⇰ 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘇 struggles to hide her relationship with her boyfriend, Joseph, from the people she loves and being the only daughter of the well-known business man, Arturo Rodriguez, means her decisions and movements are always being w...
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I squeal as Nathan effortlessly throws me over his shoulder and walks us inside the house. "Nathan, put me down!" I laugh, trying to wiggle my legs but a slap to my ass stops me from moving an inch.
"You said your feet are tired, mia cara," he hums, smoothing his hand over my ass. "Besides, I enjoy carrying you." My heart flutters at his words. If I could kiss him right now I would.
"Hm, I guess the view from here isn't so bad," I playfully sigh, admiring the defined muscles of his back that are outlined perfectly through his shirt. I wish I could trace my hands over every ridge and hollow. To press soft kisses along the scar that is on his back, but I keep those thoughts to myself. He said I couldn't touch his back or chest and I will respect that.
A low rumble comes from his chest, his shoulders slightly move with the sound. Did he just laugh again? "You should laugh more. I like the sound of it, cariño." The endearment slips from my lips so naturally. I lift myself up a bit and place a kiss on the side of his head since I can't reach his cheek. (dear)
He groans and tightens his grip on my thighs, causing me to laugh again. He hurries into his room, closing the door shut with his foot. Heat travels straight to my core as he gently sets me down on my feet, his dark eyes filled with hunger gazing over every inch of my body. He closes any distance between us, his intoxicating scent sends my mind into a haze.
My eyes stay on him as he places his hand on my cheek, this thumb gently brushes over my bottom lip before tugging on it. Blood roars in my ears and drowns everything except my heartbeat. I need him. "Nathan-"
"Take off your dress, Lina," he softly commands. My breath hitches as a shiver runs down my spine. His words are gentle but I can hear the dominance laced in his tone.
I swallow harshly and reach behind me, making sure to hold his gaze. His jaw clenches as I ever so slowly zip my dress down. My dress slides off of me, pooling around my feet in a puddle of white silk, leaving me only in my lacy white thong. I don't feel the urge to hide myself from him. No, I feel confident underneath his gaze. I can hear a faint growl come from his lips as he takes me in.
He moves his hand towards my hip, his finger leisurely glides over my skin, my body burning for him. "The things I want to do to you," he hums, pulling my thong and letting it snap against my skin. "I could tie you up and fuck you for days. Would you like that, la mia vita?" I moan, his words alone make my thighs involuntarily clench. (my life)
He begins to place kisses along my jaw, his finger still toying with the fabric of my thong. I can feel the moisture between my legs slicking my skin and he has barely even touched me. "I crave you every second of the day, Lina. What the hell are you doing to me?" He murmurs, moving his kisses down my neck before sucking hard on my skin, surely leaving a mark I will see tomorrow.
"Nathan, te necesito," I breathlessly beg, digging my nails into the muscles of his arm. "I-I need you," my whisper is barely audible.
"I can't hear you," He grunts, gliding his fingers over the dampness of my thong. I fight back a moan at the pleasurable friction.
