Page 44 of The Love Language of the Cartel

Slowly, he lowered me onto the velvet chaise, his body hovering above mine as he peppered soft kisses along my neckline. His hand snaked its way down my abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in its aftermath. My breath hitched at the intimate touch, and he stilled, his eyes meeting mine once more.

“Tell me how bad you want papi to give you this dick,” he demanded, his voice breaking through the haze of desire.

I nodded, reaching out to cup the full beard that wrapped around his face as my thumbs traced the sharp curve of his cheekbones. I purred as my naughty intentions slipped past my lips. “I want you to punish this pussy like you fuckin’ mean it.”

His breath hitched at my words, dark eyes softening. With a slow, calculated move, Ozias loosened his pants and greeted me with his mouthwatering erection. He pushed inside me, instantly deepening our connection as his hips pressed against mine in a tantalizing rhythm. Our bodies moved as one, an erotic dance as old as time itself.

Every gasp and moan we uttered was swallowed by our joined mouths, along with every shudder and sigh echoing through the large bedroom. The world outside our little bubble ceased to exist. There was only us.

“Fuck me, Ozias. Fuck me harder,” I urged.

His eyes glinted with feral hunger at my demand, darkening with desire. He kissed me fiercely, passionately, claiming my mouth as his own. The taste of him intoxicated me, and the rawintensity of my yearning for him had shattered any ounce of restraint in my possession.

“God, yes!” I cried out as he plunged into me deeper.

A guttural growl left his lips as he set a punishing pace, his athletic body a solid weight against mine. His rhythmic movements were commanding and deliberate, a domination that only a man of his stature and grit could achieve.

I felt every powerful thrust of him inside me. His hands gripped my thick hips, guiding my movements to match the rhythmic dance of our bodies. Sweat trickled down our chests as passion radiated off us in crashing waves. My nails dug into his back, making him grunt as he buried himself deeper within me.

“Mine,” he claimed me with a groan, his voice hoarse as he tightened his hold on me. His possessiveness sent a thrill coursing through my veins, stoking the fire that burned deep inside me.“You’re mine, Demi,” he repeated, each word punctuated by another thrust that siphoned a moan from my lips. I could only nod in agreement, lost in the intoxicating rhythm we’d created.

I purred. “All yours.”

My heart thumped against my ribs as he ground into me, claiming me in every way possible before pulling out only long enough to switch positions.

He flipped me over onto my knees, and I eagerly got on all fours. The anticipation was nothing compared to the sensation of him pushing inside me, filling me up in one smooth, powerful stroke. My body stretched taut around him, welcoming the invasion with a silent scream of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” I said with a gasp, unable to contain the rush of pleasure that cascaded through me.

Ozias didn’t respond with words. Instead, he started moving, his hips driving into me with a slow, deep rhythm that was both torturous and divine. He took his time, each thrust deliberate,deep, hard, exploring and claiming every inch of me over and over again. I balled up the sheets in my fists, trying to keep myself in place and my legs open for him and him only.

“Like that?” He grunted, his hand finding my clit and teasing it with an expertise that had my entire existence spiraling into bliss.

“Yes,” I managed to whisper between moans.

The sound of our flesh slapping together filled the room, as primal as the act itself.

“Good,” he growled, his fingers working magic on my sensitive spot. “Cum for me,mi amor. Show papi how much you love this dick deep inside you.”

His command shattered any residue of my control, and I unraveled around him, waves of intense pleasure rolling through me in a relentless tide. My groans mingled with his, the sound of my name on his lips fanning the flames even higher.

“That’s it, Demi. Cum all over this dick. It’s yours, baby,” Ozias promised through a primal growl. His movements became erratic as he chased his own release, and I felt the shudder of his body as he came, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain. “Fuckkkkkkkk!” he groaned.

Through the haze of my orgasm, I felt him pulsing within me, his seed flowing wild and uncontained. Lying there spent and panting, I knew this was complete madness, but the thrill of the unknown only added fuel to the fire. Lust was produced when our bodies collided, but love developed unexpectedly when our hearts became more than just the organs that kept us alive. They became our lifelines, tethered to each other until death did us part.

That blissful, carefree feeling was what I’d always wanted, but I never thought I’d fall so hard for the man who kidnapped me. What we had was stronger than the aged tequila on his top shelf and deadlier than snake venom. I knew he was far fromperfect, but somehow, he’d still managed to carve out a space in my heart, which was something no man had done since my cheating ex. Whatever life brought our way, I knew Ozias and I would get through it, even if we were the only two standing after the world burned down. We were quite the fucking pair, and the fluttering in my chest told me it was only the beginning.

Then, there was a knock on the door, and everything changed.

“Jefe?” I heard a baritone voice call out, recognizing it as Ángel’s.

A groan escaped Ozias’s soft lips as reality began to sink in around us. “Fuck. I’m sorry,mi amor. This should only take a minute,” he promised as he started to redress. “Don’t move. I wanna see you just like that when I return.”

I nodded with a sultry smirk. “I’m not going anywhere,” I promised him, meaning the words in more ways than one.

I watched Ozias redress and exit the bedroom, leaving me naked on the velvet chaise. When he returned a few minutes later, his entire demeanor had changed. His expression was cold, and his posture was stiff and almost militant-like. I instantly sat up when he looked at me, eyes devoid of emotion.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

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