He could still feel his mouth against Téa's, could feel every nerve cell in his body reacting to the tactile sensations of her skin, her proximity. But, he couldn't see, he could only experience. He couldn't control, he could only react to the searing electric pulses that torpedoed through him as his hand moved over her. He was aware of everything--but only as raw erotic sensations. None of it made sense to him, but it felt so incredibly good to let go, to be completely engulfed by the intoxicating physical experience. He was vaguely aware that something was wrong. He knew that something terrible had happened, that he had somehow miscalculated, but he couldn't process the information accurately--and he didn't even want to. He was lost...

Téa's pulse quickened when she heard Todd's low, guttural moan. She felt him jerk and then tense slightly as he moved his hand down to her breast. She sensed that something was different--his touch was less gentle, more aggressive. She winced as he squeezed her painfully, but she didn't really mind. Rough sex was not an alien concept to her. She had always suspected that making love with Todd would be more rough and tumble than romance and tenderness. The prospect didn't daunt her that much...

As his hand slid from her breast down her belly, she forgot all of her concerns and began to tremble in anticipation of what she hoped would come. He continued to kiss her--one long, deep contact after another--each one becoming more intense, his breathing more labored and uneven. She returned his kisses, holding him tightly, eager to have him fondle her again. Her body tensed as his hand slid forcefully between her legs. He rubbed his hand down her inner thigh, pulling her legs slightly apart, then moved back up to her crotch. Grabbing her there, he squeezed down hard, pushing her pelvis into the bed...

Letting up, he lightly brushed her clitoris with his fingers, teasing her--barely touching the moist, sensitive tissues. She squirmed, sliding her hand down the back of his arm, pulling on his elbow weakly, desiring heavier contact. Pulling away from her mouth, he placed his forehead against her temple, his lips next to her ear. “What...what is it, baby...?” he whispered softly. “What do you want...huh? Maybe...this...?” She pushed her face against his and groaned as he slid his long, middle finger into her. The pressure was gentle, but deeply compelling--the movement inside her deliciously arousing. He seemed to know exactly where her most sensitive inner spot was and proceeded to manipulate it, turning her inside out...

Covering her mouth with his again, he locked her in a bottomless, torrid kiss. All the various sensations hitting her at once were staggering--the warm, wet intensity of his mouth against hers, his physical strength, his sudden aggressiveness, his sure, precise control of her body. The speed of her own arousal almost frightened her. She wanted to cry out, twist away from him in agitated passion to relieve the pressure and tension. But he held her firmly, using the weight of his body, not letting her move...

He played her body expertly, rhythmically, letting the friction build at a slow but irresistible pace--bringing her to ever higher levels of pleasure, excitement. Téa fought to maintain control over her responses, struggling to hold herself back from climaxing. He skillfully brought her up to the breaking point where her control began to shred, then he gradually eased up, slowly pulling out, gently massaging her externally...

Téa tried to regroup emotionally, as he planted tender little kisses around the edges of her lips, but it was useless. His mouth was too soft and warm, the intimacy they were sharing too overpoweringly real, his close physical presence too intoxicating. She was sinking into a zone of pure erotic sensation, where nothing mattered except what he was doing, what her body was feeling...

Finding the sensitive head of her clitoris again, he began to stroke it gently in little circles. She whimpered softly, closing her eyes--as the pressure began to build again--higher and higher. Todd nibbled gently at her ear lobe, breathing warmly into her ear. He nuzzled her neck, then bit her softly, sucking her skin in between his teeth...

The raw emotion Téa felt was overpowering. She began to panic in the midst of her desire. No... it's too soon...she thought...I want you inside of me first....She tried to get him to stop, to slow down. “Todd...no...” she begged, putting her hand over his... “Please...wait...” But he ignored her pleas, continuing to stimulate her closer and closer to orgasm. Covering her mouth with his, he silenced her by gliding his tongue in against hers...

Téa couldn't stand it any longer, she had to move or she would explode. Arching her back, she twisted under him, pushing helplessly against his hand. Breaking away from his mouth, burying her face against his neck, she cried out softly in uncontrolled passion as he slid two fingers deep inside her, pushing her right to the brink...

Moaning as she felt his lips move from her cheek down her throat, Téa gave in to her feelings--she couldn't fight him any more. He was fingering, stroking the most delicate place inside of her--a place so sensitive that she just couldn't restrain her reactions. She stopped thinking and let herself open to him completely, straining against him sensually in undisguised ecstasy...

Feeling his rigid penis against her leg, she reached down impulsively, sliding her hand firmly around it, squeezing and pulling him gently, silently begging him to mount her. The rest of the world ceased to exist for her--time stopped--nothing mattered except having this luscious man slide inside of her. “Todd, please,” she groaned. She started to feel herself spiraling out of control--about to go over the edge... Then suddenly...unexpectedly, she was free...

She gasped at the sudden loss of sensation as he broke contact with her. She shivered as he moved his hand down her inner thigh and pulled her legs farther apart. Raising his body up effortlessly, he slid between her thighs. Bending down, he continued to kiss her throat and the side of her neck, placing his hands on either side of her, positioning himself with his stomach firmly against her crotch...

He watched her for a moment as she strained to keep control of herself, to maintain the remnants of her composure. He knew she wanted him inside her desperately--and he was having great difficulty resisting the invitation--but he had other plans. She covered her eyes with the back of her hand for a second, trying to breathe more normally. He could see her hand shaking in the flickering candlelight. He smiled broadly, pleased with himself, then ran his tongue over his lips as he bent to kiss her breasts...

He flicked his tongue against her nipples, then sucked each one thoroughly, leaving her wet and sore as he moved down towards his goal. Depositing moist, passionate little kisses down her abdomen and around the margins of her silky pubic hair, he slid his right hand down the outside of her hip and thigh, gently pulling up her leg. Looking up at her face, feeling her tremble at his touch, he smiled to himself again. Fluidly he moved down and wrapped his arm under and around her leg, resting the back of her thigh against his shoulder. He ran his tongue up her inner thigh and kissed her in the soft moist little hollow where her leg connected with her body...

Settling down to a comfortable position, he repeated the same procedure with her other leg. As he gently kissed the insides of her thighs, he slid his big hands across her lower abdomen possessively. Pausing for a few seconds, lightly rubbing his chin against her pubic hair, he gave her time to anticipate--to ache for it just a little. Then, squeezing down on her stomach seductively, he began to lick her gently...

He found his favorite spot almost immediately--easily identified by the way she squirmed and pushed against him when he touched it with his tongue. He proceeded to suck her clitoris and play with it for a while--flicking his tongue against it, biting her softly. Then he pushed in, plunging his tongue inside of her, penetrating as far as he could. He smiled to himself again as he felt the beautifully spasmodic, rhythmic reactions of her body under his hands--as he heard the helpless little cry that escaped her throat...

Téa labored to stay in control of herself this time. She wanted so badly to give herself over to her passion. He made her want to give in to her darkest, most debased desires. She had been loved by several men, but none of them had brought her to this kind of fevered arousal. She had some painful memories, a ghost that haunted her from the past. As a consequence she had always kept a part of herself separate, aloof from the men she had loved. None of the them had been able to break through her self imposed barriers, none had ever evoked this kind of intense, primal feeling in her soul. She had never let the others get this close...

But now, she felt almost virginal, like she was experiencing real sex and the earthy appetites of an experienced, irresistible male for the first time. The situation unnerved her, made her feel too vulnerable, too exposed. She needed to hold something back, to cover up emotionally--but try as she might, she couldn't. The need to give everything to him was more than she could bear...

Inevitably she lost the battle. She had to let her body have its way. Closing down her mind, she drifted on pure, erotic sensation. She shuddered in delicious satisfaction as she felt the warmth, the tickle, the softness of his lips and tongue against her delicate tissues. The strong, sensual touch of his hands on her belly sent warm pulses through her. She let the carnal side of her personality open up and pull her along, gliding her helplessly down a swirling river of unbridled desire. She placed her hands on his, then stretched the fingers of one hand down to touch herself next to his face...

Just when she thought she couldn't stand it one second longer, Todd released her. He disengaged from the sweet, warm wetness between her legs and crawled up, sliding his body onto hers. She caught her breath in burning anticipation, sure that he was about to push inside of her. She could feel the warmth of his heavy, engorged penis resting firmly against the inside of her thigh. But instead, he put his left elbow on the bed and rolled slightly off to one side, looking down at her. Wiping his hand down his face, he smoothed his beard and smiled mischievously at her...

Dipping his head, he softly kissed the side of her face, close to her ear. Lingering there, he spoke to her softly, “Téa...” He continued to kiss her as his hand snaked down to cover her breast again. “Téa...” he murmured again, between kisses, raising his right hip enough to reach under and revisit the wet stickiness where his mouth had been. “Téa,” he breathed into her ear one last time--almost inaudibly...

Without warning he plunged his fingers deep inside of her, holding her down with the weight of his body as she cried out and tried to twist against him. She had no idea how many fingers were inside of her, she only knew that it was crushing, devastating. She felt his left hand slide under her neck and grip her with an all too familiar ferocity. “You sweet, sweet, little bitch,” he purred in her ear. He pushed deeper inside of her, as she squirmed under him... “You sweet, succulent, little piece of ass...” He licked the side of her face, feeling her start to shake violently as full comprehension dawned in her mind. Pulling back, he looked down at her, feigning innocent amusement, “Did you miss me, honey...?”

Watching her eyes, he bent and kissed her lightly. “Now... don't tell me you're surprised, precious... Didn't I tell you before... Didn't I tell you I'd make you feel good...?” He grinned down rakishly at her. “You see babe, I'm a man of my word...” He paused and looked at her quizzically. “You have been having a good time, haven't you...?” He flexed his fingers inside her, noting the catch in her breathing. “Oh yeah,” he said, mockingly. “I’d say you've been having the time of your fucking life...” He laughed softly at her as she struggled not to react to the pressure of his fingers inside her. He licked her upper lip and kissed her again, harder this time...

Téa twitched in relief as he withdrew his fingers and brought his hand up to his face. He licked his middle finger slowly, suggestively, and smiled down at her. “Ummm, this is gonna be fun, Delgado...you feel that...?” He flexed his cock against her thigh. “I think you're ready for some of that right about now...” Grabbing her hand, he pulled it down and rubbed it across his rigid member. “How does that feel to you, sweetness--big enough?” She felt his body tense slightly as he continued to move her hand up and down against his penis. He continued, his voice thickening with arousal, then dropping to a whisper, “I've been saving it for you, Delgado...all this time, just for you... ‘cause I know how really, really bad you want it...”

There was nothing Téa could do. He had her in an unbreakable grip, his weight expertly leveraged against her, rendering her immobile. She fought for clarity as her emotions switched painfully from overwhelming passion to agonizing fear. Her mind raced, searching frantically for a way out. Inevitably, she recognized that there was none...This is it...you knew it would probably come...now you have to deal with it...

She watched him as he delivered his victory speech and gloated over her. He reveled freely in his clever, successful deception. Listening to the sound of his voice, she contemplated her options...Well Téa, you can't run and there's no one here to save you...you can try to out maneuver him, but he's probably too smart...you can fight, but that's what he feeds on--that's what he wants...She closed her eyes, trying to block everything out for a moment...You said you were committed to him, no matter what....Well, now it's time to prove it....what are you going to do...?

She had to admire his timing. He had waited until she was in a totally compromised position. Playing on her desires, her fantasies, he had lured her masterfully into an exquisite trap. She had to agree with him. He was a man of his word--he had made her feel good--so damn good that she forgot to look for warning signs, forgot who she was dealing with. Her own words from earlier in the evening came back now to haunt her...I'm worried that we may have rushed into this too soon...that you didn't have the chance to complete your therapy...

That worry had been upper most in her mind coming into this evening. She had feared that he wasn't emotionally ready to be intimate with her--that he was pushing himself into something that he couldn't handle in order to keep her close--to guarantee that she would stay with him...

His behavior had been so strange, he had seemed like a different person to her lately--and it wasn't just the influence of his alter personalities. It was especially bizarre this evening when he had unexpectedly bolted and left her at the alter--after he had worked so hard to get her to agree to the marriage in the first place. She knew then that he must be completely overstressed, and feared for him. But, in spite of that fear, her anger and frustration had flared anyway, as it usually did with Todd--mainly due to her extreme embarrassment. I couldn't help it....I know that he's not well, but I'm so sick of playing these stupid games with him...of being humiliated privately and publicly...I had to lash out....Then, of course, she had taken him back again--swallowing her pride as usual--letting her love overpower her common sense...

When he had temporarily lost control earlier tonight--she knew that all her anxious premonitions were true, that he wasn't stable...Face it Téa, you asked for this confrontation...You knew something was very wrong...she scolded, refusing to let herself dodge the realities of the situation...You could have gotten out of this earlier, but you chose to stay and see what would happen...knowing full well that something would...

She realized suddenly how true that thought was. In spite of her fears, she almost wanted this face to face encounter with him. She was tired of all the games, wanted all the skeletons out of the closet. The attraction and curiosity that she felt towards Todd was staggering--it always had been. Any normal woman would have run for the hills when confronted with a personality like his, but not her. She had tried to get away, but her fascination with him was just too intense. She had to face the fact that there was a secret, wild part of her that wanted to see who he really was inside. A daring, reckless part that wanted to explore the dark boundaries of their relationship--of his mind...

She had thrown caution to the wind earlier, even though she knew it might be her undoing. Well, now she was going to pay the price for not being more careful, for letting him, and her own loving curiosity, draw her into a situation that her better judgment had warned her against emphatically. She had hoped that they could get through their wedding night unscathed, but it wasn't to be. Now, in the middle of all this exquisite love making, he had come to exact the price that she must pay for loving Todd...

Still, she believed in her soul that when push came to shove, he wouldn't hurt her--no matter which personality he was hiding behind. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come...Well Téa, now it's time to be brave...It's time to be smart...El Diablo has come to claim you...and the dance has only just begun...

“Oh, there’s way too much thinking going on in that pretty little head of yours,” he said, watching her eyes intently. “What are you planning...huh? He looked around the room. “You see any exits around here? No...no...I don't think so, Delgado. You're not going anywhere. The only way out is through me.” He smiled wickedly at her. “Or maybe I should say through you--if you really want to be technical about it.” Caressing the side of her face, he gently traced the contours of her cheek and jaw. “I'm going to go through you like lightning through a tree, babe--gonna split you right up the middle.” He giggled at her, running his finger rapidly up her abdomen. Startled, she jumped involuntarily. Throwing back his head, thoroughly delighted with himself, he laughed raucously, slapping her stomach smartly with the palm of his hand...

To be continued...