11. Beatriz

ELEVEN

The excitement of having Mike in her cabin was almost too much to bear. Beatriz was hot, ready, and willing. She wanted him naked. No sooner was she inside the house than she leapt on him. The days apart were finally catching up to her.

She needed her mate. She wanted him, and dear God, nothing would keep them apart tonight. Her fingers tore at his clothes, ripping the buttons on his shirt until his chiseled chest was revealed to her.

He was a mountain of a man, all hard muscle and golden skin, his chest dusted with dark hair that she loved to run her fingers through. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, and it fell to the floor, discarded like yesterday"s news. He breathed hard, watching her with an intensity that stole her breath, even as she reached for the rugged waistband of his jeans.

Mike caught her hands in his, a wild desperation in his eyes that matched her own need. He pulled her close, their bodies crashing together, so they melted into one. His lips found hers, devouring her with a passion that set her heart ablaze. His hands were rough and possessive as they roamed over her back, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them.

Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his hips to reveal the lengths of his desire for her. Their clothes were forgotten, discarded on the floor in their haste. All Beatriz could think about was Mike with his powerful arms, burning eyes, and heart-stopping smile. She needed him tonight, only him.

He pulled away from their heated kiss, catching his breath. "Beatriz," he said hoarsely, his voice filled with longing and something else. Something deep and unspoken that told her everything she needed to know.

With that one word, she threw herself at him once more, losing herself in his strong embrace as their bodies entwined together on the soft rug of her cabin floor. Tonight was theirs alone, a night filled with raw passion and endless longing.

Her clothes soon joined his discarded shirt on the floor, her dress pooling around her feet, leaving her bare except for the thinnest layer of lace. His eyes darkened with raw desire. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he pulled her back into his strong arms. He was rough yet tender, fierce yet loving … everything she remembered and more.

They kissed again, their lips sliding over each other"s in a heated exchange of passion and need. His hands roved her body, tracing fiery trails across her bare skin and setting off sparks of pleasure that coursed through her. She pulled him closer, welcoming his heat, his strength, and his dominant masculinity that sent shivers down her spine.

His fingers traced the delicate curve of her waist before sliding up to caress the swell of her breasts. His touch was light but firm, and she gasped at the sensation, a rush of pleasure flooding her senses. His lips followed the path his fingers had made, sending waves of desire crashing through her.

"Mike," she whispered into his ear, breathing heavily with anticipation and exhilaration.

He responded by brushing his lips against hers, teasing her with a whisper-like kiss that left her craving more. Her hands roamed to his back, feeling the rippling muscles shift under her touch as he pulled her even closer.

Slowly, he moved lower on her body, his lips tracing a blazing trail down her chest and stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs. With one lick, he sent her arching off the rug, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. His hands anchored her hips, keeping her grounded as waves of pleasure washed over her.

The world outside her cabin ceased to exist, its heat consuming everything in its path. She gripped the soft rug beneath them, her knuckles turning white.

His tongue teased and tasted, worshiped and explored, driving her further into a world of pleasure that had her gasping his name over and over. His hands held her steady, fingers digging into her hips as he lavished attention on her body.

She felt his tongue delve deeper, exploring her with a fervor that left her breathless. Every touch from him was like a live wire sending jolts of electric pleasure coursing through her veins.

The sensations were overwhelming, each touch igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her whole. She was lost in the moment, every thought and worry melting away as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy.

As she reached the peak of pleasure, he guided her down gently, holding her close as they both caught their breath.

"Mike," she said again, this time more urgently. He looked up at her with those intense eyes that held a world of promises.

His lips were relentless, igniting a fire within her that she hadn"t known existed. Every brush of his mouth against her skin felt like a branding, marking her as his own in ways that words could never articulate. He was everywhere and nowhere at once, the heat of his body blending seamlessly with the chill of the room to create an intoxicating contrast that left her shivering and yearning for more.

He moved up her body like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes held a fierce intensity as they locked onto hers, conveying an unspoken promise of what was to come.

With a husky whisper that sent quivers racing down her spine, he spoke. "You're mine." Then he claimed her lips in a kiss so profound that it seemed they were bound together by the very threads of their souls.

She surrendered to him, entwining her fingers in his hair as he deepened the kiss. As he drove into her with a powerful thrust, she cried out in sheer pleasure. His movements were slow and deliberate, his body heavy over hers as he explored her with a possessiveness that left her breathless.

A shiver tore through her body, a pulse of exquisite ecstasy that had her gasping for breath. The rhythm of their bodies was intoxicating, a symphony of love and desire orchestrated by the beating of their hearts. His hands were firm on her hips, anchoring her to him as he moved within her, each motion a testament to the depth of his passion.

"Beatriz," he moaned against her ear, the words punctuated by soft kisses along the curve of her neck.

His voice was rough and husky, the sound sending waves of pleasure spiraling through her. She clung to him as if he was the only thing in the world that mattered, tightening her hold around him as he brought her closer to the edge.

His movements became more demanding, each thrust deeper than before. Her body responded in kind, arching off the rug to meet him stroke for stroke. He filled her, his strong body encasing hers as they moved together in perfect rhythm.

He dipped his head to capture her lips once more, swallowing her cries of pleasure while his hands explored the contours of her body with wild abandon. Beatriz responded fervently, her own hands roaming across the expanse of his rugged back before coming to rest on his firm buttocks, urging him deeper within her.

Sensation built within her like a gathering storm. It swelled and surged until she could no longer bear it. With a final shuddering thrust, Mike drove himself deeper into Beatriz, sending her spiraling into euphoria.

She clung to him as waves of pleasure washed over her, her body shaking with the force of their shared climax. As their pace slowed and the aftershocks began to fade, Mike held Beatriz close, and she felt her heart beating against his chest.

He traced his fingers over the curve of her cheek, stopping to thumb over her swollen lips that were still tingling from his passionate kisses. Their heavy breathing filled the quiet room. He kissed her forehead, a tender gesture that made her heart flutter.

They lay wrapped in each other's arms for a long time afterward, talking and laughing about everything and nothing. She traced circles on his bare chest, listening to his heart resonate with the rhythm of life. He played with strands of her hair, twirling them around his fingers.

The old wooden clock in the corner struck midnight, its chimes echoing through the silent night. But time seemed irrelevant to Beatriz in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy. The world outside no longer existed. The wars, the politics, and the strife were all distant memories drowned in her sea of happiness.

"I love this," he murmured, nuzzling his face into her hair and inhaling. "You and me, just like this."

Beatriz had to agree.