[RE-EDITING]
BOOK 1 IN THE INCONSTANT SERIES ♥︎
𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐚 • The heart of the Guerreros, their princess of the Spanish Mafia, their only sister and known as the 'La asesina del Corazon. What happens when one of her brothers drunkenly hacked into the...
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I'm almost squeezed under my husband's muscular body. His arms were wrapped around me, spooning me. Our bodies were touching, it was the morning but all I could think about was last night. A knot forms in my stomach as I remember each and every single word he said to me, the way his lips stayed on my lips the whole night after we finished, the way he did everything was so sensational.
"Stop moving Reina." I hear him mumble since I was trying to get out of his arms.
"But I'm squeezed and we need to wake up. Everyone must be thinking where we were last night." I groan, feeling that soreness between my legs and a chuckle escaping from him.
"I think they know where we were and what we were doing, wife." His morning voice drives me crazy, his lips touching my ear lobe as he speaks. I shuffle around to face him and he slowly opens his eyes.
"Come on, get up." I say, finally getting out of his grip. I take the bed sheet to wrap around my naked body, I watch Santi sit up against the bed, stretching his arms out and seeing each of his muscles pop out.
Holy fucking shit.
"Staring is rude, hermosa," He grins at his words, I clear my throat and roll my eyes away and move to get out of the bed. "Tsk, where are you going? Come back here." He groans, taking my arm and pulling me close to him. He makes me straddle him, his hands on my hips and moves me closer.
"Morning breath sorry-" He tries to lean in and kiss me but I move away.
"I could care less about your morning breath. So come here and kiss me." He makes me turn my face back to him, his fingers under my chin and pulling it forward so that our lips meet. Ever so gently he tugs my bottom lip and ever so gently do our lips move.
"So demanding." I whisper between our kisses and he chuckles, disapproving of my words.
"Only for you." He murmurs as his tongue slips into mine again which makes me groan in pleasure. I roll my hips forward to deepen the kiss but his hands grip tight on either side of my hips and stops me. "Didn't you get enough last night?" He then whispers, feeling my bottom lip shiver with his slight touch.
"Did you?" Instead of answering his question, I ask him the same questions. Our lips slightly part and he's chuckle is like the rest of him - hot and cute.
"Never. I could never get enough of you. Do you know what I'm thinking of right now?" He says in a low whisper, the raspiness of his voice making that impossible.
"What?" I ask back, brushing my lips against the softness of his.
"I want you to ride me."
W-What-
My cheeks reddened from his words, I knew I was by the smirk on his face. I clear my throat and smirk back because I decided to tease him. "Hmm, me ride you? What so I can hear you moan my name? Throw your head back every time I thrust in and out. You want to feel like you're in heaven as our lips touch, you want me to fuck you like you fuck me. Isn't that right Mr Valiente?" I push his hands off my waist, rolling my hips forward to only hear him curse in Spanish.
