Page 61 of Till Death Do Us Part

Pressing my lips together, I tilted my head.

“We’re done talking.” Aléjandro’s lips curled as he scooped me from the floor and carried me to the bed.

“Your arm,” I exclaimed.

“Fuck my arm.” He laid me on top of the turned-down covers. “I’ll keep my word.”

I let out a breath as I looked up at him.

“You won’t sleep tonight until you’re too wrung out to dream.”

I squirmed at his words. It wasn’t only what he was saying and how he was saying it. My husband’s expression was laser focused and intense. The concoction melted my resolve as his smoldering gaze caused my breathing to hitch.

Aléjandro took a step back and unbuttoned his shirt. While he wouldn’t admit that his arm was still hurting, I picked out the grimaces he made every now and then as he undressed. I took my time devouring with my eyes the body I’d washed before dinner. My attention was drawn to the silver scars littering his golden flesh. From this distance they stood out even more than they had in the shower. While I didn’t know how he’d gotten them, I knew in my world—and I imagined his—scars were viewed as badges of honor, times when he’d stared death in the face and come out victorious.

I didn’t want to think about Aléjandro in conjunction with death. Instead, I let my gaze linger on his wide shoulders and down to his sculptured abdomen. When he turned, he had those dimples above his firm ass that did something to me. It wasn’t until he wore only his black silk boxer shorts that he turned down the interior lights, filling our cabin with the blue hue from out on the balcony.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I’d fought once before.

I didn’t want to fight.

That meant I needed to trust him.

Aléjandro didn’t repeat himself, giving me time to comply.

And comply I did.

A low growl filled the air and the mattress dipped as starting from the bottom, he crawled onto the bed. Knee, fist, knee, fist…he was back to being that predator, and soon I would be his prey.

Once Aléjandro reached my ankles, he pulled me down, causing me to gasp. The coarseness of his cheeks tingled my nerves. His affections began measured and controlled, yet the higher his kisses and nips came on my ankles, legs, and inner thighs, the faster and more unpredictable his movements became. The slow burn of his assault ignited fires throughout my circulation. With each kiss the temperature within me rose.

You’re not him.

I didn’t realize I needed to say the words, but having said them, I sensed a deeper connection to the man currently showing my body reverence. This was a man who accepted my limitations, heeded my lines, and still was finding a way to bring me pleasure.

My insides melted as Aléjandro brought his lips to my folds and his tongue delved within me. I reached for the sheets, clawing at the material as he pushed my legs apart, pressed my knees back, and buried his face in my core.

My God Almighty. I wasn’t certain what he was doing, but I knew it was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. His tongue flicked faster, his fingers adding to my pleasure.

“You taste fucking sweet.” His dark stare met mine. “From the night of the wedding when I smelled your arousal, I knew you would be.”

That night I slapped him.

Now…

My head fell back as he again buried his face between my legs.

The noises filling my ears were raw, wet, slobbering, and uncivilized. A younger me would be humiliated that I was turned on by this savagery. Today’s me knew there was no way to deny my reaction. What he was doing was something from a new level of sexual encounter. My muscles contracted and spasmed.

His arm cradled my hips as they began to buck, holding me in place. Oh God, it was almost painful how tight he wound my body. My orgasm hit with the strength of a tornado, my brain fried, and my nerves shredded, swirling into the funnel cloud of destruction.

“I came,” I panted.

Aléjandro didn’t slow, a man on a mission, licking and drawing out my body’s reaction.

Shit.

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