Not The Second Time

year

d beside her, so Leonardo Riquel's family had taken that place. His mother had smiled at her like she was the daugh

candlelight flickering around them, she had

d

ep brown eyes held hers, unwavering as he repeated those sacred vows. And when the priest pro

dimly lit hall. But Leonardo had barely touched his meal. His hand had remained over hers t

had been saving up a lot, to give her the best wedding night she c

she barely had time to register her su

l undoing of buttons, zippers, clasps. Each movement deliberat

the cascading water together. Her back pressed against the col

in. His lips met hers, slow at first, then deep and hungry. H

w, filled with possession and something el

felt it in the way he touched her, the way his hands memorized

p hair as she whispered agains

ifted her into his arms, her legs wr

g when, without warning,

rp in

s all the way, de

ep m

er adjust, letting the feeling of him ins

rst. Deep.

e being the rhythmic slap of skin against skin and their ragged breaths. The

uiet her moans, as he kept pou

d, and he was re

perate for something to hold onto as

ona

swallowing every sound, every gasp, every

Their bodies in sync, t

hen-b

ashed over her, her body arching against hi

owed, his hold tightening as he buri

seeds inside of her , making

heir breathing was ragged, their heart

orehead resting against hers, his arms locked ar

of the shower and into the warmth of the hotel bed. He laid

, reaching to trace

he finish

each other, the night stretched on, filled with whispered confessions, li

eter