Possessed By You

                                                                    Prologue     Her moans bounced against the tile walls becoming his favorite anthem. Her freshly manicured nails scratched his tanned back, creating the pain he loved. Her leg wrapped around his thigh, forcing him to go in harder. His right hand laying on her c**t while the left hand was tangled in her unruly hair. She bites him on his shoulder, stifling the sounds of her moans.     "No Angelo," he pulls her hair from his shoulder. "I want the world to hear what I do to you." She bites her bottom, drawing a little bit of blood. "Especially your boyfriend." She felt the peak of her second orgasm wanting to come out.     For some strange reason, the chance that her boyfriend could hear the two of them made her even more turned on. Only he made her feel this way, her boyfriend could never make her have an orgasm, let alone two. Raphel knew every bell and whistle to get her body hot and going. Her Spanish dialect rolled off her tongue as he pounded his way into her memory.     "f**k you, Raphel. He's my fiance."     He licked from her shoulder to her ear, shivers crept throughout her body. "You love the way we secretly fuck."     It's true, she loved hiding and discovering new positions and places to have s*x. But her love for him did not match the way he loved her. Every time they had s*x he was showing her what they could have together. If only she would break up with her boyfriend, Ronald. He mentally scoffed at his boring name. Raphel knew that his name, alone, made panties instant wet. He did not care about panties of other females though. He wanted to one he was balls deep in, badly. He kissed her one last time before she ended things.     As they reached their climax together, she rode down from her high. Guilt seeping her bones, tears wanting to fall down. She refused to cry in front of her conventional f**k. But somehow his light green eyes snook his way into her heart.     She released her leg and hair from his hold, "that can't happen again." She walked out the shower putting on her clothes, that were thrown on the floor.     "You say that every time, Angelo," he laughed, getting her bra from the hook that was behind her.     "And every time I mean it." She snatched her bra from his hand. "We can't keep doing this. We are at my engagement party!" She exclaimed racing to the bathroom door. "I will be getting married soon. To Ronald. We have to stop. I'm sorry, this is over."     The sound of the door closing made his heart shatter. He put on his clothes vowing he would do whatever to them to break up before the wedding. He knew in his heart they were meant to be. And he would show her of his new conviction. He knew this was far from over and soon she too would know.