the sheets, but still sleeping.

Dominik got dressed and washed his face, he took the keys and left the room. He very well could have ordered room service, but he did not like hotel coffee, he was heading for two vanilla caramel frappuccinos from the Starbucks right around the corner, to commemorate the day they officially met.

On his way back, he had to stop at a kiosk, to buy a newsletter. He needed to know the scores from the day before. His eyes set on a magazine with a headline that read: The dark past of Samanta Andrade, Dominik Weigand's new love interest.

He could not help but read this magazine with notable confusion.

What was this “dark past” all about?

He took the magazine, the newsletter and some gummies, he paid and returned to the hotel.

Samanta was still sleeping when he came into the room, so he called room service and ordered breakfast. While he waited, he took the time to read the current issue of the Los Angeles Times. He was not satisfied by the results from the day before.

He saw the magazine on the table and started reading.

He skimmed it page by page until he reached the center spread.

He was surprised to see this was four whole pages all about Samanta and “her dark past”.

“Samanta Andrade, is the name of the lucky lady who has won the heart of star soccer player, Dominik Weigand, also known as “The Bullet”. Born from Mexican parents, she resides in the city of Los Angeles for the past 5 years, along with her older sister. Employed at the Starbucks located at the LAX airport of Los Angeles. A role-model to society, with a decent job, aspiring UCLA student. But, what happens when the past comes back to risk your present and your future?

Sources close to the couple…

He stopped reading.

“What is this shit?” he muttered and carried on reading.

“…have revealed that Samanta Andrade, has not always been the exemplary, innocent young lady she seems to be. Medical records reveal the girl spent 6 months confined to the rehab facilities of Narconon, where she underwent detoxifying treatment caused by a strong addiction to heroin and other narcotics that she suffered during her teenage years and …”

Dominik could not keep reading. He felt so powerless when he noticed they were taking advantage of the last statements he gave the press, where he remarked his position towards drugs and drug abuse. He was absolutely against it and would not accept, actually, in his own words, he would not tolerate people who did drugs as an escape from their problems, when facing them is the easiest way to go about them. He thought people who did drugs had low self-esteem, uncultured and had serious psychological issues. He knew there was an agenda behind this article: Making him look as though he was contradicting his ideals.

He took a deep breath and exhaled quickly, feeling a pressure in his chest so he had to sit down when he started feeling dizzy. They were not getting away with this. He would sue them and sink them in paper work and lawsuit after lawsuit.

“Good morning, honey” Samanta put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “What's wrong, love?” She asked, regarding Dominik's concern.

“These low-lives” Dominik threw the magazine on the table and pointed at it—.I'll make them take it all back. They crossed the line this time.

Samanta looked at the magazine.

“Dark past? What the hell is this?” Sam let out in disbelief.

“Nothing. More of the crap the media make to damage someone's public image.”

Samanta took the magazine and opened it.

“Oh my God! Bu…bu… but” Sam was horrified.

Dominik shrugged.

“Disgusting! It is just disgusting…” Dominik referred to the magazine.

“Love, please, let me explain…”

“What? Explain what?” He was very confused.

“It was an accident and I had no idea what I was doing…”

“Oh, My!” Dominik put his hands on his head. “Is this true?”

“Yes, not the way they said it, I…”

“Stop talking. Please, I don’t want to hear it.”

Dominik felt his heart stopping. He felt very disappointed.

“Please, let me explain” she came up to him, but he backed down, walking away.

“I cannot. I…” he could not even finish his sentence, but he did have something to say.

«I cannot stand drug addicts».

Dominik left the room feeling betrayed.