Warning: Mature Content Ahead
My lips met María José's with desperation. It was not the sweet, careful kind, but the kind that came from months of denial and heartbreak. She responded like she'd been waiting to be claimed, like her bones had missed the way mine locked with them.
I pushed her back into the pillows, fingers already sliding under the sheet, reacquainting myself with every inch of her body. Her skin was warm, smooth, scented with salt and desire. Her gasp was soft against my neck as my mouth traced the curve of her collarbone.
"Still mad at me?" she asked breathlessly.
"Furious," I growled, trailing kisses down her chest.
She laughed in a giddy and wild way. "Good. Use it."
I did.
"Good. Use it."
I did.
