Chapter 94 94
One year later.
“Doll, hurry up.” Fernando’s voice carried through the door.
“Five minutes!” Sofía called back, slipping into her dress in a rush. She struggled with the zipper at her back, twisting awkwardly, when the doorknob turned.
Fernando stepped inside and stopped dead in his tracks.
He shut the door quietly behind him. His gaze darkened as it traced the smooth line of her bare back reflected in the mirror.
“Are you trying to seduce me?” he growled.
She gasped and spun around, sparks of irritation flashing in her eyes. Hands landed on her hips her unmistakable stance whenever he tested her patience.
“I didn’t even do anything!” she protested, throwing her arms up.
“You’re standing there flaunting that slim back in the mirror and you expect me to believe you’re not seducing me?” he replied, feigning disbelief.
She narrowed her eyes. “Get out,” she muttered, turning back to the mirror and wrestling once more with the stubborn zipper.
A large, cool hand settled against her back.
She sucked in a breath. Even after five years, his touch still unraveled her in ways she couldn’t explain.
He swept her hair aside and lowered his head, pressing a slow kiss to the crook of her neck. A soft sound escaped her as her head tipped back against his shoulder, granting him more access.
His arms circled her waist, drawing her petite frame flush against his broad chest.
Soft against hard.
“We’re going to be late…” she breathed unevenly, fingers brushing along his jaw as his lips traced her skin.
“Forget that,” he growled, the vibration of his voice sending a shiver down her spine.
“F-Fernando…” she tried to warn, but he turned her swiftly so her front met his. He buried his face at her neck again, kissing along her collarbone before doing exactly what she knew he would.
He bit down gently.
She hissed at the sting.
His tongue soothed the mark, lingering, teasing, his teeth grazing her skin until sparks raced through her veins.
“Fernando…” she breathed again.
A low hum rumbled from his chest as his grip tightened, pulling her hips against him. The contact made her yelp.
“Fernando!” she snapped.
He gave the same spot one last kiss before leaning back to admire his work.
“So perfect,” he rasped, eyes fixed on the darkening mark blooming on her skin.
“You always do that!” she complained, touching the fresh hickey only to flinch at the tenderness. He never missed an opportunity to leave proof of his claim.
“Ana,” he murmured darkly, “be grateful I stopped at a mark when all I wanted was to bend you over that sofa.”
Her eyes widened at his bluntness.
Before she could respond, he zipped her dress up in one swift motion and adjusted the fabric into place. His gaze lingered in the mirror, shamelessly taking in the curves contained within the dress.
He looked ready to devour her.
“No,” she snapped, as if she could hear his thoughts.
He grumbled under his breath.
Sofía slipped on her jacket and walked out of the room. Fernando glanced down at himself, muttered a curse, and followed.
Inside the car, the driver focused on the road. Fernando pressed a button, and a black partition slid up between the front and back seats, granting them privacy.
“Ana… I’m hard,” he murmured roughly.
Sofía smirked and gave a careless shrug. “Not my fault.”
“It’s entirely your fault,” he growled, taking her delicate hand and placing it over the evidence of his frustration.
She inhaled sharply at the heat and tension beneath her palm.
“Are you in pain?” she asked softly, blinking up at him with wide blue eyes.
“Yes, baby. So much pain,” he muttered, guiding her hand slightly.
“Like I care,” she said with a light, teasing laugh, pulling her hand away.
He glared. “You’re impossible.”
The faint metallic sound of his belt shifting made her pulse quicken. Her heart thudded in her ears as she heard the quiet rustle of fabric.
Suddenly his hand curled around the back of her neck, drawing her close.
“Now, now, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “I know you’ve got claws these days.”
He kissed her deep, commanding, leaving her breathless. She responded eagerly, fingers gripping his shirt as the kiss grew heated.
And just when she melted into him, he broke away, guiding her downward with unmistakable intent.
“Make your husband happy,” he whispered.
Her stubbornness dissolved.
Moments later, the air filled with his low groans as his fingers tangled in her hair. The sounds he made spurred her on, and when he finally released a rough exhale of satisfaction, it came with a growled curse.
She leaned back, catching her breath, wiping at her lips. Fernando reached for a tissue, gently cleaning her mouth before pulling her into another firm kiss.
“I love you, baby,” he murmured.
Her cheeks flushed pink.
“I love you too,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
His eyes darkened again. “Tonight, I’m returning the favor.”
Her blush deepened.
“Don’t start,” she muttered, applying lipstick while glancing at their reflection in the glossy partition. “We have a party to attend.”
He adjusted himself and straightened his clothes.
“You’ll be begging me to stop tonight,” he promised softly, the tone stealing the air from her lungs.