A Sanctuary for Elle (5 page)

Elle sat up in the hospital bed. She felt fine, was fine apart from the myriad of feelings coursing through her based on the experiences of her time alone with Mark.  It had been a sexua
l awakening for Elle.  Sex had been vaguely enjoyable in the past but never before had he been brought to such dizzying heights of pleasure before.  The man had talent and was so uninhibited it had opened Elle to the pleasures the flesh had to offer. 

She
wondered if she would see him again.  She surely hoped so.  Their meeting of bodies was exquisite and to think that it was over didn't bear thinking about.

A knock at the door startled her.  'Come in,' she called covering her gown carefully.

It was the do
ctor.  He informed her that all was fine and that she was free to go.  Her clothes were returned and she was pointed in the direction of the en-suite bathroom for a shower if she so wished.  Elle was mucky from the rescue, rock and rubble debris had cover
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d her skin in a blackened marks.  She thanked him and started towards the shower.

A second knock at the door surprised Elle and expecting the doctor again, was stunned when Mark walked through the door looking even better than she remembered.

Mark walked t
hrough Elle's door to see her back towards him encased only in a hospital gown.  The gown flared at the sides and he caught a glimpse of her pert little naked bottom before she turned to see who it was.

Surprise, then pleasure registered in her expression
as she caught sight of him.  They met in the middle of the room, both coming towards each other like a magnet, almost unaware either of them were moving under their own agreement. 

They stood facing each other, Elle unsure of how to react to Mark's unexpe
cted presence.  Mark then smiled and Elle felt suddenly exuberant.  She smiled back and then watched as Mark's lowered to her mouth.  Heat simmered and she glanced down to his mouth.  His clever, sexy mouth which had already brought her so much pleasure.

She licked her lips under his gaze.  Mark groaned and then dipped his head to taste her lips.  He started the kiss gently, small touches of his lips on hers.  It wasn't enough though.  Elle whimpered and Mark slanted his head to deepen the kiss.  Her mout
h opened sweetly for him and he drank in her warmth.  Their tongues met and tangled, tasting each other everywhere.  Mark's hands slipped from her waist to behind and travelled slowly down to her bottom. 

Cupping her naked bottom in his hands, he pulled h
er against him and she felt the clear outline of his erection pressing into her stomach.  Mark loved the feel of her naked rear in his hands, smooth and pert it fit in his hands perfectly and he squeezed and massaged her against his hardness.

Mark eased ba
ck and looked at Elle's flushed face.

'Hey,' he smiled, his hands still cupping her softness.

'Hey,' she returned smiling with happiness.

'Are you okay?'

'Yes, and you? All clear with the doctor?'

'Yep, right as rain thanks. I think it was just for their medical thoroughness, you and me being sent here.'

'Where were you headed when I walked in?'

'I was just heading for a shower then I'm going to leave as the doctor said I'm fine.'

Mark's eyes lifted
, a wicked gleam appearing.  'Come on then,' he said.  'I'll help.'

And with that he turned her, smacked her playfully on the bum and hustled her into the bathroom.

He looked the door and then turned to her, his eyes hot with desire.  'I want you, Elle.'

Elle looked at the walk in shower with the draw around curtain, she then looked back at Mark.. Never before would she have even considered something like this, sex in a shower, in a hospital bathroom! But this man seemed to bring out a wild side in her. 
A
n uninhibited, sexual side that she had not explore before now.

'I want you Mark.  Take off your clothes,' she ordered, suddenly feeling bolder than before.  He undid his shirt and took off his tie.  He then pulled off his trousers and shorts in one long m
ovement and stood up to face her naked.  Elle let her eyes trail from his beautiful face down his long, athletic body.  His chest was ripped and tanned.  Gorgeous to look at.  He was already hard and big, so long. She had seen him before but not in this k
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nd of light where everything was clear and exposed.  As she stared he shifted impatiently.  'Your turn,' he murmured, his voice once again low and seductive.

Elle was only wearing a white hospital gown, loosely linked at the back.  One tug brought it apart
and she let it fall slowly.  First over her breasts to expose her hardened peaks and then down past her stomach to fall away at her legs. 

Mark felt his breath hitch as she lowered her robe.  God she was beautiful. A beautiful face with gorgeous silky ha
ir trailing down her back and a long willowy body with perfect breasts and curves in all the right places.  He stepped towards her and leant to kiss her again.  He began with a little prelude this time instead plundering her mouth with a force of passion
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he had not seen from him yet.  He took without asking pushing her mouth into response.  Instead of shying away from his passionate onslaught, Elle welcomed the hard pressure of his mouth and met his demands with her own.  She needed this fast and furious.
She ached to feel him inside her, felt herself already wet. 

One kiss and Mark was throbbing for her.  His penis ached with the need to bury it inside her.  He moved his hands down to her butt and lifted her up and onto his waist.  He walked them into th
e shower and turned it on.  When it ran warm he walked them to the wall and pressed her back up against the tiles.  Water fell on them and droplets hung from their faces as they gazed at each other.

Mark lifted Elle up until his erection lay poised at her
entrance.  He looked down as their most intimate areas prepared to meet and watched as he pushed himself inside.  Glancing up he saw Elle's eyes cloudy with desire, water dripping over her face and breasts seductively, asking to be kissed and licked.  Wit
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hands under her bottom, Mark raised and lowered Elle onto his shaft over and over again until she arched into his arms.  Her breasts smothered his face and he captured a nipple in his mouth,licking and sucking on it with a need so strong it burned within
him. 

Elle was close to release when Mark took her nipple in his mouth.  As he sucked she felt a deep tug of desire and together with his pounding inside her brought her quickly to an explosive and heady climax. 

Mark felt Elle's muscles contracting arou
nd his shaft and held his own release.  She was so responsive under his ministrations and the way she cried out his name when she came made him feel incredibly masculine and turned him on beyond belief.

He lifted her off his erection and turned her confuse
d face around.  'I'm not finished with you yet,' he whispered into her ear as she nestled back against him.  Mark let the water fall upon them and reached for the soap on the shelf.  He lathered it into his hands and then with her back to his chest reache
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around to soap her breasts.  The soap made them pliable and supple under his rough hands.  He rolled her nipple with his fingers while Elle 'oohed' and 'aahhed' under his touch. He turned his attention to her stomach next rubbing the soap soothingly over
her flat stomach.  His soapy hands travelled around to her buttock and soaped the curved mounds, squeezing and cupping seductively.

Next he pushed at her lower back, urging her to lean over and place her hands on the tiles in front.  He nudged at her knees
to saying, 'open for me Elle.'

Elle opened her stance so that her feet were shoulder width apart and felt her sex open to the air and water around them.  She felt brazen and wanton and a little unsure before his touch quickly returned and shunned all doub
t from her mind.

Mark bent to his knees at Elle's behind and began to soap her buttocks.  His hands slipped to her delicate cleft and massaged and rubbed.  He then moved lower, soaping her folds and rubbing her in the areas she loved.  He leant back for th
e water to sluice the soap away.  He then returned, this time with his tongue.  He bent to her intimate parts, pulled her open with his hands and licked, sucked and lavished attention on her until she cried out with the pleasure.  He rose to his feet as s
h
e was still mid climax and pushed himself deep within her.  His shaft reached to her core, filling her up so much it was intensely pleasurable. He withdrew and then pushed again and again pumping himself to climax as she writhed and squealed with the over
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helming sensation gripping her.  Mark came forcefully on a guttural cry of his own, loud and deep, the sound of a man spent, his wet hot seed filling her cavern.  They remained joined for several moments.  Mark then pulled himself out and she turned aroun
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to be encircled in his arms.  They stayed together in the shower for a little longer, enjoying each others closeness.  They quickly rinsed clean and then Mark turned the shower off.  They stepped out and wrapped up in large white towels.  They dressed to
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ether in the bathroom, exchanging furtive glances at each other, both wondering the very same thing.  What was this magic between them?

Mark and Elle walked out of the hospital holding hands.  'I never asked you where you were headed yesterday.' Elle pass
ed her bags to the taxi driver.

'I'm headed to the coast.  I'm going to my Grandmother's properties.'

An uneasy feeling coursed through Mark. 'Properties?'

'Yes, my grandmother lived in Morfa Nevyn in North Wales and had her home and business there.  I'm g
oing there to take over the business and hopefully build myself a home.'

Mark's face registered discomfort.  He had a bad feeling that maybe they should have shared surnames earlier.

'Elle, was your Grandmother Joy-Leah May?'

'Oh my God, yes! How on earth
did you..?'  A sudden dawning of realisation dawned on her. His name was Mark.  Surely not.  Not the Mark who had caused her Grandmother such an ordeal in her final weeks of life.  'Mark, what is your full name?'

'Mark-Anthony Hunter.'

She stared at him, d
isbelief flooding through her.  Revulsion spilled through her.  She couldn't believe the man she thought she liked so much was Mark-Anthony Hunter, the man who had harassed and bothered her Grandmother in disgusting ways.  Mark-Anthony Hunter was a shark.
A property shark.  He owned half the world.  He was famous.  Rich and famous, buying and selling property and receiving huge returns.  Mark-Anthony had been interested in Elle's Grandmother's hotel, The Sanctuary.  He had seen it as a huge investment to
a
dd to his portfolio of riches.  What he hadn't realised was the effect it had had on her Grandmother.  How she had agonised over it, felt pressured by them. 

She was disgusted with herself, with him.  Anger and spite in her eyes she said in no uncertain terms,' Mark-Anthony Hunter, I never wish to see you ever again.'

And with that she climbed in the taxi and was gone.  Mark stood watching the car drive away. He couldn't stop her, was stunned into silence.  She was right.  She had every right to be angry with him.  The look in her eyes stayed with him that evening till
he slept.  And there he relived their time together and agonised about how to make her see that he only had good intentions, that he was a changed man.  He wondered if she would speak to him.  Wondered whether she was willing to hear him out.  He tossed a
n
d turned until giving up entirely on sleep.  He sat on his balcony and looked at the moon and the stars.  What a difference a day could make.  Last night he had been making sweet, beautiful love to a stunning and passionate woman.  Tonight he was once aga
i
n alone, lonely, a little sad.  Some changes needed to happen in his life, he realised that now. Elle had started a restlessness in him which he had not experienced before.

She couldn't be gone from his life.  No.  He decided that now.  He would fight for
a place in her life again.  This wasn't over.  Not by a long shot.

Chapter 5

Elle climbed into the taxi that would take her to Sanctuary.  She informed the driver of their destination and sat back with an angry sigh.  She couldn't believe it.  Had she on
ly known... Why did it have to be him?! How dare he?  How dare he treat her Grandmother like that. If only one of them had known, they could have hated each other from the outset. Now things were ridiculously confusing.  The man was wicked and manipulativ
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and after her inherited property.  He was also gorgeous and kind and excited her beyond reason.  What a mess.  What a stupid, horrible mess.  Elle was furious with herself, furious with him, furious with the situation she now found herself in.  The thing
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she had done with him too, the wonderful, pleasure she had found, now to be changed into guilt that she had done them with him, the one person she should never have touched.