“I have.I want to know if the truth is worse than my imaginings.”
“The truth.Always.”He knelt on the mattress and clasped her hand.“You know I would never hurt you, right?”
She nodded and stroked her fingers down his whiskered cheek.“Open up to me.Share your past.Tell me about your life.Whatever you have to say, I can handle it.”
He stilled, not even daring to breathe.Her gentle plea wrapped around him in innocence.Naiveté.She didn’t know what she was asking.It was impossible.He couldn’t—no,wouldn’t—do as she wanted.Why couldn’t she understand that?
Sighing, she dropped her gaze.Then she blinked up at him.“Make love to me.We could’ve died tonight.I could’ve lost you when we had only just found each other.”
He clasped her face with his palms and kissed her hard, as though he would die that very second if he didn’t have her taste on his lips.Chocolate.Dios mío.She tasted of chocolate.He moaned, desperate to eat her up.She clutched his arms and kissed him with the passion of a woman in need—a woman taking her due.Just as she should.Nearly breathless, he stripped off her dress and underwear with shaky jerks and exposed her luscious curves to his hungry gaze.
“Do you know what you do to me?”He brushed his lips down the slope of her neck.A light sheen of salt already slicked her skin.
Her breathing sharpened.“Maybe.”
She lay back against the mound of pillows like a temptress, so beautiful and ripe for the taking.He palmed her breasts and hips before he slid his fingers to the dampness between her thighs.She gasped the sweetest sound and rotated her hips.Her musky arousal ripped a groan from his mouth.
Enrique tore off his boxers and climbed between her legs.His throbbing cock stood at attention.He drank in the sight of her, the way her pussy glistened with anticipation, how her belly quivered, and the mesmerizing rise and fall of her chest as she panted for air.She was his.Tomorrow, he would make it official.His bride.His wife.His woman.All his.
Mine.
He slid into paradise.Her tightness enveloped him in searing heat.
“Ahh!”Lourdes arched her back and took him all in.Her eyes widened.
“Fuck, you feel good.”Enrique groaned the words against her mouth and shifted his hips to the rhythm of his thrashing heart.The sound of her cries filled his ears and shot his ego through the roof.He moved faster, stroking her deeper.Declaring his desire, his ownership, his unending need for her with every powerful thrust.
“Más,”Lourdes panted for more and gripped him harder.
Her nails bit his skin in pleasurable pain, marking him as hers.And damn it, he was hers.All hers.He reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit in slow, calculated circles.
“Dios mío.”Her eyes fluttered shut.“Please, don’t stop.Never stop.”
“Look at me.”He clasped her face as her eyelids snapped open.“Shatter.”As if she needed his permission, her sweet pussy convulsed around him in waves of bliss.
She cried out.Her body trembled with the force of her orgasm.
He thrust twice more and joined her in ecstasy.His seed spread like wildfire in the depths of her core.Her inner muscles contracted and claimed every drop.
Let it be tonight,he prayed.Let us make a baby.
Enrique pulled free and rolled to the side, taking her with him, so she was nestled against his chest.Cool air caressed his burning cock.He rubbed himself and soothed the prickling sensations.She wrapped her leg around his and drew closer as if she longed to crawl inside him.She already had—in his heart, as black as it was.She owned him, body and soul.
“You’re mine.”Possessiveness swept through him.He brushed the sweat-damp hair from her forehead and pulled the twisted sheet up their entwined bodies.Once she drifted off to sleep, he blew out a deep breath.The ceiling pressed down on him as the weight of his problems crept back in.With Zayas out there somewhere, plotting only the saints knew what, he had to stay one step ahead.Whatever it took.
Or he would lose everything he held dear.
