Page 86 of Till Death Do Us Part
He was talking about his arm.
“Now, I’m not…”
I was listening to his words while mesmerized by his actions. I nibbled my lip as his hand moved, up and down. His penis was glorious, beautiful, and angry at the same time. The length and width multiplied, veins coming to life and come weeping from the tip.
His voice deepened. “Take all of me like a good girl, and that ache between your thighs will be thoroughly fucked until you’re not sure you can come again.”
My lips curled. “I never said there was an ache.”
“You don’t have to. I see your hard nipples, and I can smell your arousal. Your panties are soaked, and you haven’t even gotten a taste of my come.” He lifted a brow. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
My head shook from side to side. “Not wrong.”
“Keep your lips closed.”
I obeyed as he wiped his salty come over my lips like lipstick.
“Fuck, Mia. I could come all over your beautiful face.”
My core twisted at the idea of Aléjandro marking me, fully denoting me as his, and making his possession overtake memories of anyone who came before.
“Open your mouth before I do.”
I instantly opened my lips as Aléjandro pushed his way to the back of my throat. Resisting the urge to gag, I worked my tongue, swirling it around his shaft. Bobbing my head, I sucked in a breath only to tighten my lips and slide up and down his glorious cock.
His fingers wove through my hair, tugging on the roots as he pistoned his hips, thrusting in and out of my mouth and filling the air with curses in two languages. Behind my closed eyes, I imagined his cock satisfying the growing and unbearable need between my thighs.
It was as his body tensed that I sucked, pulling away with a slobbery pop. Closing my lips, I lifted my face and closed my eyes.
“Fuck,” he growled seconds before his warm come painted my face, neck, and chest.
When my eyes opened, Aléjandro was kneeling before me, his hands on my shoulders. Blinking, I saw the uncertainty in his gaze. Before he could speak, I smiled and leaned forward, capturing his lips and sharing his salty taste.
We fell back, me on top of him, kissing, lapping, and licking. Aléjandro reached for the hem of my nightgown and pulled it over my head, wiping away some of his marking. Then he palmed my cheeks and focused his intense stare on me. “You’re mine. Mine. I’m who you think about before you fall asleep and as soon as those gorgeous eyes open. Mine.”
I nodded. “Yours.”
ChapterTwenty-Three
Aléjandro
Rei and I sat in my newly furnished office.
It didn’t take Mia long—a little over a week. With Silas at her side, she visited furniture stores far and wide. She asked Silas to work with the contractor who constructed the secret room to fill one wall of the office with bookcases. The day after those were complete, the furniture arrived. She was almost giddy with excitement, promising me it was fit for the future leader of the Roríguez cartel.
Now my wife was concentrating on other rooms. If I remembered correctly, by the end of this week, we’d have a real dining room table, and the lawn furniture in the living room would be replaced by sofas and plush chairs. The other night when I came to bed, she was lying with open magazines scattered about, deciding on artwork and other decorations.
“You don’t needto furnish every room immediately,” I said, crawling under the blankets beside her.
She lowered the magazine in her grasp and looked at me in a way that made the world stop spinning. There were tears in her eyes. My breath caught in my chest. “Is something wrong?”
Mia shook her head. “You could have hired a decorator. I’m glad you didn’t.”
“So glad you’re crying?”
She wiped a tear with the back of her hand and forced a smile. “Happy tears, Aléjandro. Not sad. By leaving the decorating to me, you’re letting me…well, this house is our home and your trust in me makes it feel like it is part me.”
“Did you decorate your first house?” I wasn’t sure why I asked. I wasn’t a fan of hearing about her first marriage.