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What the heck is it about this woman?
Never in my life have I ever had this overwhelming need to take care of someone. Sure, there’s Callum and Róisín, and everyone that makes up Ár n-áit, and my natural inclination to watch out for them all to varying degrees. But they’re my family. The feeling isn’t the same.
This… this is something new and not altogether comfortable.
But looking into Maricela’s midnight dark eyes, so full of some kind of tortured hope, I’ll be damned if I can bring myself to make what I know is the wise choice.
Instead, I dip my head and press my lips to hers, doing what I can to soothe and comfort her.
Where the bejeezus has that notion come from?
And then all those thoughts are driven from my head when her soft mouth yields under mine.
I gather her to me, pressing her close, nibbling at her plump lips in a kiss which is outrageously PG. Well, it starts off that way, at least. It’s not long before I give in to the lust thrumming through my veins, encouraging her to open up to me so our mouths can mate in the age-old rhythm of desire.
My tongue dances eagerly with hers, tasting the sweetness of her lips, and I can feel the prickly electricity of lust coursing between us.
Without conscious thought, my fingers find their way under the oversized t-shirt she’s wearing, eager to find her soft, silky skin. A groan is wrenched from my throat when I realize she’s braless, and I thrum my thumbs over her peaking nipples while my mouth waters to taste those tight, berry peaks.
Her hands tremble as she grips at the back of my shirt, her nails digging into my skin in a desperate attempt to anchor herself to me. A cry of pleasure escapes her lips as I graze a path down her neck with my teeth, taking in the sweet taste of her soap-fresh skin.
Gently, I pull at the fabric of her t-shirt, wanting to unveil the treasures hidden beneath, but giving her plenty of time to object. I never want Maricela to think she doesn't have a choice in this.
For something so simple, the anticipation is almost unbearable, but she doesn't stop me, and I take a deep breath to steady myself as I finally reveal her smooth, tanned skin. I'm immediately enthralled by the sight, my eyes tracing the delicate lines and curves that unfold before me.
My hands continue to roam, exploring her body with the gentleness of a lover and the urgency of a man possessed.
She lets out a soft whimper, and I can sense her own desire building as I trace the curve of her waist, feeling the heat of her skin, and moving up so my fingertips brush against the sensitive skin just under her breasts.
I can feel the rapid beat of her heart beneath my fingers.
My lips capture her earlobe, and I bite down gently, whispering words of affection that are completely alien to me.
I'm taking things slow. Not my usual MO, but I can't help but lose myself in this moment. A moment which feels as though we are suspended in time. And still the air is thick with the scent of our hunger for each other.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper, cradling her face, my thumbs gently tracing the line of her cheekbones with a tenderness I've never been known for.
Maricela's eyes flutter shut, her breath catching in her throat as she takes in my words. She leans in, silently giving all of herself to me.
It's way more than I deserve.
I'm aware of the vulnerability and yearning emanating from her soul, and I know I’m not the best keeper of those emotions. I will selfishly take them all though, because I wasn’t lying when I told her I'm a monster.
I’ll take all the sweetness she wants to give me and absorb it, keeping it for myself and giving back far less than she deserves.
That’s just who I am.
Still, I’m unnaturally considerate as I reach down and gently take her hand, leading her to the bed and stripping off the boxers she's wearing.
As I continue to stroke her skin, her breath hitches, and her back arches, releasing a small sigh of pleasure.
But I can feel the rage within me, just a fraction beneath my skin. The fire that burns hot and intense, scorching everything in its path, is only very lightly masked by this veneer of civility I've shrouded myself with, and it's thinning with every breath I take.
My hands itch to possess her. "You're mine," I say, my voice barely audible but filled with undeniable truth.
I lean in closer, my breath hot and heavy on her face, and whisper, "You turn me into wildfire, and I will consume everything you give to me."
Maricela's eyes fly open, and she looks deep into my gaze, but there's a fire in her own eyes too. One that mirrors the storm in my own soul.
