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Sofía lowered her gaze and gave a small nod, and the corner of his mouth curved upward in satisfaction.
“Hmm,” he murmured against her ear, his voice rough as gravel. His lips brushed her earlobe, teeth grazing gently, and a shaky breath slipped from her mouth before she could stop it.
“But I want to fuck you,” he growled slowly.
Her heart stumbled inside her chest.
Summoning a flicker of boldness she barely recognized as her own, she leaned forward and pressed a featherlight kiss to his throat. The reaction was immediate a low groan rumbling from him.
“I’m not that sore,” she whispered timidly.
That was all the invitation he needed.
“I fucking love you, doll,” he said, his voice deep and weighted with something fierce. The intensity in his eyes sent heat cascading through her body.
He took her delicate hand and, with deliberate wickedness, guided it over the hard outline straining against his slacks.
Sofía gasped, shocked at his brazenness, but he didn’t look away. Instead, he pressed himself more firmly against her palm, letting her feel every inch of his desire.
“F… Fernando…” she stammered, nearly breathless.
“Feel what you do to me,” he growled, the sound vibrating through her.
Releasing her hand, he stood, and she rose instinctively as well. He moved toward the large sofa and sat down, legs spread wide, posture dominant and unapologetic.
She remained where she was, rooted to the spot.
“Come here,” he ordered.
And she did. Like a good girl, she walked toward him, stopping a foot away, her pulse racing.
“Strip for me.”
The husk in his voice made her thighs press together involuntarily.
Her eyes widened, and for a second she stared at the floor, suddenly fascinated by the pattern beneath her feet.
“Strip. Doll.” Each word was deliberate, commanding.
Her hands moved before her mind could argue. She slipped the straps of her sundress off her shoulders. The loose fabric slid down her body and pooled at her feet, leaving her clad only in black lace panties and a matching bra.
“I want to see you completely bare,” he growled.
Her fingers trembled not just with nervousness, but with anticipation as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell soundlessly to the floor.
His gaze burned over her exposed skin. The urge to cover herself was almost overwhelming, but she resisted it. Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her thong, she slowly slid it down her legs until she stood before him, entirely naked.
“So fucking beautiful,” he breathed.
He extended his hand toward her.
Swallowing hard, she placed her hand in his. In an instant, he tugged her forward.
His hands gripped her thighs and pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled him, knees braced on either side of his hips.
A moan tore from her throat when his mouth descended on her breasts like a starving man finally given a feast. He licked, sucked, bit then did it all over again.
She trembled in his arms, overwhelmed by sensation, by the crackling energy that seemed to spark wherever their skin touched.
Fisting her hair, he pulled her head back and claimed her lips in a searing kiss. He devoured her mouth, their tongues clashing for dominance until he took control completely, kissing her deeply, thoroughly.
He quickly rid himself of his slacks and boxers, and her breath hitched at the sight of him.
“Ride me, Ana,” he growled.
She stared at him, wide-eyed and uncertain, fear and desire tangling inside her.
She didn’t know what to do.
Their eyes locked. His chest tightened as he looked at her.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he rasped, his hands guiding her, showing her the rhythm, the movement lifting her toward pleasure.
He moved with her, hard and passionate, until the world beyond them seemed to dissolve.
His groans blended with her soft cries.
They made love.
Sparks ignited.
And he claimed her with a possessiveness that felt both primal and protective.
Later, they lay tangled together on the sofa. He had dressed himself again and gently slipped her sundress back over her body. She rested half on his chest, half against the cushions, his strong arms wrapped securely around her waist and hips.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me,” Fernando said quietly.
A soft smile curved her lips as her fingers traced the rugged stubble along his jaw.
“And you to me,” she murmured.
He went silent for a moment before speaking again.
“I have enemies, doll. They want my blood.” His voice grew darker. “That’s why I was hiding as a teacher. They believed I was dead. They thought they had killed me. But I was alive… waiting for the right moment to strike. And then you came into my life.”
She held her breath.
Fernando rarely opened up. When he did, she treasured every word. She loved him—not in spite of his darkness, but with full knowledge of it.
“You changed everything in my cold life,” he continued roughly. “You became my light. My peace. My happiness.”
His thumb traced slow circles over the curve of her hip.
“My enemies know you’re my mate. They’ll come for you because they know you’re my weakness. And I can’t lose you, Ana. The thought alone…” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “It feels like something crushing my chest.”
Her heart clenched painfully.
“There’s a war coming,” he said, his tone hardening. “And I have to end it once and for all. Before they attack. Before they hurt you or my pack. I’ll strike first. I’ll burn them to ashes.”
The quiet fury in his voice made her pulse falter.
She already knew what was coming.
“I have to leave tomorrow. With my warriors.”
The words felt like a blade through her heart. For a moment, it stopped then began pounding wildly.
She lifted her head, her big blue eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
“For how many days?” she asked softly, praying it would be brief.
“I don’t know, doll,” he admitted. “It could take months.”
Her heart twisted painfully.
She shook her head immediately, glassy eyes revealing the storm inside her.
She didn’t want him to go.
War was not a game.
War was deadly.
War stole lives.
She couldn’t lose him not now. Not when they had just found their happiness. Not when she had finally begun to believe in her own happily ever after.
And yet, the war was coming anyway.