“I’m not leaving, mi reina. I’m not going anywhere. I don’t give a shit what Carmen said. I don’t care what doubts are in your head. You want to fight? I’ll fight. You want to push me away? Fine, push. But I’m still going to be right here, loving you like it’s the only damn thing that matters. Because it is.”
She swallows hard, blinking rapidly, and I can practically see the moment her defenses start to crumble. It’s glorious. Beautiful. Just like her.
I lower myself, pressing my forehead to hers. Lety exhales, eyes fluttering close. She reaches up to grip my arms, as if trying to keep herself steady. That’s what I want to be for her. Her anchor in a storm when she needs it.
“You are not just another woman. You’rethewoman. Mine.”
Her hands tighten around my arms, and when she finally meets my eyes, I see it—that flicker of belief. There’s war still raging inside her, yes, but also hope.
And hope is all I need.
I kiss her. Because she’s done hearing words. She needs to see and feel them.
Her lips move in time with mine, and I feel her worries and fears start to fall away. I gather her in my arms, and she yelps as I pick her up. “César! What are you doing?” Her voice is breathless, unbridled desire coating her words.
I smirk. “I’m taking my girl to bed, so I can show her just how serious I am.”
“Oh. Okay, yeah.” She’s flustered. It’s cute.
I’ve never made love to a woman before. I’ve fucked plenty. Had passionate sex. Rough sex. Many different types. But never love. I make sure to show it in every move I make.
In the way that I strip her of her clothes, kissing down her collarbone, tasting the sweetness of her skin. The little breathy moans she makes spur me on. I unclasp her bra, freeing her glorious tits from their confines, and immediately take her nipple into my mouth.
“Baby,” she moans.
It’s music to my fucking ears.
I don’t remember how the rest of our clothes fell to the floor or who took them off. I’m consumed by the woman underneath me. I break down each of her walls with a kiss, savoring the way she tastes on my tongue. Perfect. It feels like the start of forever.
And then I’m inside of her. I bury my cock deep within her, claiming her from the inside out.
“You. Are. Mine,” I moan in her ear between thrusts. Each movement is a claiming and an undoing. But also a beginning.
The beginning of us.
I move faster, more urgently. The bed creaks under our weight, and Lety arches her back off the mattress.
“César, please,” she moans. She’s close. I feel it. But so am I.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I press the pad of my thumb down on her clit and still.
She whines, trying to grind down to reach her release, but I pull my hand back. “Say it. Say you’re mine, and I’ll let you come, mi reina.”
“Fuck, okay. Okay, I’m yours, César. I swear to God if you make me regret this, I will kill you. I—Ah!” Her words end in a breathy moan as my finger finds her clit once again.
Her body tenses before her orgasm rips through her, and she’s coming for my cock. I follow close behind, filling her. Claiming her once and for all. She will never have to question my feelings for her. And if she does, I’ll simply show her again and again.
But there’s no running. Because I will always chase her. And if she wants to run away to a cabin like she told me in the private chat, then I’ll run away with her.
After we clean up, we lay in her bed, her head resting against my chest.
“I love you, Lety,” I murmur, needing her to hear again.
She doesn’t speak at first, just traces circles around my chest with her finger. Finally, she looks up at me. The fear from earlier doesn’t linger. Just peace. Acceptance. “Remember what I said, César. Break my heart and I will kill you. Or make your life hell. I have all your passwords, you know.”
I can’t help but laugh. My evil, vengeful girl. I got a lifetime of this. I just hope it will be enough. “Noted, mi reina. I’ll protect your heart.”
I realize that she hasn’t said “I love you” back. That’s okay. I can be patient. I can wait just a little longer for her to say it back.
