𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 | 18+ COMPLETED

Reina

WARNING: SMUT

It's been an hour since I've become a Valiente, an hour being his wife and almost four hours since I got attacked by my uncle. Santiago and I were watching everyone talk and enjoy the night, my mind was slowly drifting away from the thoughts about getting hurt earlier.

Santiago was eating whilst I was being devoured by my thoughts but this time about him. Goosebumps erupt all over my body, I clench my thighs together quickly as I realise exactly what I was thinking about. Is this what it's going to be like now?

"Are you okay, Reina? You look flustered? I hear him clear his throat close to my ear, feeling his warm breath as he whispers, lips touching my earlobe like he was doing it on purpose—like he knew what my thoughts were.

"I'm fine."

"I already know you're lying. What are you thinking about?" I didn't realise that his hand was placed on my thighs, letting them move up to the middle, knowing he felt me throb. "I think I know what you were thinking about." He whispers, brushing his lips over my ear and my body shivers at his voice—what was this feeling?

"What am I thinking about then?"

"You're thinking about me, weren't you?" Squeezing my eyes shut, he lets his hand travel all over my body, up to my bare arms, whispering like there was no one else in the hall, "You want me all over you."

"Don't fucking tease me, Santi." Seething, I hold back a moan that was about to slip out of my mouth, but he lets out a deep chuckle against my collarbone, making me let out a long sigh.

"Answer my question first and then I'll stop. Do you want me to continue telling you what you were thinking about?" The tips of his fingers leave me tingling, each of them slowly reaching to the fabric of my lace panties.

"Y-yes."

"You want these fingers to slowly pull down your laced lingerie, you want them so deep inside of you that you want to scream my name out, you want me to eat you out so that your legs are sore. You want me to fuck you until you can't breathe. Now tell me, is that what you were thinking, my innocent wife?"

His words give me a craving for more, feeling his lips linger on my neck as each word, each phrase left him with ease, "Tell me, is that what you want?" He continues to whisper, and though he was expecting me to answer, I just couldn't.

"Santi please—"

"Answer me." His voice turns stern, demanding me in a way that was making me want more of this.

"Yes, I want exactly everything you told me." I don't hesitate in answering him, we both knew there was tension amongst us from earlier when we were about to kiss. He leans back into his seat with the biggest smug on his face. This night is definitely not over.

Santiago rushed through the traffic at speed, wanting to go home after he whispered all those unholy words to me. His hand hasn't left my thigh, tracing circles all over them as he keeps his eyes on the road.

But the thing was, we both were desperate for each other now and all I wanted was him.

"Clenching your thighs together isn't going to do anything, baby." He glances at me, squeezing my left thigh as he lifts my dress up, looking at the way my legs were glued together. He slips his hand underneath, causing me to open my legs and slip out a hefty sigh.

"Santi, what are you doing? You're driving!" I try to stop him, pointing towards the road but all he responded with was a chuckle. I slam my head back to the seat whilst he lets his hand travel further up my thigh.