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"Dime como te gusta."
Benito's low voice lured her to fall deeper than she already was. His hands held her bare chest, and their skin was lit by the flickering flame of the candle by their bedside. The lowlights of the room made everything feel even more hazy and surreal than it already felt. The last time she was Benito was months ago... to say she hasn't dreamt of doing it all again would be a lie.
His arm hooked below her knee as he lay behind her. Her head was on the pillow, and she turned her chin to stare up at him. Meeting Benito's dark eyes made her heart beat faster than it was.
He raised his arm, bringing her leg higher to where her ankles touched his shoulders. The sensation of him still inside made her clench her toes, and the noise she made made his lips curl in satisfaction. Benito leaned forward, lifting her chin to kiss her like she was the rarest jewel.
Sleeping with him had the duality of gentle tenderness and his rough, dominant side. Right now, he was the former, stealing kisses and forming a trail up the side of her forehead. He kissed her temple. His free hand, not hooked under her leg, cupped her face, and his large thumb caressed her cheek.
"Benito.." she murmured, biting her lip as the anticipation of him brought her to the edge of self-control.
"Dime como," he kissed up the bridge of her nose, and she closed her eyes, her lashes fluttering on his skin. "...lo quieres."
The heat in her belly flipped over. He was being such a tease, again... inside her, knowing what she wanted, and yet...
"I want you to do whatever you want to me," she managed to say.
Benito paused, looking through her eyes as if there was something hidden there. The back of his knuckles now caressed her face.
"No quieres decir eso," he said.
"I do."
He stared at her longer, searching for the tiniest flicker of hesitation. He reached for her hand that rested on her waist. Benito kissed her knuckles, closing his eyes.
Before she knew it, she was thrown on her chest. Her cheek lay on the pillow, and he gripped her wrists to her back with one hand.
This was when the other side of Benito came through. The rough, dominant side. Day and night to how soft he was before. And she wanted him in this way. There was nothing more exciting than this side of him.
Her voice became raspy by how much she cried. Her mascara smudged. Her lips were bright red. Her eyes welled up. At the sight of a sliver of a tear, he stopped, grabbing her up from her stomach and to sit facing him. Her legs wrapped around him, her soft legs on top of his.
Before she could register it, he was wiping her face. He kissed her cheeks, and just like that, his softness came back, pushing her hair from her face and asking if she was okay, if it was too much.
"Benito," she murmured.
After a silence, she didn't continue, and Benito asked her, "Que?"
I think I...
Another silence passed. His hands were caressing her back as she sat on top of him, the damp, warm skin of their chests pressed together.
"Benito, I..."
His heart thrashed in his chest. Melina's face cracked in his neck now, and he wished he could see into her eyes as she said what he wanted to hear more than anything.
She lifted her face from his neck and kissed him — passionately, intensely, and just a little needy.
"...I want to do what I want now."
Not expecting those words, Benito's eyes widened slightly as Melina pushed him down on his back.
He looked deeply up into her eyes with the faintest hint of disappointment. Of wanting to hear.. something else, but this was a consolation as good as any. She went down with him, her nails clawing on his shoulders, and he wrapped his strong arms around her waist on top of him.
"Yo tambien," he confessed, groaning out between their movements. By the creaking of the bed springs, twisting of the sheets, and their own heavy breathing, his words didn't reach her, and she threw her head back, arching her body as she reached her peak.
It was the middle of the night when she woke up, and Benito was fast asleep behind her. She had to pee, and his arms were secured tightly around her waist. She didn't want to wake him up.
Before falling asleep, they cuddled in this position. As he caressed her sides up and down, he asked her, "Cuándo nos volveremos a ver?"
She bit back the smile forming on her face. "I'm shooting all week. But I think I get out at a decent time on Wednesday."
"Bien," he hugged her tighter, molding his body behind hers. He comfortably placed his cheek on the top of her head, nestling in closer. "No lo olvides... y si no?"
He tickled her, and she threw her head back, bursting out laughing. This 'threat' of his. she knew, was not any less of a promise than she wanted it to be. They had something special. Something that doesn't come by often. Something more than easy to obsess day and night over.
Now, she woke up in the middle of the night with Benito sleeping soundly behind her. She didn't wake up because of pure chance. No. She woke up because of the constant vibration of his phone on the floor with his pants.
She was always a light sleeper.
The light of his screen lit up with each message, call, and text. She closed her eyes, refusing to look longer, refusing to entertain the idea...
She lost.
Melina leaned over and looked at his phone. She knew she could never unlock his phone, but the compulsive l curiosity of it all did her in. She knew who was texting and calling him, so why did she feel the need to check...?
Just then, Benito moved behind her, waking up. She sat up, moving the blankets off her and acting like she was just up herself.
"Melina?" his groggy voice asked. "Donde-?"
"Bathroom," she cut in, giving him a quick peck on his cheek.
"Mm. Regresa rapido," he was like a dazed little kid, not wanting to be alone. His house(s) were massive. It's an incredible amount of space to sleep alone in...
She quietly left the room and went down the hall, closing the bathroom door behind her. She immediately turned on the sink and washed her shocked face with cold water. Heartbreaking at the fact that Gabriela was calling all night, and quickly realized that she couldn't handle the tug-of-war for Benito with someone else.
Kali was right to be worried. Melina thought, panicking as she wrung her hands together at the messy situation she put herself in.
This feeling of poisonous jealousy made her close to insane. She could never love anyone because she loved too deeply, and the tiniest interference would make her fierce.
I thought I was in control, she thought pitifully, as the conflicting mix of emotions swirled inside of her. Maybe if I don't see him again after tonight, maybe if I block him again, maybe if I swear to move on...
It was too little too late for any of that, because she loved him. Desperately.
And she knew that Benito was known to never let go of Gabriela. So much that he was notorious for it.
