CHAPTER 1
Do you believe in miracles?
I had never felt so loved and so elevated at the same time.
This man’s big brown hands are so steady, I feel hopelessly convinced he could tear me apart with one move. I bow before him, in the bed surrounded by white mosquito netting with twinkling lights around it, feeling the cool and warm breeze coming from the sea around us.
My knees wrap around the huge lat muscles in the waist of this man so powerful and magnificent that I have to place my hands on his chest to keep from falling. Luckily, he grasps the situation and his hands cling to mine to support me, while his manhood slides between my legs that are loaded with moisture, accommodating my entire musculature, ready for him to push his entire manhood inside me.
I’ve tasted it, I’ve felt it, and I know firsthand that it’s delicious, immense, and powerful. Will I be able to deal with this wonder or would it hurt me?
I believe that one thing is necessarily linked to the other.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, surely noticing how agitated I feel at this moment in front of his powerful presence.
I blink, terrified, returning my gaze to each one of the tattoos on his huge pectorals and burly shoulders, tribal drawings and faces of various gods and worshipped figures from his land.
Such a strong and attractive man, tanned, the son of one of the most paradisiacal islands in the world, powerful in his birthplace and attractive with lucky genes, has me on his waist, ready to make love to me.
How can I not be fine?
Oh, and a man who I feel insanely fascinated with, but I know that in a few days I will have to return home and, possibly, will never see him again in my life. I know what this means to him and I know what this should mean to me too.
However, we both know that this installment puts our absolute souls at stake.
His pearl gray eyes are dark watching me.
“Y-yes,” I assure him. “I’m fine.”
How did someone so strong and sexy come into my hands in a place as magical and impressive as a Hawaiian beach? A man with roots from a powerful tribe and with a good position in this place, with a coast reserved exclusively for the two of us, illuminated by the candles from outside, the moon and the stars of one of the purest skies I’ve ever seen.
“Come,” he tells me, encircling my tiny torso with his immense arms and incorporating my ear into his chest, feeling the beating of his powerful heart.
Immediately afterwards, in a movement worthy of any age-old struggle, he flips me over on the immense mattress and leaves me face down.
He doesn’t let me fall but braces himself with his arms and legs around me, to catch me in his mouth and kiss me impulsively.
I receive him, ecstatic, melted in the taste of his lips and also testing with the touch of my fingers the beard that abounds around his jaw. I play with it, then run my fingers over his monstrous back, muscled and rock-solid, with thick skin and sculpted muscles.
His kisses go down to my neck and I whimper with pleasure when I feel the caress of his lips, his beard and his teeth in one of the most sensitive areas of my body.
My hands wrap around his unruly hair and tug at it.
His member pushes against mine and I let out a wild scream as I feel him push into my moisture and enter between my legs, giving the most perfect man in the entire world my entire purity and virginity.
His member enters slowly, but roughly in equal measure, while the muscles of my flower adjust to its width, pushing gently, in and out, first from the tip and then with a large part of its cavernous body.
“O-oooh!” I scream, submerged in the powerful and unknown fusion between the most brutal pain in the world knowing that I feel like I’m being ripped in two, but also with the most unbridled and ecstatic passion as I feel like the woman most worthy of all, being with a man who seems from another planet, sexy, bestial, attractive and giant in his muscular bearing, as well as powerful in body, in mind and in spirit.
His kisses continue to trail down my earlobe as he pushes harder and harder inside me.
His mouth slides to the side of my chin and he whispers to me in his thick, husky voice;
“Believe in miracles, Grace…”
I am in the same drift, merged with the stars and the cosmos in the midst of the explosive battle of sensations that is being waged right now.
And his words are enough to make me feel even higher.
Because I’ve heard them before.
And I know what they mean.
But for the first time in my entire life, I think I finally understand its depth and magnificence. What he just told me is as real as the two of us, united, in this bed behind a tulle, next to a calm and sweet sea, melted in the coastal breeze, savoring each other with delight.
“Believe in The Miracle, Grace.”
And he is not innocent.
I know what it means.
His words were told to me in Hawaiian, his native language, the language of his land, but this time, compared to other occasions when I heard them, I have managed to understand them beyond their superficial or semantic meaning. I am able to feel it in my own flesh and in spirit, above the body and mind.
Because I know that, today, he and I, after everything that has happened… We Are A Miracle.
Everything that has happened.
If you knew!
My life took a radical turn and I know that this has only just begun, but we are going back a bit.
It all started on my wedding day.
Yes, from my wedding!
The day my life changed, like many people, for better or worse. In my case, I thought it was a horrible, painful punishment, at that moment it seemed that the world was collapsing... In fact, it did collapse. To then build a world that is more beautiful, bigger, more dignified and linked to the universal force.
You need to destroy a world to build it again.
And my ex, back then, had just destroyed mine…
