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“You naughty little thing.” That interview in question was a little after I took over Don Andres’s business dealings. She had to have been no more than fifteen or sixteen and rebelling—
“I’ve never been able to help myself where you’re concerned. You’re worth it to me.”
“And I’m going to marry you one day.” It’s all I manage to growl out before slanting my mouth over hers. This kiss is heated and near desperate as I undo the top three buttons of her top. My fingers skim over every inch that becomes exposed, following the swell of her chest and then lower where I grip the material in my impatience and rip the rest off; the tiny white fasteners scatter on either side of us. “Right here on this land, Solimar. Just like I’m making you mine today, I plan on binding us in front of God and the citizens of this country soon.”
“I’ll proudly walk to you wearing white,” she moans, fumbling with the buckle of my pants, hand trembling as it opens. I stop my exploration and watch her, take in the nervousness and then how her pupils dilate when she realizes I’m not wearing underwear beneath my jeans. There’s a low whisper of so hot and oh God as the head greets the cooling air and her fingertips.
I don’t think she’s aware of the soft caress or the raw hunger in her expression.
“Your place is beside me, Solimar.”
Her gaze snaps up to mine and her expression softens. “It’s all I want. To be with you.”
“And you will be.” Taking her hand from my pants, I bring it up to my mouth and kiss the palms. “Always.”
“Promise?”
“In this life and the next.” Gripping her hip, I lower us to the blanket below and skim my lips down her throat. “I’ll always be near, Preciosa. Nothing could keep me away from you.”
“Alejandro.” It’s a keening sound: happy and needy.
“Just feel me.” Nipping her collarbone, I follow the path down the center of her chest. I’m leaving behind tiny bites—the perfect indentation of my teeth that I’ll use as a guide after to love her flesh with kisses. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. Her nipples pebble against the lace fabric of her bra.
One hard pull and the clasp breaks, tits spilling out.
“I need you,” she hisses from between clenched teeth, eyes rolling back and writhing beneath me. Her hips lift and thighs spread to welcome my hips. “All of you.”
She’s fire and love.
She’s mine to protect and fuck.
The open shirt and tattered bra come off in a few swift tugs, flying behind me and onto the grass. Her upper body is flawless; perky breasts and smooth skin with a few tiny freckles leading me toward the waist of her jeans.
I undo them and then lower the zipper with my teeth. “I’m yours.” Delicious shivers rush through her as my fingertips roam her exposed skin and then dip lower, caressing the thin material of her panties as I sit back to admire. “Only yours.”
“Mine.” Solimar counters my confession. The possessiveness in her tone creates a heady feeling—a throbbing animal which before only hungered for blood. At this moment, looking up at me with only her jeans covering her innocence, I’m her prey. Her only desire.
“Motherfuck,” I grit out, shaking as Solimar bites that luscious bottom lip, and my fingers dig into her denim-covered hips. My grip is tight and I’m breathing hard. I’m throbbing for her and dripping pearl-like beads on to her pants. “Say it again.”
Heat flashes across her gaze as it drops to my cock and back to me. “I love you, Alejandro.”
“My Preciosa.” There’s nothing gentle in the way I yank her bottoms off. Nor am I civilized when I lower my head and rub my nose down her covered slit. She’s wet. Her arousal soaks through the thin fabric, coating her inner thighs that glisten for me.
I turn my head and lick a path from thigh to juncture, slipping my tongue just beneath her panties.
“Oh God...please...don’t stop.”
“Motherfuck.” Eyes snapping closed, I inhale deeply and count to ten. Then twenty. This is her first time and while the pain is inevitable, I’ll do what I can to prepare her for my size and girth. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“And I need you to lose your clothes.”
I nip her mound. “In a rush?”
“I’m desperate to feel you.”
“Patience, beautiful.” But I do lose my plain white T-shirt and toe-off my boots and socks, tossing both aside. My pants stay loose around my hips as I resettle with my lips over her pussy; taking her sweet scent deep into my lungs. “I’m in no rush.”
Her body trembles.
