No matter how much I thrust in and out of her, the bitterness didn't leave. It was there, beneath every thrust as I penetrated her. Every kiss. Every time she smiled up at me, I wondered:
Did he make her smile like this?
Did she give him what I waited for?
I tried to focus on the way her body writhed beneath me. How good it felt to finally be inside her. To hear her moans, feel her nails scrape down my back over and over and how her lips parting in surrender.
But all I could think of was him. Ignacio. That smug fucking demon.
"She didn't look like she was under a spell. But… what if she was? Ignacio's power is subtle. Maybe she didn't remember. Maybe she was ashamed." Hugo tried to reason.
Maybe. Or maybe I'd been a fool.
I thrust into her again, harder this time, trying to chase the high, to bury my heartbreak in her warmth. She cried out beneath me, clutching me tighter, saying things like, "I love you. I've always loved you. Please don't stop."
I didn't stop.
