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“I remember everything you say,mi amor.”

I nod and look away, not knowing what to say. “Thank you.” Feeling antsy, I start to walk away, not knowing where to go or what to do.

“What can I do, Irma?” he asks firmly. “What can I say?” I face him again and see him run a hand through his hair and pull at the ends before dropping his hand. The evident vexation uncharacteristic of him. “I can’t take this from you anymore.”

Is he giving up on me? Is he tired of me? Did I make him lose interest?

“What can I do to make you forgive me?” he pleads with me, half angry, half desperate.

“I do forgive you, Alejo.” The words spill from my lips before I can think. He instantly closes the gap between us in just two long strides, and his hands go to my face to cup it. I feel my lip begin to tremble, and I swallow the lump forming in my throat. “I’m just so terrified,” I whisper.

“Of what,mi amor? Of me?” His voice is gentle, and his features are soft. He only ever looks at me like this.

“That you might change your mind again. If I let you back in, you could break my heart again. I wouldn’t survive it a second time.” I bite my lips and squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to cry.

“Irma, my love, you have to believe me when I say that I love you and I only did what I thought was the right thing to do. I didn’t want to. I swear it.” I know Alejo really is a man of his word, despite what I might have said. He doesn’t say things that he doesn’t mean. He’s not impulsive, and is very calculating.

I peel my eyelids back to look up into his brown eyes. I miss seeing him smile. The way his skin crinkles at the corners of his eyes. “So, what makes this time any different? My life will still be in danger when I’m with you. Even without Sergio out there. You still have enemies. You always will. What if something happens again? Are you going to—”

“No, my love.” His grip tightens on my face, and he presses his body into mine, sending shivers down me. “I thought by letting you go, I was proving how strong my love was for you. But I was very wrong. Maybe it’s the right thing to do for some people, but not us. We simply cannot live without each other. You and I would die without the other. Once you and I connected, in one single glance, we became bonded for life. To sever that bond would be death for us. We need each other to breathe, for our hearts to beat, for our world to keep spinning.”

I stare up at him through bleary eyes. I don’t know when my fists tangled in his shirt, but I’m digging my nails into it, and I cannot believe what I’m hearing. Could it be? Could he really feel for me what I feel for him? I know the answer to that. I think I always have. I was just too stubborn to see it.

My hands fly up and clamp down on the back of his neck, pulling him down so that I can smash my lips against his. This kiss is nothing like any other kiss we’ve shared. It’s rough and desperate, like it’s our first and last kiss ever. We kiss each other as if we’re about to die at any moment.

His hands grip the backs of my thighs, and I jump up to wrap my legs around him as we each continue to battle for the upper hand. I bite his bottom lip, and he bites my tongue. He pushes his mouth harder against mine, and I push back. We’re in a total frenzy right now.

I feel my body go horizontal and the mattress underneath me. But I still feel like I’m flying. I hate myself right now for denying us both this. I was furious with him and hurt, but I know why he did it. He thought that’s what you do when you love someone so much. When you love them more than yourself. You make sacrifices. But the only sacrifice we can make is dying together rather than living miserably apart.

Alejo literally tears at my clothes, ripping the tank top and shorts I’m wearing to shreds. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, my breasts spill out when he tears my shirt in half. He removes his mouth from mine, causing me to whimper, but when he starts feasting on my breasts, I gasp and moan in pleasure. My fingers dig into his hair, and I hold him close to me.

“I missed you,” I whisper as he sucks and pulls on my nipples.

“Mi amor, you have no idea,” he responds in a raspy voice, and I don’t argue, even though he’s wrong. I do have a very good idea. It’s not that I didn’t want him, I was being stubborn. I was so fucking angry and hurt, I didn’t know how to truly forgive him. Not until now.

As he continues to ravage me, he yanks at the waistband of my shorts, and I feel the button pop off and the zipper rip. He yanks them down, taking my underwear with them. I start pulling at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine. He lifts his head up for a moment and reaches behind him to pull his shirt up and over his head as I scramble to help him. As soon as it’s gone, I run my hands all over the beautiful puckered skin on his back.

He slides a hand down between my legs and thrusts two fingers inside of me, but I need more. “Please, Alejo. I’m so ready for you,” I arch my back and whine.

Alejo removes his mouth from my breasts and looks up at me. His hair is disheveled, and his pupils are fully dilated. His mouth hangs open, and his chest is heaving. He’s never looked so sexy before. So damn beautiful.

He stands to his feet to take his pants and briefs off, and I peel off the rest of my shirt so that I’m completely bare for him. He stands there for a moment and just drinks in my body as I lie there, waiting for him and doing the same. He climbs back on top of me. “You are my everything.” He strokes my hair back and softly caresses my face. The way he’s looking at me makes me want to cry. I can see the love and adoration he has for me. It mirrors my own. “You are my purpose for being here.” He thrusts his hips forward and steals the air from my lungs as he shoves his way inside me.

I cry out his name and wrap my limbs around him, locking him inside of me. He begins moving as he rests his forehead on mine, looking me in the eye, muttering sweet words under his breath. This man, my life with this man, it’s out of this realm. It’s too surreal to be happening to me.

Alejo is making sweet love to me, but I need him to punish me right now. Punish me for being so damn stubborn and foolish. For denying us both this pleasure that we so desperately need.

“Don’t be gentle with me, Alejo,” I say in a breathy voice. “Neither of us are gentle beings. I denied you for so long. Show me how that made you feel,” I antagonize him.

His face tightens, and he breathes hard through his nose. He pulls out of me and grips my hips. In one single motion, he flips me onto my stomach, then he yanks my hips up high in the air and thrusts inside of me in one brutal motion before I can even get my bearings. He immediately begins to pound into me, and I fist the sheets, trying to hold on as his balls slap my clit with every brutal thrust.

“Is this what you need,mi amor? You need me to show you exactly what you do to me?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

He continues to pound me, and he reaches around to rub my clit with his fingers. It only takes a few seconds for me to detonate. I explode and clench around him, but he doesn’t even let up for a single second. Doesn’t even slow down. “My stubborn girl,” he growls, and removes his fingers from my clit to give my ass a good smack. It stings, and he doesn’t even rub the area to soothe it. “Eres mío, Irma. Mine to do with as I please. Do you understand? You will never deny me again. Ever.” His voice is scary, but it only turns me on more.

He grips my ass cheeks violently and spreads them. He lets out a groan and slides a finger down my crack, stopping at my hole back there. “Next time you deny me your affection or you deny mine, I’m taking you here. Whether you’re ready for it or not.”

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