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“I don’t believe you.”
Leaning in, he places a kiss over my ear, then whispers, “There was no other woman. There will never be anyone else, because no other woman will ever measure up to you. It’s you or nothing. So take what you want, Sonia. Take what belongs to you!”
It’s more than I can handle. Unable to fight it any longer, I thrust my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth to mine, finally taking what I want with wild abandon.
I taste him greedily, biting his lips, sucking on his tongue as if it was his cock. He exhales into me and I breathe him in as if he’s the only oxygen I need.
He grabs my ass, lifting me as he presses me harder into the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, reveling in the feel of his dick against my sex. Damning the scraps of material between us.
“Fuck me, Santos,” I demand, tugging on his zipper until he springs free.
“I intend to.” He reaches between us and tears my panties aside, then in one thrust, he enters me.
I arch my back and gasp as his sudden intrusion robs me of air. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, driving into me furiously. And I don’t care. Because, like him, I need this. I need him to fill me, to destroy me from the inside out the way only he can.
Wrapping my arms around him, I hang on as I’m pounded into the wall. He changes the rhythm, slowing his thrusts, then pulls his cock out almost all the way before slamming back into me as deep as he can go. My cries are muffled by his kiss, where he inhales them, then pours them back into me with a growl.
“You’re still so tight. Fuck, you’re tight.” He roughly tugs my shirt up, bringing the bra with it to expose my breast. Releasing my lips, he trails his wet tongue down my throat to my nipple.
“Santos!” I throw back my head as he sucks me into his mouth hard.
Suddenly, we’re moving into the bedroom. Santos kicks the door shut behind us, then throws me onto the bed.
He turns on the light on the nightstand, and I get a really good look at his feral gaze. His toothy grin seems almost predatory as he takes in the sight of me, widening slightly when he reaches the spot between my legs where the fabric of my panties lies torn.
I push up on my elbows and watch him back, feeling the same hunger I see in him. Loving the way his hair is mussed from where I’ve pulled on it and how his hard dick poking through his fly is glistening with my juices.
“Take off your shirt, Sonia,” he orders, and I do as he says because I’m aware that now that I’ve asked for what I wanted, he’s done with giving me control. “Open your legs a little more for me,princesa. Let me see you better.”
Slowly, I spread my legs wider, exposing my pussy to him. The bits of my underwear tear further, allowing the coolness of the room to fan over my wetness, reminding me of just how much he arouses me.
Santos climbs on the bed, bringing his thighs beneath mine, forcing me to open wider for him. “I love this jean skirt on you,” he says, gathering the material higher on my waist. Then he trails his finger farther down to my pubic bone. “But I love the way your pussy looks after I’ve fucked it even more.”
He fists his dick and rubs the head of it over my clit, causing me to moan and drop back onto the mattress. But when he places it over my entrance and thrusts, I practically come off the bed, feeling his intrusion deeper this time.
“You feel me inside you? That’s where I belong.” He drives into me again. “From here on out, you will not go a day without taking me into your body. I’m going to live inside you. You are mine, Sonia. Do you understand me?”
“Yes!” I moan, willing to accept whatever he says as long as he fulfills that promise.
“Good girl.” He grabs an ankle in each hand, changing my position at will as he fucks me, varying the angles at which he slides in.
I’m mindless as I’m on the verge of climaxing, thrashing beneath him from the assault on my senses. As if he knows I’m near to desperation and wants to end me on the spot, he reaches between us and gently touches the tip of my clit, rubbing tiny circles around it.
I grasp the sheets as I’m flung into a climax that’s so long overdue, it’s straddles the line between pleasure and pain, blurring it to the point I’m not sure which I’m feeling.
Somewhere in the distance, I hear the sound of his own release. The tempo of his powerful thrusts increases, then all but stops as he roars my name, filling me in that way I will always crave.
When he’s done, he drops onto me but keeps us joined. His lips graze mine softly. “I’ve missed you,” he whispers against them, sliding in and out of me ever so slowly, his dick just as hard as before.
“You’ve had me for five years,” I say sleepily.
“It seems much longer than that since I’ve tasted you.” He dips his head, kissing me again. “What’s the matter?” he asks when he sees the expression on my face.
I move my palms over his ribcage to the strong muscles of his arms, reveling in his heat. “Having sex hasn’t changed our situation, Santos.”
“You’re wrong about that. Everything has fucking changed.” He nibbles on my throat, and I tilt my head back to give him better access.
“I still don’t remember our marriage and there might still be a psychopath gang searching for me.”
