𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 | 18+ COMPLETED

𝟏𝟔|| 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

I wake up to find the right side of the bed cold and empty. I groan when I see light shining through the half closed curtains. My body still feels sore even after having a bath last night but it was the best night of my life. Last night comes to mind, the way Santi caressed me with his sweet words, the way his lips perfectly fitted with mine, that dimpled smile when I told him he was the first person ever to touch me.

I get out of the bed, finding the first thing to put over me, his shirt, and I make my downstairs assuming that he would be too. As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs, I'm met with two rottweiler puppies, barking, and trying to jump on me.

I kneel down and they both immediately jump into my arms. Santi has puppies and I never realised until now. One of them jumps out of my arm, almost leading me to where he was. He made me come outside to the heat but also to see Santi coming out of his pool.

My throat gets stuck at the sight of him. The droplets of water define every ab of his, every muscle of his and that perfectly caramel skin colour. He notices me staring at him so I look away but my eyes drag back to see what he was doing. I watch every move of his, from drying his hair and body with a towel to placing the towel over his shoulders.

And now, he was walking towards me.

One of Santi's puppies barks but then Santi quickly picks him up. The other one was still in my arms, I caresses it gently as it sulks into my chest.

"Morning hermosa." He brushes against my lips and oh god was he making me feel wet again.

"Morning." I mutter back, not being able to look at him and his half naked body.

"Why are you not looking at me? You're seeing nothing new, wife." I knew he would catch on me not looking at him and I certainly knew he had that devilish smirk on him

"I- I'm looking at your puppy." I whisper.

"Wife, look at me-" He makes me face him, his eyes brighter than usual and a gloss over his perfect face, "Do I need to remind you again that this, all this, belongs to you?" He takes one of my hands without my knowing and trails it down his abdomen.

If he wants to do that, then I can do that too. "Hm I don't know, maybe you should, husband." I smirk back at him, his eyes widening at my words but a smirk still tugged on his face.

"You're making this very hard for me, hermosa," He whispers so close to me like he was about to kiss me again. And I want him too. Our lips were inches away, he himself was inches away from me. "Oh how much I want to taste those pretty lips of yours again." He brushes across my bottom lip.

"What's stopping you then?" I whisper back.

"Nothing is stopping me but if I kiss you again, your lips will be so swollen and so numb because I wouldn't be able to stop. These belong to only my lips, do you understand?" His thumb swipes my lip and I nod because I couldn't say a thing.

"You two look like you're about to fuck." I get startled by a deep voice so I quickly pull away from Santi to see who it was. And it could only be one person; Elijah. Does he just always barge in Santi's home freely?

"Dada wuts fwuck?"

Oh my god.

Both Santi and I raise our eyebrows at Elijah who stands in front of us with Dalia in his hands like a fool and trying to think of what to say back to her.

"No sweetheart, we don't say that word. That word is a bad word okay?" Elijah kneels down to her and I couldn't help but smile at the little moment they were sharing.