Page 99 of Raspados & Regret

“Then be quiet loud.”

His eyes flash. “That makes no sense.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Unfortunately, I do.”

He pulls me down by the neck and kisses me hard, then whispers against my mouth, “Hands under my knees.”

I blink. “What?”

“You heard me.” His voice turns soft and commanding. “Put your hands under my knees and lift me up a little.”

I do what he says because apparently my body now takes orders from Elías Cárdenas.

He hooks his legs over my arms, opening himself deeper, trusting me with his weight. The position brings us chest to chest, face to face, his thighs high around me, his body curved under mine. I can kiss him like this. I can feel everything. Every breath. Every tremor. Every filthy little shiver he tries to hide.

The bed creaks again, and we freeze.

Nothing.

Then he looks at me and whispers, “Slow.”

I move slowly. Then deep, controlled only because he tells me to be. His mouth falls open and mine does too.

My piercing drags in a way that almost makes me lose my mind. Every thrust catches, sparks, pulls sensation through me until my vision blurs at the edges. Elías feels it too—I know he does because his eyes flutter and his fingers claw into my back.

“Jesus,” he whispers.

“Hey, don’t bring him into this.” I pant, thrusting hard once just to feel him clench. “I still got to go to Mass tomorrow morning with my tía.”

He chokes on a laugh, then turns his face into my shoulder to smother the sound. I hold him tighter, and he wraps himself around me.

Everywhere.

Legs and hands.

My fucking heart.

I’ve never been this close to anyone, and that thought punches through the pleasure so hard I almost stop.

Elías feels me falter.

“Hey.” His hand slides to my face. “Mírame”

I do and see that he’s flushed. Sweaty. Wrecked. Mine in ways I don’t know how to describe.

“Stay,” he whispers.

One word.

He doesn’t say it because I’m trying to leave the room but because he knows. Elías knows some part of me keeps looking for the emergency exit.

“It just feels unreal,” I say. Then I kiss him.

The rhythm changes after that. He talks me through it, mouth against my ear, voice shaking.

“You feel how tight I get for you when you do that, don’t stop.”