Delgano: A Dark Contemporary Interracial Romance

“I forgot all about that fondue.” He searched until he found the small of her back, pulled her close, and kissed her lips. “Don’t eat it all. Wait for me.”

After cleaning up, he joined her.

“Eventually, I want you and the boys to stay here,” he said, dipping a marshmallow. “If you have any further incidents, I want you here sooner.”

At first, there was no response.

“Do you mean that?” she asked.

“Of course. I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t know what I would do with myself. Now, give me your mouth.”

He fed her his chocolate-covered, half-eaten marshmallow, and his dick immediately grew jealous, but they were both new to this. It would take time, and he would give her all the time he could. Also, he didn’t want things to fall short with her. If it meant making love to her and then a latency period if they couldn’t continue to be together, he would take that over repeated failure.

“My love, did you double-dip?”

He reached for another marshmallow. “Why can I hear your face? You have a grimace.”

“But did you double-dip, though?”

“You were just covered in my porra.”

“Is that how you say,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, ‘cum’ in Portuguese?”

“Among other things. Now, sing to me some more. Your voice is like a raven.”

“Ravens aren’t songbirds.”

He didn’t comment, although she genuinely did have a beautiful voice, which wasn’t always easy to maintain when singing in a different language.

What felt like a pretzel smacked him in the chest.

“Ah, querida. Don’t be mad.” He brought her close and kissed her temple until she had no choice but to burst out laughing. “Come, I’ll start us. Vem pros meus bracos meu amor, meu acalanto…”

CHAPTER

TWELVE

“Have you ever been in love?” Adrían asked.

Sayeda sat with her legs tucked underneath her at the edge of the pool while he made laps from one end to the other. Occasionally, he stopped to ask her a new and “invasive” question. To him, they were innocent, but he was beginning to realize that a significant portion of their relationship included merciless teasing.

“No, never,” she said.

“Not even with the man whose tongue you swallowed?”

She tried to splash him.

He swam over to where she sat and folded his arms on top of the pool surround to stop himself from reaching for her. They had an unspoken agreement that their nighttime activities weren’t to spill over during the day, but she likely had no idea the amount of restraint it took not to hold her whenever she was near.

“What happened with him, anyhow? You just…what’s the saying? ‘Hit it and quit it’? I mean, yes, you can be a bit of a seductress,” he dodged another splash, “but there’s nothing wrong with you. At all.”

She pretended to reach for his throat, her fingers curled with an opening between them roughly the size of his neck.

“Go back to brooding.”

He drooped the corners of his mouth and pointed to his face. “Like this?”

“No.” She studied him, her head tilted. “I like you happy.”