Warning: Mature Content Ahead.
The moment I was fully inside María José, I stopped. Just for a second. Just to memorize the way her lips parted, the way her nails dug into my back, how her eyes fluttered like she was overwhelmed by the feeling of being truly claimed.
I gritted my teeth, nearly shaking. She had no idea the devil had just crawled into her bed.
I moved again, thrusting in and out of her and finding a rhythm Axel might have used, but with more. I wasn't just making love. I was branding her. Carving myself into her soul with every stroke. She gasped, whimpered, and held me tighter.
"I love you," I whispered against her skin, and it wasn't pretend.
It never was.
I'd loved her from the first time I saw her. She was always meant for me.
Mine.
Each roll of my hips was a reminder. Mine.
Each kiss to her throat. Mine.
Each moan she gave me. Mine.
