Delgano: A Dark Contemporary Interracial Romance

“It’s a little different for me, querida.”

“Not in here. Not with me.”

He drew her closer.

“The curse” was more than just his brain giving him images of that day—images that it usually kept tucked away until the precise moment he was ready to enter a woman’s body. It was also nearly impossible for him to reconcile that some of the things he wanted to do didn’t make him a savage. He wanted it to be an equally enjoyable experience, wanted to watch as Sayeda climaxed until she convulsed, but what if he saw fear?

Pain?

Regret?

A droplet of moisture warmed his shoulder, followed by a poorly hidden sniffle.

“Sayeda? Are you crying?” He peeled her off him, lifted a hand to wipe her eye, and went too high.

She hissed. “Ouch.”

“Shit, querida. I’m sorry. Let me?—”

“Ouch. That’s the other one.”

“Merda.”

“It’s fine. It’s dark in here anyway. I don’t need to see anything right now.”

Chuckling, he kissed her chin. “This is why they call me Gano The Enforcer. I’m lethal with my fingernails in the dark.”

She laughed.

He sighed, relieved.

“Why are you crying?” he asked. “Besides, of course, my fingers like Zorro’s blade.”

“I just teared up a little bit, honestly. And they’re good tears. I didn’t really know my father, but the fact that you love your mother the way you do makes me think that maybe leaving me behind wasn’t as easy for him as my mother said. Then, I want to make sure you know that we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready to do. I swear.”

He used his thumb to search for her lips. Like before, he traced the outline, and she kissed the tip.

“Is that okay?” she asked.

“A little kiss? Yes, it’s okay.”

“What about,” she licked, “that?”

“I want you to suck it for me.”

She pulled his thumb into her mouth as he lay her down on the bed. Using his thumb as a guide, he found her lips in the dark and brushed his against them several times, priming her. Then he slid his tongue inside her mouth.

Mirroring his movements, she tangled her tongue with his, overwhelming him with her sweetness mixed with the sugar from the brigadeiros. He took her slowly, swallowing her moans and gasps, so hard that he pressed into her to relieve some of the pressure.

He tore his lips from hers and kissed his way down to her neck.

She clawed at his back.

Sweat sprung on his forehead, partly due to the heat of the night, the heat their bodies generated, and the restraint that would soon fail him.

“Adrían.” She ground her pelvis into his. “Please, Adrían. I’m ready. I’m ready.”

Had he any doubt about whether she genuinely wanted things to go further, it would have disappeared once he heard the need in her voice.