“Say it again,” he commands, slowly pushing his lubed finger into my back hole.
“Efren.”
“I’m claiming this ass, Alma. The same way I claimed your mouth in this room.”
My breath flees from me, my body succumbing to the delicious way he fucks me with his finger.
“That’s it, Almita, let go.”
And I do. I surrender the need to control, giving it to him.
“God, it feels so good,” I confess.
“Hold on tight, Kitten.”
I clench at his absence, and then I feel the tip of him at my entrance and suck in a breath. Pain courses through my body, but the pleasure mixed in is incomparable.
There is so much chaos around us, and yet this is where we control it. Pushing and challenging one another to experience the pain and morphing it into something devastatingly beautiful.
My knuckles turn white as I hold on to the metal rings. Slowly, I feel him slide inside. Tears pool in my eyes as he pushes deeper. The pain is there, but there’s also this out of body surrenderance as I let him take from me. Every thrust is a merging between us. A carnal contract that we belong only to each other.
We are for each other. Tears flood my eyes, but not from the pain that’s slowly beginning to subside. I’m realizing how much he means to me. It’s the fear that he could be ripped from me the same way everything else I love has been.
I arch my back and embrace the third wave that stirs in my belly. When I cum again, it’s more intense and powerful than anything I can imagine. I grind into him as I ride out the wave, letting myself cry out. Letting myself feel everything that comes with loving him. Even if I don’t have the words to express it, I let my body feel it.
Releasing my grasp, I fall back into him. He embraces me tightly as he empties himself inside of me. He holds me in his arms, my body sore and spent. He doesn’t move right away. His breath is warm against the back of my neck, his arms wrapped tight around me.
There’s no rush to fill the silence. I swallow back the lump in my throat, but the tears don’t stop falling. After a moment, he presses a kiss to my shoulder and whispers, “Why are you crying, darling?”
I almost tell him I don’t know, but I do. It’s everything. The way he touches me like I’m something fragile and still chooses to hold on. How I keep waiting for everything good to be taken from me the way it always has been.
“I just—” My voice catches. “I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to lose you.”
He turns me gently, thumb brushing the tears from my cheeks. “Hey, what did I tell you? Yo contigo.”
“Tu conmigo,” I say, quiet but certain.
I want to believe him. And for a moment, under the hum of the neon cross and the fading echoes of our bodies, I do.
Chapter 32
Alma
Efren stares at me from the kitchen, and my heart races thinking about the night before. About the way I woke up tangled in him.
“I take it you guys don’t hate each other anymore?” Mireya asks, pulling my attention back to her.
I look away, and Efren goes back to cutting meat. Mireya and Adrian invited us each separately, and they appeared surprised when we showed up, our hands clasped tightly. I give her a sheepish smile.
“Cabrona. I knew it!” she exclaims.
“We’ve been civil,” I lie.
“He doesn’t look at youcivilly,” Mireya emphasizes the last word, her eyes narrowing on me. “I need to know everything!”
“Why do you need to know everything?” I laugh.
“Because! I planned this whole dinner to see if you both could put your differences aside and stand up in the wedding together.” Her eyes soften, and she takes a deep breath. “I want you to be my maid of honor.”
