Sofía lowered her gaze and gave a small nod, and the corner of his mouth curved upward in satisfaction.
"Hmm," he murmured against her ear, his voice rough as gravel. His lips brushed her earlobe, teeth grazing gently, and a shaky breath slipped from her mouth before she could stop it.
"But I want to fuck you," he growled slowly.
Her heart stumbled inside her chest.
Summoning a flicker of boldness she barely recognized as her own, she leaned forward and pressed a featherlight kiss to his throat. The reaction was immediate a low groan rumbling from him.
"I'm not that sore," she whispered timidly.
That was all the invitation he needed.
"I fucking love you, doll," he said, his voice deep and weighted with something fierce. The intensity in his eyes sent heat cascading through her body.
He took her delicate hand and, with deliberate wickedness, guided it over the hard outline straining against his slacks.
