Page 53 of The Love Language of the Cartel

I blushed, the flush creeping over my chest and heating my face. “Okay . . .” I whispered, but my affirmation was small.

I wiggled my hips, my pussy brushing against the tip of his dick, the ache inside me growing as the seconds passed.

He took a deep breath, trying to restrain himself. “I’ll go slow,mi amor. Let me know if it’s too much.”

With that, he began to push forward, the thick head of his dick breaching my tight entrance. I gasped at the stretch and burn as he sank deeper into me inch by inch. He paused, letting me adjust before pushing deeper.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight,” he groaned. “Relax for me, Demi.”

I tried to relax my muscles while breathing deeply. Gradually, it gave way to a satisfying fullness as he filled me completely.

“You okay?” Ozias asked, holding still with genuine concern in his lust-filled eyes.

“Y-yes. Don’t stop, and don’t go easy on me,” I demanded.

Bracing himself on his forearms, he began to move, sliding out before thrusting back in with a smooth roll of his melanated hips. Each intimate stroke seemed to reach deeper inside me, igniting my nerve endings with exquisite friction.

His pace gradually increased, and I moved my hips to meet his, finding a rhythm as the pleasure built inside me with each deep thrust. He buried his face against my neck, his breath hot on my skin as he let out a low groan.

“Fuck, Demi, you feel so fuckin’ good.” He panted while snapping his hips faster and driving into me harder. “You’ve ruined anyone else for me, baby.”

I cried out, my nails digging into his muscular back as a tsunami of sensations threatened to sweep me away. Electric sparks of bliss radiated out from where we were joined. Every nerve in my body came alive.

I purred with pleasure. “Ooooh fuck.”

“That’s it,” he growled. “Take this dick. I’m going to make you cum so hard.”

One of his hands slipped between us, his fingers finding my aching clit. He circled the sensitive nub, and stars exploded behind my eyes. My inner walls clenched around him, my whole body drawing taut as the coil of tension inside me wound tighter and tighter.

“Fuck! I’m so close.” I whimpered, on the knife’s edge of ecstasy.

“Cum for me, Demi,” he commanded as he kept working my clit. “I want to feel you come apart all over this dick.”

His words were my undoing. With a cry, I shattered, my release crashing over me in wave after wave of searing bliss. My body shuddered and clenched around him, holding tight onto his thick shaft as he continued to pound into me, prolonging my electrifying climax.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” he growled, his rhythm growing erratic. “Gonna fill this tight ass pussy with my seed if it kills me.”

With a guttural moan, he slammed into me one final time, buried as deep as he could as he found his own release. I felt him throbbing and pulsing inside me, spurting hot jets of his seed deep in my pussy.

Slowly, we came down from the high, hearts racing and chests heaving. Ozias collapsed on top of me, his weight a comforting anchor after being utterly wrecked by pleasure. He nuzzled my neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin.

“I fuckin’ love you,” he mumbled quietly against my wet skin. Although the words were barely above a whisper, they hung in the steamy air between us. His gravelly voice was firm but filled with emotion as if he were exposing another piece of himself to me that he’d safeguarded for far too long.

I froze as the air caught in my throat mid-breath, and goosebumps populated all across my skin. The world seemed to tilt slightly as his confession settled over me, warm and disarming. It was then that I realized I’d witnessed him grow brave enough to confront the darkest parts of his past right in front of me. He’d laid his heart bare in a way I knew he’d never done before.

I felt it in the uptick of my heart whenever he said my name or in the goosebumps that crowded on my skin whenever he touched me—the truth of his confession mirrored my own unspoken feelings. I loved him too. If I hadn’t been sure of it before, I was now. But the weight of the heavy ass day I’d had mixed with the paralyzing pain and devastation that swirled inside me like a raging tornado—they silenced me, rendering me speechless.

My lips parted to allow words to come out, but none did. I blinked a few times, breaking eye contact with him. I was suddenly overwhelmed and overstimulated. Instead, my hand found his and gave it a firm squeeze. It was all I had to give, but he seemed to understand. Still, it didn’t stop me from feeling the sting of guilt.

He replied with a faint smile, though the flicker of disappointment in his eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed. “It’s okay,” he finally said out loud as he leaned forward to kiss the back of my hand. “On our wedding night, I promised you I’d go to the gates of hell and take on the devil himself for you, and I meant every word. I know you’ve been through a lot, but you’re safe now, Demi. Now get some rest,” he said as he kissed my forehead.“I’m not going anywhere.”

Ozias

Four days later.

I wasn’t the type of man who was used to wearing his heart on his sleeve. I didn’t do emotional shit, so telling Demi I loved her was a leap into the abyss for somebody like me. It left me feeling both shockingly relieved and like a bitch for saying it first. I’d never said those words to anyone that wasn’t family—and especially not with the genuineness I felt when I told it to Demi. I stood on business and got my feelings off my chest. And for that, I had nothing to be ashamed of.

Although her silence felt like a bee sting to the chest, I didn’t trip. I understood it and even respected it. She’d been through more than most and had her world turned upside down in more ways than one. Even though it would’ve been nice to hear her say the words back in the moment, I wasn’t going to live and die by it. All I needed was for her to feel safe with me. I wanted to be her peace.

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