“Si, Papi… por favor.”
God, those words, from those lips, that body, my Angel…I lose all semblance of control.
He is mine.
All mine. Only mine.
I’ve earned him. He is my reward.
My pajarito is coming undone for my praise while I kiss and nuzzle my face between his legs. Losing myself in teasing him with the soothe to his ache when all hethinkshe wants is to end my life.
“God, I’ve missed you, little bird…” I groan, running my lips the length of him until his hips buck and I chuckle wickedly.
Mine.
You will be mine, Angel Alvarez.
In one quick motion, I crawl over him, trapping him beneath me on the bed, pinning his wrists at his sides. Gazing up at me, he doesn’t appear angry with himself like the last time he succumbed to me. His green eyes are loathing of this truth,yes. But more than anything, he appears mesmerized.
Every desperate bit as confounded as I am.
That’s my cue to destroy him again.
Snatching his father’s knife from his hand, I press the blade to his throat, softly enough, though he still grunts. His Adam’s apple bobs and he exhales a quivering breath that pumps even more blood between my legs.
I press it into his, and he purrs.
“I’m not letting you fly away this time, pajarito…” I whisper.
And then I drop my mouth to his.
Oh… Fuck. Yes…
Yes yes yes… Dios mio…
“OhGod, kiss me, Angel…” I growl, feeding him my tongue.
“Kiss medeeper, Diablo,” he mewls, grinding himself beneath me, opening and melting.
“Fuck, baby, so good…” I groan, releasing his wrists to wrap my hand around his throat.
He stiffens in panic, but doesn’t fight when he feels the knife pressed into his side.
I keep kissing him while squeezing his pressure point, blocking him from breathing. His lips stop kissing me back while he jerks and struggles, losing oxygen, but it’s too late.
He’s already mine.
I squeeze just enough for him to pass out, then I pull my hand away.
Kissing his pillowy lips a few more times while he’s unconscious, I’m basking in it. The fact that Ihavehim.
Finally, I have him again.
He’s mine. For good, this time.
“Mmm… sweet little bird,” I hum breathlessly. “I knew you’d come back to me..” Sitting back with a breath, I comb fingers through my hair. Gazing down at his beauty. “Now… let’s get you into your cage, shall we?”
I’ve been foggy for days.
