Page 74 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

“No, please,” I whisper brokenly, not wanting to give in, because then I’ll belong to a vicious monster.

A monster who I won't be able to run away from in the morning.

Here, with the moonlight as our only witness, this is just a fantasy no one will know about.

Sex means nothing, just a meeting of the flesh.

What he wants is something else.

Something that will destroy me if I'm not careful enough.

“Dilo.”

My eyes snap open, meeting his, something unreadable flashing in them, and I can almost feel the wild beating of our hearts as if this moment is important.

Admitting it will be the biggest mistake of my life.

Looking at him right now though, the way he hovers above me, all powerful, ready to claim me, I remember his scars and how deep down vulnerability lives inside his dark soul.

And maybe a heart.

Once upon a time, a beast fell in love with the beauty and become a dashing prince.

Only, my life has never been a fairy tale, so hope no longer resides in my soul.

However, my betraying heart reacts to the odd craving in his voice and succumbs to its plea and the possessiveness that for now soothes my wounds, even though tomorrow everything will be different.

We will be enemies once again who fight on opposite sides of each other.

Darkness and light cannot coexist with each other in peace. One of them always wins.

Swallowing, I answer him, and his entire demeanor transforms, becoming more untamed and heated. “I belong to you. I’m yours.” And I cry out when he enters me with one swift thrust, stretching my walls around his hard length, connecting us, making us one.

He covers my mouth, delivering a passionate, maddening kiss that shakes everything inside me as he jerks back only to slam back in again, moving us on the bed.

His thrusts are relentless, his body unapologetic as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into me while we exchange addicting kisses as the pool of desire grows and grows within me, ready to erupt at any moment, filling us both with endless bliss.

Shifting his hands down, he hooks my thighs over his elbows, giving himself better access, and his thrusts become even harder when he plants himself deep, pushing and pushing against me, bringing me closer to the brink. I circle his neck with my arms, needing him with me in this moment.

Our mouths separate for a second as we gulp for breath before connecting again. His movements speed up, and I feel tickling sensations filling me from head to toe, my core clenching around him tighter and tighter as he delivers his powerful strokes.

My nails rake his back, making him arch in my arms while he drives into me, building the pressure that’s pushing to the surface, closer and closer, until all-consuming pleasure bursts inside me and I tear my mouth away, crying out while riding the waves.

Slight tremors continue to shake me as I focus my stare on Santiago. The amplitude of emotions this man can evoke in me should be forbidden for how powerful they are.

One, two, three more thrusts and he stiffens inside me and comes, my core spasming around him, as he bites on my lower lip, and I know it will sting later.

Only then I realize he must have put on a condom at some point, as he didn't spill inside me.

He rolls to the side, disposes of the condom, and coldness surrounds me, my body missing his already, and a whimper almost escapes me, but I rein it back in.

In the darkness, the monster can claim his bride, but in the light, they will be separated once again.

I might be his wife legally, but I could never be truly his, because what sane woman would accept such treatment?

I want to bolt, the feeling inside me too raw to think straight or withstand the guilt ready to slam into me, when he lies on his back and flips me on my stomach so I rest on his chest.

He pushes my head toward his hard chest, running his hand over my hair, and murmurs, “Duerme, mi esposa. I will guard your dreams.”

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