His:

Yolie:
Kneeling on the car's back seat, I know what Alex's interventions are and I won't refuse him. Enough is enough, I’m done running away.
He kisses me again, drowning me in a desperate kiss. He sticks his tongue down my throat and I brush mine against his. I hold onto his curls, pulling on them. I want to devour him, I want to drink his delicious, thick lips whole.
He tangles one of his hands in my hair and pulls them too. I groan, offering him my neck. He brushes my skin with his lips, pressing me against his body. I want more. The clothes have to go, they are getting in the way!
I pull my t-shirt over my head. I'm wearing the black lace bra that I put on yesterday, it lifts my breasts and makes me feel sexy. I lean over Alex and he gets the message by laying down on the seat while I stay on him.
Now I'm the one in charge and I change the speed of our caresses. I brush his lips with my fingers, caressing his cheeks with my lips, placing my forehead against his and inhaling his scent. He smells deliciously, his aroma is a mixture of things that I cannot identify. I Can only think of play dough, peppermint gum and vanilla cookies, all mixed together. He kisses the palm of my hand and I get goose bumps.
I lean back, kneeling on my legs again.
—Take off your t-shirt. - I order. Alex smiles. He kneels too and silently obeys. In seconds I have his muscular chest and defined abdomen before me, but what really makes my throat dry are his moles. I throw myself on him again, kissing each of his moles, one by one
Shit, he's so fucking sexy!!!
He grabs the rubber band from my hair and pulls it off. I push my hair back, curling my lips. He laughs and licks one of the cristal of my eyeglasses.
Oh Mother. I had forgotten I was wearing them!
Sitting up, I take my glasses off, putting them on the ledge of the rear windshield together with my hair rubber, as not to lose them, then I begin unbuttoning the fisherman, lowering the zipper and tugging at the fabric, pulling it down my hips, my thighs, my legs, taking it off. Alex is leaning on his back, propped up on his elbows and looking at me. I’m wear the black lace thong which matches the bra.
Glacing at him and adopt the expression a porn star would(I think), crawling slowly up his statuesque body, licking the squares of his abdomen, brushing my lips against his chest, biting into his muscles, making him gasp and throw his head back. There’s something I’ve been thinking of doing, so I stick out the tip of my tongue and lick one of his nipples.
He roars, jumping up and taking off his pants in swift impatient movements.
—At this rate ... you're going to kill me, little witch.
—Kill you? I don't want to kill you. - I whisper, giving him small bites on his thick lips.
—Mhm. No, you are too wicked to simply want to kill me. You want to torture me first.
He forces me to go around and turn my back on him. It isn’t what I had in mind but any other position would be quite uncomfortable. He caresses one of my buttocks and I gasp, spreading my legs for him. He glues his chest to my back, gripping my hair into a fist, stroking my bare back with the palm of his free hand slowly and tortuously from my hips to my neck.
—You have no idea how much you turn me on, precious. You have such a slutty body... it makes me hard just thinking about you.
—A slutty body? - I whisper, turning my neck and looking at him sideways.
—Yes. A body designed for my pleasure. - He murmurs kissing me on the mouth as his hand lowers the strap of my bra over my right shoulder. He kisses my shoulder while lowering the other bra strap, gives my left shoulder a tiny bite and pulls my bra down, leaving it at the level of my navel.
—Get on your knees.
I obey and he pulls on the thong, biting one of my buttocks gently and digging his fingers into the other one. I rush the damn thong disappearance as fast as I can and wait, holding my breath in anticipation. His palm circles me by the front and his fingers seek my entrance.
—You're so hot. -He murmurs- Your skin burns as if you had a fever. You are made of fire, precious.
—Please. - I beg him pressing my buttocks against his erection and move my hips in circles against him. -Please help me.
His entire palm caresses my sex. I curve my back and spread my legs even wider, moaning.
—Lean forward and put your hands on the seat, little slut. I’m gonna give you what you want. - He hisses.
I do what he asks and he penetrates me, hard. My eyes roll back, my throat goes dry, I begin squealing with delight.
He moves, slowly, enjoying me, possessing me, filling me completely. I move against his hips, relishing having him inside me. One of his hands is holding my hair, the other digs his fingers into my hip.
—Harder, Alex please. Harder. - I beg and he rams into me.
Oh my the holy mother of God! I want more!
It seems like he wants to pierce me. I increase the speed of my movements against his hips. I'm completely gone, moaning and crazed with pleasure.
Something's missing. I don't know. This is incredibly delicious but something is missing. I caress my breasts with my hands, squeezing my nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. It’s not enough. I grunt. I direct one of my hands towards my sex and play with my clit. I'm close, but something is still missing.
—Alex...- I gasp. - Alex please, slap my buttocks.

Alex:
I'm stuck in her to the balls, I’m sweating like a pig, fucking her hard, pulling her hair and the insatiable morena still begs me to spank her. I can’t evoke laughing. She is crazy, she is perfect and she is mine!
— It's called spankings, magissa mou and you have earned them for being so perverse. - I spank her hard. Once. She groans. I caress her other buttock and spank her again. Twice.
I feel her inner muscles tense. She's about to explode. I caress the skin of her sacral spine and give her the strongest spank of all, right in the middle of her buttocks.

Yolie:
I come.
Moaning shamelessly. I don't care if someone hears me. I don't care if someone sees me. I only care about Alex and coming with him inside me. I gasp, out of breath for a few minutes.
I smile going half blind with satisfaction, glancing at him and before I change my mind I turn around.
He grunts when the change in posture forces him out of me, but I take him in my hand and push him back inside me, sitting on his hips, arching my back and offerinh him my breasts. His eyes become slits, he catches one of my breasts with his hand.
Oh, I like this position much more. I move atop him and he throws his head back. He’s impossibly hard inside me. I go up and down on him, quickly, going in time with my own heartbeat while I kiss him and bite the corner of his lips.
He hugs me tightly, stroking my nape with one of his hands, the other one has left my breast and is digging his fingers into one of my buttocks. His thrusts are fast, hard and deep, I’m coming again, I know. My thighs cramp, my thoughts cloud. I put my mouth to one of his beasts and suck his tiny nipple between my lips.
— Eísai i mou magissa! - he roars and comes. I don't know what he said and I don't care.
I come for the second time in less than an hour and before falling exhausted on his chest I search his neck, giving him a bite.

Alex:
I am stunned. She bit me! The sassy witch just bit me!
I took special care to curb my impulses so as not to bite her again, but she has bitten me instead. I'm sprawled in the backseat of my black, tinted windowed Audi. I Kno I choosed it because I wanted to do just this, I wanted to fuck her in broad daylight right here on the cliff with the entire Acropolis for witness.
For a moment I consider bringing her here tonight and spreading her legs on the hood of this very car.
I play with a lock of her hair by rolling it between my fingers as she strokes my chest, tracing symbols on me with her tiny nails.
—What was that, Alex? - She murmurs against my chest, siting up a bit. She grimaces and fixes her bra, she left it on above her navel and it was apparently pinching her skin. She looks me in the eye, waiting for my answer.-What was that you said a little while ago?
—I said you're mine, little witch. - I massage my neck, her teeth have left a mark that is beginning to disappear. - Why did you bite me?
She smiles mischievously.
— An eye for an eye and a neck for a neck, Alex.
I laugh.
—I'm convinced that the saying does not go like that, but I understand you.- I stroke her hair. She bites her lip and gets serious, rolls her eyes convulsively, aimlessly for a few seconds and looks away from me.
—If ... I'm yours, does that mean that you are also ... mine? - She asks breathlessly.
I intertwine my fingers with hers, bringing her arms to her back, imprisoning her and forcing her to press her chest against mine. Her breasts end up crushed against my pecs.
—Yolie, look at me. - I order. She obeys, slowly.
—Of course I am yours. Haven't I told you so in every possible way?

Yolie:

I grin like a fool and kiss the corner of his mouth. I kiss his cheeks and kiss his two-toned eyes, pressing my forehead to his and closing my eyes happily. He is right. To hell with tomorrow! Who cares about the future? As long as he is mine I will do everything possible so that we have many, many, many days like today.
000
We have dressed without haste. I have tied my hair in a bun and put my glasses back on. Alex starts the car's engine and drives through the streets of Athens again. We find parking and leave the car, walking here and there through an open-air market, near us a group of street artists perform a demonstration of traditional dances.
Alex entertains himself by looking at them, I take my cell phone out of my fisherman's back pocket and take a silent photo. Immortalizing him by my side. We go into a little place and he asks for food. They bring a kind of soup with lots of vegetables and I eat it eagerly. We keep walking aimlessly around the streets of Athens for two more hours and return to the parking lot in search of the car.
He drives slowly, seemingly not wanting to go back to the mansion just yet. A call comes in on his cell phone and he answers with the car's hands-free. It's Patrick. They speak in fast, lively Greek, I don't understand a tweet of it. Alex laughs out loud at something Patrick says and hangs up.While he drives, he keeps one strong hand on the steering wheel and messes up his unruly curls with the other.
—Patrick got lucky too. - he says, amused.
—Lucky?
—Last night he bumped into Yulia's niece and they ended up ... well. - He moves his eyebrows suggestively.
I frown. I thought Patrick was gay and that Alex was bi, after the scene I witnessed in the Villa’s kitchen and the turn resent events have taken, what ele was I supposed to think? It seems I was wrong.
— Isn't that a little dangerous? - I ask under my breath.
— Dangerous?
— Patrick is... a little... intense. He could hurt Kira.
Alex purses his lips.
—He could cause her physical damage, yes and emotional damage too, but there are some ... attractions that we simply can't fight.
We arrive at the mansion, he opens his door and I go out through mine. A servant I don't recognize takes the car keys, driving it off. Alex takes me back to my room.
—If you want something else to eat ask for it.- He advises, pointing to the landline that rests on a table. - Dial one, it's the kitchen extension. I have to go.
—Alex, have you decided what you are going to answer Vlad about the matter with Eleni?
I cling to his body, I don't want to let him go.
—I have to go, precious. - He begs, stroking my lower lip with his thumb, out of pure malice I put his finger between my lips and suck it into my mouth. Looking at him putting on the slutty face he likes so much.
He hisses through his teeth.
—Don't play with me, kitty cat. We have guests with very sharp ears. I don't want to give them a show.
I release his thumb, giving him a petulant pout and stepping away from him I take my cell phone out of my pocket and quickly type a message.

"Be careful with Vlad, he hates his wife with the same intensity that he loves her."
Alex nods his head, when I show him the message and he tries to walk away but I cling to him.
—Don't be selfish, you must share me a little with my friends, this will be just form a few days. When we return to the Villa you'll have me all for yourself. - He hugs me, squeezing my buttocks in his hands and licking my mouth left corner. I sigh.
—What do you think if tomorrow I take you for a ride again, mhm? - He proposes.

Oh, by the way he says '' a ride ''I can perfectly imagine what his intentions are.

—Would you like us to spend some time on the beach? - He asks, sticking his nose to my hair.

Then I realize it, swallowing hard and looking at him. I'm in love! I'm lost and absolutely in love with him. I know it deep in my stupid bones.
Stupid,idiot,ninny!
How could I hope to embark on a physical adventure with such an enigmatic and changeable man without compromising my deluded heart? I want to cry or slap myself, I can’t desire which.
I nod in agreement of his plan to go to the beach, he kisses the tip of my nose and leaves.
I release a frustrated Huff. Well, I'll entertain myself by doing a few searches on Wikipedia.