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Isabel had been at home locked up for a week. Well, almost locked up. She only left to supervise the work of her new office, she then returned home in time to dress up in lavishly seductive garments to lounge around in for the rest of the day. Showing herself without shame all over the house to the man who maddened her and still did not dare touch her 'unduly' as he said.
She had to put an end to the old fashioned thought Juan Carlos had. After a video conference with her sister and best friend, they came to the conclusion no man could stand the temptation.
It was clearer than water Juan was from another century, although she had to admit in the last two days, the immortal growled every time he saw her. Several times took her by surprise, watching her with unbridled desire. She did not make it easy. Not only did she walk around the house semi-naked, in addition, posed in positions that would blow any man’s top. He was immortal, yes, but he still had a penis that suffered erections just entering the house and seeing her.
Today would be one of his greatest battles. She found a sexy transparent black robe. So far she had not worn anything transparent, but today, it seemed her libido was about to make her orgasm spontaneously just from desire.
She needed the release.
She smiled when she heard the door close.
Juan Carlos was in charge of the entire estate. He liked what he did and was good at it. He recruited good employees to help him day after day and kept in touch with Edward to discuss the news.
Isabel was serving the food.
She was not a great cook, but this particular day it didn’t matter if the food was right or not, she planned on skipping lunch.
There was no way Juan Carlos could eat in peace looking at her erect nipples through her seductive dress.
Juan went to the kitchen.
“Hi, sweetie...” he broke off as she turned around with the plates in her hands and a splendid smile on her blood-red lips.
Isabel was enjoying every minute. She could already feel the victory 'inside' her. Juan Carlos was looking at her like she was a piece of meat and he hadn’t eaten for 400 years. She smiled to herself thinking of the reflection’s irony.
“How was your day?” She asked as if nothing strange was happening. She approached Juan to give him a kiss as they did every time he arrived or left the house.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and almost shouted with extreme joy as Juan tightened his grip on her body and put a hand on her neck to bring her mouth closer to his.
She was delighted, she could see in his gaze that he was about to explode with desire.
An instinctive movement on Juan Carlos’ part caused his immediate erection to press Isabel's womb. She felt like her scant lingerie, was becoming extremely humid.
A groan escaped her and it was enough for him to kiss her harder.
A wild, uncontrolled, scorching kiss.
Her hands began to roam his strong, firm body.
She moved one hand to let it rest just above his phallus. She pressed slightly with her palm as she stroked the length of his bulge that protruded from his pants.
“I have a lot of time...” He tried explaining something she already knew. She knew what would happen first. Juan dropped his head back as he searched for a way to keep his balance due to the uncontrollable desire coursing through his body.
When he calmed down a little, he kissed her again. She wasted no time. She began to strip off her lingerie. She wanted to give him a second wave of pleasure, ignite his wild side and make him to understand, in today’s time sex was anything they were both willing to do.
She crouched in front of him. After unbuckling his belt, she helped to remove his pants and shorts.
Isabel salivated before Juan’s erection and she didn’t hesitate before slipping him into her mouth.
He tried to stop her but she pushed his hands away.
“Enjoy yourself, please. Then you can compensate me.” She winked as she slide his cock back into her mouth.
“Oh, God, Isabel! Please!” He seemed to lack air. “Isa, this... is that... Oh, God! Please!”
Isabel smiled at him with her eyes as she wrapped her tongue around his penis. She felt Juan's body tighten again. She caressed his legs with her belly.
She looked up and backed away just a little, stroking him violently to help him reach his ecstasy.
This time, Juan released a deep growl as his body convulsed.
Isabel thought he wanted to rest a little, but the opposite happened.
The immortal pulled her close to him by her hair. After stripping off his shirt, he began to ravage her body with his hands.
Isabel could not control the moans that slipped from her mouth.
When he placed his hand on her breast, he growled and squeezed it firmly.
“I want to make you mine to the point of exhaustion, Isabel.”
“Then, do it.”
“How could I have wasted so much time?”
She smiled. She also wondered the same thing.
She moaned loud as he rolled her nipples between his index finger and thumb.
She knew she liked it from the dampness growing in her crotch.
“I want more.”
“I'll give it to you.”
He placed her on the kitchen table and savagely ripped off her delicate nightie.
He admired her with unrestrained desire.
He devoured her chest without thinking. Sucking, subtle tongue strokes, nibbling, pinching, more sucking, stroking.
Isabel moaned with pleasure.
She had never felt anything like this before. She did not know how the hell women from 400 years ago could have been as puritan with men as accommodating as this one who was now taking care of her.
***
As he continued to lavish attention to her chest, she felt her hands go down to her most intimate and sensitive part.
She moaned and he grunted wildly.
Juan Carlos didn’t think twice before stroking Isabel's wet vagina.
This woman was driving him crazy. Only God knew how he had struggled to keep from touching her all those days when she was almost naked in front of him. He wanted to do right by her like he was taught in his day.
He was waiting for Carlota and Edward to come back so he could formally ask them for her hand in marriage because he loved her with his entire soul.
Yes. That's how it was.
I loved her.
He knew she loved him too.
He wanted her by his side forever.
All his determination and will power went to hell when he saw her there, in the middle of the kitchen with hardened nipples.
Fuck! Who the fuck could say no to that?
She was a goddess at giving him pleasure.
Now that he discovered her sexual appetite, he was willing to please her as often as necessary.
He would come home every morning to tear off her clothes and make her moan and tremble like she was doing now as he fingered her vagina.
He wanted her to explode again, but he wanted to be inside her when it happened.
He went down to her wet, throbbing cavity and stroked it with the tip of his tongue, as he continued to push two fingers inside his woman.
She caressed her breasts and arched her back to better align his mouth. The immortal concentrated on her clit filling her with pleasure.
She started moaning again and repositioned her body. She grabbed his hair, rubbing her vagina hard against Juan Carlos's mouth.
He knew she was about to orgasm again.
He took his mouth away from her and without warning, he sunk into her.
Maybe in a few years he would think of doing it more cordially, though he doubted it, because Isabel aroused his wildest sexual instinct and he seemed to excite her as well.
He thrust in and out of her with quick steady movements, until he could not hold on any longer. At the same moment Isabel dropped her head back and arched her back completely releasing loud moans in sync with the contractions of her vagina.
He was exhausted but wanted to keep doing this all day, all night, all month and for the rest of his life.
She lay motionless beneath him.
“I want more of this.”
He felt her stomach tremble from the lazy laughter, escaping her mouth.
She stroked his back.
When her pussy contracted again, he growled as his penis grew hard again.
“Then give me more,” she said, and it was enough for Juan Carlos to begin the ritual of kissing, sucking, and biting once again.
***
Isabel woke up abruptly. She felt like she could not breathe.
She almost had a heart attack when she saw a shadow in a suit like those of the Ku Klux Klan standing by her side, covering her mouth and nose with a cloth.
She tried to get away but it was not possible. Her entire body became heavy and her hands must have been tied.
What was happening?
She struggled while managing to see several more shadows walking quickly to the living room, struggling with Juan Carlos.
She opened her eyes in horror as she saw the shadows draw guns. She was sleepy, her eyelids growing heavier and she heard Juan’s terrified scream but couldn’t hear what he was saying because all she wanted to do was sleep. The last thing she thought she heard was a crash... Juan screamed again... what a dream she was having.
She was sure she was dreaming. In the morning she would realize everything was only a nightmare.
***
“Who are you? What do you want from me?”
Juan was frightened, confused, and had a very sharp pain in his stomach.
He was shot and felt the bullet causing irreparable damage to his body.
Yes. Irreparable. This time his body was not working the way he was accustomed to. He did not feel his body trying to expel the bullet, on the contrary, with each movement he felt blood seeping out of the wound. The bullet seemed to burrow further into his body.
It seemed that after all he would know death.
He could go happy, though it seemed rather unfair for death to come for him now that he was happy.
He smiled when he remembered his mother’s words. How he forgot thinking his immortality was only his dying mother’s madness.
True love. Happiness annulled immortality, Rocío had assured him on her deathbed.
He was glad then to have known his true love...
A sharp blow stung him in the face. He was cold.
“He’s not reacting and he's losing too much blood. Are you sure this is the man we are looking for?”
“Yes.”
“Where is your brother?”
Were they asking about Francisco? He was alive? How did they find him?
“Come on, you bastard, Tell us, we do not have all night!”
That was what Juan was trying to do!
He wanted to speak, to ask them who they were, what they wanted from him, and why they were looking for his brother.
An absolute terror came over him when he thought of Isabel.
Would she be there with those evil men?
Would they mistreat her? Oh no! God! She was naked when they fell asleep. He tried not to think of the atrocities he saw the inquisitors do to naked women.
“I... sa... bel.” He repeated several times.
“This bastard is dying!” Another voice said.
“Get him out of the car before we are further compromised. I do not think he's the immortal’s brother. They should be the same. The ancestors say Satan blessed them both equally.”
Juan tried to speak again but couldn’t. Before he could open his mouth, the car stopped dead and they pushed him onto the road.
He would die, after all.
God, please, protect Isabel and Francisco, he thought as his body lost its vitality. Juan Carlos’ long life his mother offered him so many years ago gradually faded away when, at last, he began to enjoy it.
“The good is short,” he remembered his father saying and smiled. Yes, it had been short-lived, but intense and he was thankful.
He let the pain produced by the bullet overcome him as everything faded to black.
***
Isabel ran to the city hospital.
“Good evening. I've just been informed Juan Carlos Requena is here.” The words tumbled from her.
The nurse behind the counter smiled kindly as she searched the screen for the information she'd just been given.
Isabel had not stopped crying, something bad had happened to Juan Carlos. She hoped she arrived in time to tell him how fortunate she was to have meet him. Also, to tell him one damn time that she loved him.
She regretted not having told him all this time even though she knew he had to know. She was a fool, to believe things were happening too fast between them and it was not normal for her to love him so quickly. She had been silent and never told him her true feelings.
That night made her understand how important it was to never stop saying, not even once, how she truly loved him because as fast as he had come into her life, so quickly he could be taken away.
“They are operating now, madam. The waiting room is at the end of that corridor. Please try to have patience because the patient was in critical condition and the operation could last a while.”
Isabel just nodded.
“The police officer who found him will come by later to take statements due to the gunshot wound he received.”
Isabel remembered the shadows attacking them that night.
Goosebumps formed at the thought of the people who could know something about Juan Carlos' immortality.
She reached for her cell phone, and dialed Carlota's number.
There was no answer.
Next, she called her brother-in-law's cell phone. He did not answer.
Johanna did not answer either.
She took a deep breath. The walls of this hostile place seemed be closing in on her, cutting off her air and making it hard for her to think clearly.
The hours became eternal. She didn’t know many times she circled the room, how many others used the coffee machine, or how many times she called her loved ones on the other side of the ocean.
She sat in one of the chairs trying to relax, at that moment, she noticed the doctor coming out of intensive care area directly into the corridor where the waiting room was.
The man came in with a kind smile.
“I'm Dr. Peña. Good Morning.” She shook his hand kindly. A lump lodged in her throat. “Are you a relative of Mr. Requena?”
She just nodded.
“The operation was a success. We had to extract part of the liver because it was affected by the bullet, fortunately it is an organ that regenerates and Mr. Requena will recover very soon.”
Isabel breathed a sigh of relief.
Why didn’t his immortality work? She still remembered the night her brother-in-law shot him in the head. He survived that and was up five minutes after being wounded.
How could his liver not endure it now?
“Why was he shot?”
“He was kidnapped from home, Doctor. We were sleeping when it all happened.”
“You have to understand an investigation will be opened for this situation.”
“That is what I expect. I want to find the swine who did this to Juan Carlos.”
The doctor pressed his lips together in a thin line.
“Thank you so much for saving him.”
“No. Thank whoever called the police giving the exact location he was left. Also thanks to that anonymous person, they were able to locate you. I think you should talk to the police soon. You could be in danger if you have them watching you as closely as they appear to be.”
Isabel’s heart began to race.
Who was watching them? And most importantly Why?
The doctor gave her a slight squeeze.
“When he wakes up, we'll let you in to see him.”
“Thank you.”
***
Juan Carlos woke up completely sore. The white light in the room blinded him.
A beep in the room was piercing his brain that also hurt.
Where was he?
He blinked a couple of times and saw a woman dressed in blue checking several machines around the bed he was occupying. He intended to move, but the woman told him not to.
“Please, you need to rest, you were lucky to get to the hospital in time. Now you have to follow the doctor's orders so you can be released as soon as possible.” She immediately informed his relative to come in.
He just nodded.
He began to remember.
Some men dressed in black barged into his house, separating him from Isabel and hurting him...
Damn! ... Isabel ... where was she?
The beep sounded louder.
A nurse quickly came into his room.
“Sir, you must calm down!”
“Where is she?”
At that moment, the door opened and Juan Carlos was instantly filled with relief.
His beloved was there, with him.
Isabel ran to him and took him by the hand.
She was crying uncontrollably. She looked just as beautiful, but it broke his heart in a thousand pieces to know he caused those tears.
He didn’t want to hurt her. Never.
“I’m sorry.”
She insistently kissed the back of his hands and forehead.
She wept with joy, knowing she didn’t lose him.
Tears sprang up in his eyes.
“It's going to take a lot of work to get rid of me. It seems my mother was right after all and I did find my true love because I almost died.”
She smiled at him with confusion in her eyes.
“My mother,” Juan continued, “whenever she told us about the immortality legend, told us an ancestor, took the same eternal life potion, after several centuries, he encountered a woman who apparently sent him straight to his grave. It was believed, according to legend, that immortality can be annulled only by true love.”
Isabel smiled at him with amusement. She couldn’t doubt what he said because she herself was proving to corroborate everything said about that legend.
“I don’t want to get rid of you because I love you, Juan. I love you. Immortal or not, I don’t care. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
He kissed her tenderly on the lips.
“And you, my beloved. I love you with all my being.” Juan Carlos noticed how she continued to look concerned.
“It's all over. I think they let me go because I was about to die in their car.”
“It's serious, Juan, and it's not over yet.”
He studied her with doubt. How was it not over?
He suddenly remembered hearing his brother’s name.
“I think they asked me about my brother.”
She put a hand to her mouth and began to cry, but this time with anguish.
“What is it, honey?”
“They alerted the police with your name and the location they left you. They gave them my phone number and address, so I knew where you were. This is not over Juan. What do they want?”
Juan deduced the answer, quickly.
He must recover as soon as possible and find his brother.
He had to find him before these men did.
To be continued...
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