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Amid the chaos of our dangerous situation, Griselda and I found solace in stolen moments of normalcy. We created a place where we could share meals, engage in conversations that transcended the madness around us, and, unexpectedly, find laughter.
Griselda took a breath, her eyes still reflecting the emotions stirred by my revelation. "My family is a lot less complicated, in a way. My mother raised me alone. My father died when I was very young.”
The honesty in her words struck a chord. I wanted to respond with equal openness to share my own experiences, but some wounds were harder to expose.
"I can relate to the absent father part," I began carefully, choosing my words. "My mother passed away when I was young, and I was left in the care of my father, a man whose definition of parenting was questionable at best."
Her gaze held mine, a mix of empathy and curiosity, inviting me to continue.
"He was always absent emotionally," I added, my voice carrying the weight of the memories. "And when he was present, it was suffocating, unbearable. Punishments were a norm for the smallest of 'offenses.' My escape was through learning, books, and eventually, building my world."
A somber atmosphere hung around us, the weight of unspoken pain mingling with the scent of our meal. Griselda's quiet understanding was a balm to my soul, making it easier to peel back layers I rarely exposed.
"I used to be fascinated by cars," I continued, steering the conversation towards a lighter note. "My mother and I would watch races together on TV. She was my source of strength."
Griselda listened intently, her eyes reflecting a mix of sorrow and understanding.
"But life," I said, "has a way of testing your strength. Losing her was the hardest blow."
Chapter 19
Griselda
Theanticipationbetweenushad been building, a magnetic pull that seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. His presence, his smile, the way he looked at me—it was all part of a force that I couldn't deny or ignore. I found myself falling under Emilio’s spell.
The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow that bathed the room in a soft light. We stood there, the atmosphere charged with live energy. Emilio took a step closer, his eyes holding a silent question, a desire that mirrored my own.
At that moment, as the afternoon sun kissed our skin, we yielded to the magnetic pull that had been growing between us. Our lips met in a kiss that was electric and fiery, a collision of longing and affection that sent a rush of warmth through me.
The kiss seemed to last forever, and yet not nearly long enough. When we finally pulled away, I felt a sense of loss, an ache for more. Emilio's eyes bore into mine.
“Should we take it to the room?” He panted.
I didn’t bother answering. Instead, I grabbed him by his hand, wordlessly, and he followed me to my bedroom. Memories of when we had gotten interrupted by his father flashed in my head. Even though I had berated myself for giving in, I didn’t care anymore.
I wasn’t going to let anything interrupt us this time. Behind the closed door, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just us and the unspoken desires that had been simmering for so long.
In the quiet intimacy of that room, we allowed ourselves to be pulled by the magnetic force of our attraction.
I smiled when I felt his calloused palms skim over my smooth skin, shivering when his fingers dug in hungrily. He groped lazily at my soft flesh, mapping the dips and curves of my body with practiced hands.
When I’d had enough of Emilio’s teasing, I rolled over to face him, gripping his face in both hands and dragged him in for a kiss. The moment his lips touched mine, fireworks lit behind my eyes, as they always did when I kissed Emilio.
Our mouths moved against one another leisurely, as if we had all the time in the world to enjoy each other’s bodies, though I knew that wasn’t the case.
I panted in a whisper when he finally pulled away, staring into his crystal blue eyes. I scratched my nails through his beard, drawing a pleased rumble from his chest that made me smile and lean in to nuzzle his jaw.
He wrapped his arms around my lower back and pulled me in closer until our naked bodies were pressed flush together. His hardness throbbed against my belly, a reminder of his ravenous desire for me.
I hummed in acknowledgment, pressing kisses to his throat.
Emilio let out a little growl and covered my body with his own. His mouth hitched up in a grin. He reached between our bodies, deft fingers finding the slit at the juncture of my thighs and began stroking my dampening folds.
“Mm, always so wet when my fingers visit,” he murmured, sounding exceptionally pleased.
His eyes sparkled with delight as he stared down at me, watching pleasure contort my features.
My face heated at his devoted attention, a gasp catching in my throat when his thumb flicked over my clit. A moan was building in my chest, but it couldn’t escape past my panting breaths as Emilio’s fingers worked their magic on my dripping center.
