AYLA HURST

All the chapters are available here:  https://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/no-mans-land.html The full story is in Spanish available here:  https://aylahurst.blogspot.com/p/alaskan-bush-people.html When I opened my eyes the morning was well advanced. I turned quickly to see if Matt was still at my side or it had simply been a dream. There was no one, the bed was cold, but there was no doubt that someone had been there: I could not say for sure if he had spent the whole night at my side or if he had just been awhile and gone back to the couch, the question was that it was gone. A chill ran down my spine as I discovered my thin silk pyjama from the blankets, covered myself with a pink sweater, and went to fetch Matt. At first I thought he would be in the bathroom, but the water did not run, and he hated showers, he preferred the cold river water to a relaxing hot bath. I went down the stairs desperately, shouting his name. The sofa blankets were rumpled and the mini bar doors ...

-Inclínate Ayla, eso es…-la voz de Matt era profunda y grave. Su pecho desnudo estaba perlado de sudor. Dejé que me colocase como él quería. Tumbada sobre la cama, con las caderas hacia arriba y las piernas separadas. Intenté levantar el rostro, pero, con extraño cuidado, me agarró del pelo y me empujó contra el colchón, dándome un desagradable tirón en el cuello. -No te muevas, estás perfecta.-susurró mientras me miraba con sus enormes ojos azules. Tragué saliva. No podía ver lo que había enfrente de mí, pero podía escuchar las olas del mar y el olor a sal, y las partículas de arena blanca que arrastraba el viento y depositaba en mi pelo. El sol de mediodía me acariciaba cálido el rostro. Le sentí empujarme para penetrarme mientras yo me estremecía. No era agradable, lo notaba más hinchado de lo normal. Yo estaba tensa, humillada en una incómoda postura que estaba empezando a pasar factura a mis lumbares. No le importó que yo no estuviese lo suficientemente húmeda para recib...