'Mine,' he whispered. Surrounding the tender knot with his lips, Miguel worked it with the tip of his stiffened tongue, fluttering over it until she cried out and bucked into his kiss, coming hard and with such wild abandon he almost lost it.
He pulled himself over her, keeping one of her lithe legs high against his chest. He plunged into her, growling at the feel of her cli**xing around his aching cock. Gripping the couch arm for leverage, he powered into her, his orgasm catching the tail of hers and ripping through him. He was rocked by the force of it, his body shuddering so brutally he feared hurting Faith.
He clutched her to him, holding her still, his eyes stinging as she held him just as tightly. 'I love you,' she sobbed, her short nails digging into his back, where they belonged. Where he intended to make sure they would always be from this night forward. * * * Miguel woke to the sound of the Corvette's purring engine. Stretching, he opened his eyes and looked at the place beside him where Faith should have been. She'd left a note written on the bed and breakfast's letterhead, telling him she'd be back in a couple hours, which would still give them time to talk before they had lunch with Michael. The English version of his name.
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