His Territory

15

Cristian's bedroom door is closed when I return from the kitchen with a glass of water. I hesitate outside, considering whether to knock, but instead, I shrug and push the door open without warning.

There he is, stretched out shirtless on the bed, his arm behind his head in a pose that looks almost rehearsed. His bare torso displays intricate black ink that swirls from the base of his ribs around his chest. The jaw of a lion, its teeth etched in dark shadows, peeks above the waistband of his jeans, each muscle of his abs accentuated by the design.

I'm pulled from my inspection by the sound of Cristian coughing softly. He's smirking, his chin tilted upward in that cocky, self-assured way, clearly reveling in the attention.

He stands without saying a word, slowly reaching for the top of his jeans. His fingers hook the waistband, tugging it down just enough to reveal the rest of his tattoo and the deeply cut v-line leading down. The lion's neck fades into a trail of ash-like ink that disappears onto his thigh.

"Not too bad, right?" he asks, pulling his jeans back up with a teasing smirk.

"It's... beautiful." I step closer, unable to resist placing my hand against the inked skin, my fingers tracing the design. His skin is smooth under my touch. "Does it mean something?"

"Even the strongest will eventually fade," he says, his voice soft and reflective.

"Muy poético," I murmur, glancing up into his eyes. His smirk shifts into a genuine smile, something softer, almost vulnerable.

Without breaking eye contact, his hands find the top of my jeans. His fingers lightly trace the waistband, sending a shiver up my spine. His touch is gentle, teasing. He lifts my shirt slightly, exposing my skin, his hands warm and firm as they explore my hips. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he suddenly pulls me toward him, planting a quick kiss on my forehead before effortlessly tossing me onto the bed.

I gasp, giggling as I bounce on the mattress. He climbs over me, propping himself up with one arm while the other cradles my head. His hips press against mine, and my heart starts pounding, my breath catching in my throat. He rolls his hips forward, creating a friction that makes my eyes flutter shut, my lips parting as I gasp softly.

He lowers his head to mine, biting my bottom lip gently before releasing it with a slow pull. The sensation draws a moan from me, and he smirks, his approval evident.

He presses his lips to mine in an impatient kiss, his hunger evident. I tangle my fingers in his hair with one hand while the other loops through his belt loop, pulling him against me again, deeper this time. His groan vibrates through me as he reacts to my touch, his arms tightening around me as if he can't get close enough.

In a swift motion, Cristian flips us over, positioning me on top of him. I sit astride him, my hands splayed on his chest, feeling the solidness of his muscles beneath my fingers.

"Diosa," he whispers, his voice husky. His hands grip my waist, guiding me, his hips moving in rhythm with mine. The heat between us builds, and I claw at his chest, drawing a deep groan from him.

He sits up, pulling me closer into another feverish kiss, the kind that makes everything else disappear. His hips grind against mine in slow, deliberate motions, driving the intensity higher.

"Stop me," he growls against my lips, though his hands on my body suggest he hopes I won't.

"No," I breathe, sliding my hand up to his jaw, tilting his head back. I trail kisses along his neck, nipping at his skin until I feel him tremble beneath me. His breath hitches, and his hands tighten on my hips, pulling me into him with renewed urgency.