Warning: Mature Content Ahead
My lips t María José’s with desperation. It was not the sweet, careful kind, but the kind that ca from months of denial and heartbreak. She responded like she’d been waiting to be claid, 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 ?" 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.
My mouth found hers again, harder this ti, as though I could pour every ounce of pain, love, fury, and longing into that kiss. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling closer, deeper, like she too was losing it under the weight of everything we hadn’t said for months. Every gasp, every sigh, was like a thread weaving us back together.
I rolled her beneath , the silk sheets twisting around her hips. Her legs parted easily, instinctively, like her body had just been waiting—starving... for mine. Two months of ice lted between our bodies, and what was left was heat. Absolute, burning heat as if we hadn’t had passionate sex last night.
However, it was different this ti because we had co to a common ground and let out all that was left unsaid. There was no more holding back... no more humble sex.
Now, we could get dirty and so Marīa José and Axel combo all we want.
"You have no idea," I whispered against her throat, "how much I missed this. Missed you."
Her nails scraped down my back, not gently or delicately but in the way you mark what’s yours. "Then take , Axel. Like you an it."
I growled. It was an actual, audible, feral one as I obeyed.
My hands mapped her again like I was reclaiming my own border, and her body welcod like it had been left aching and cold. I kissed the slope of her shoulder, the hollow beneath her jaw, the soft underside of her breast. I took my ti and yet moved like I was starving.
She arched beneath when I finally slid my cock inside, her gasp rose between surprise and satisfaction.
Goddess.
I groaned, my forehead pressing against hers. "Still mine."
"Always yours," she whispered, wrapping her legs around my waist.
The penetration was slow at first. We had ti to make up for—but not just in movent, also in aning. Every push of myself into her, every kiss, every whispered "I love you" was a bandage across two months of silent wounds.
Her mouth found my ear. "Harder."
I didn’t hesitate.
The bed creaked under us, headboard tapping softly in rhythm, but we didn’t care anymore. Her voice ca in ragged sighs, moans that slipped into my skin like spells. Her hair fanned across the pillow, golden and wild, and her cheeks flushed with heat. She looked like a goddess made for war and worship—and I, the soldier who’d finally co ho.
"Say it," she whispered, her voice bursting with urgency.
"I love you," I gasped.
"Say it again."
"I love you. I love you. I love you, María."
And I did. With every fiber. Even the bruised, broken parts. Especially those.
Her hips t mine with equal fervor, matching thrust for thrust until our movents beca a language of their own. No more apologies. No more miscommunication. Just pure, reckless need.
We flipped over. She was on top now, her hands pressed to my chest, her body undulating with a grace that had losing composure as she fucked , contrasting the timid and naive girl she used to be. She rode like she had sothing to prove... like she was exorcising all the doubt from our bones.
Her head fell back and a curse or a prayer left her lips in one breath. I sat up, clutching her to , wrapping my arms around her and letting her feel just how real, how rooted, and how fully hers I was.
We went on and on for close to two hours, finishing and then going another round like it was a piece of cake.
When we ca, it wasn’t quiet.
It was wild and raw. A quake that rolled through our bodies and left us gasping in each other’s arms, trembling, mouths pressed together to muffle the chaos.
She collapsed against . My heart hamred against hers. We lay there in silence, sweaty, ssy, and knotted together. Our legs were tangled. Our hands refused to let go of each other.
"I thought I lost you," she whispered after a long mont, voice thick with tears and sothing like awe.
"You didn’t. But I almost let the past steal you from ." I replied hoarsely.
She lifted her face, and her eyes were rimd with moisture. "No more ghosts, Axel."
"No more," I promised, kissing her brow, then her temple, then her lips.
We held each other in the aftermath, letting the silence say the rest—letting our bodies press close enough to feel every breath and beat.
The fire burned. The sheets cooled. And for the first ti in months... we didn’t.
We were warm. Alive. Whole.
.
.
We lay there for a long while, tangled up in the sheets with sweat cooling against our skin and the scent of sex still heavy in the air like it had no plans of leaving. My chest rose and fell beneath her cheek, her fingers tracing soft, lazy lines along my ribs.
I thought she’d drift off. Honestly, I hoped she would. Sleep would give us a temporary break from reality.
But María José lifted her head, her hair a red halo against the faint light slipping in through the curtains, and said the last thing I expected after two hours of redemptive, marriage-saving sex:
"It’s high ti we start planning."
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