The Spanish Love Deception

Chapter 161

“Come with me.” His front fell on top of my back, deliciously caging me. Burying me with him. His

fingers now rubbing my clit, accompanying his thrusts. “I want to feel you coming on my cock as I go

off.”

One more frantic, desperate thrust. That was all it took for both of us to detonate into bliss. Groans

equally powerful left both our mouths, our names blessing each other’s lips with them.

Aaron’s hands came around my middle, holding on to me more than holding me to him. Then, he

brought us upward, slipping out of me. I turned around in his arms and leaned my chin on his chest,

and he brushed a kiss on my forehead. Another one on my lips. Then another one on my nose.

“You feel and taste like you are mine.”

I looked up, right into his eyes. “I am.”

Just two words, two simple words that were used so often in casual conversation that they shouldn’t

have held much meaning. But they did. Those two ordinary words uttered in that precise moment

mattered. I knew because Aaron’s face lit up with them. Breaking into the most beautiful smile to date.

Burning down the last of my defenses. And as I stared into the blue of his eyes, I watched those walls

of mine collapse as if I hadn’t spent all this time building them up.

“I am,” I repeated, crushing the last of the remnants of the wreckage with my hands.

Aaron kissed me again, sealing those two words with his lips. Adding a few more of his own. “I’m going

to prove to you that you are.”

This time around, instead of having the tacos to go, we devoured them right on the spot. Post-sex

hunger did these things to you.

“Seriously,” I said, inserting a finger in my mouth and savoring the sauce sticking to it. “I’m just saying

that if vampires are going to make a comeback, the least they can do is sparkle.” Finding Aaron’s gaze

on my mouth, I let my hand hover in the air and felt the light blush covering my cheeks. “Are you

listening, Blackford?”

His eyes bounced up and then down again. “Yes, vampires. Sparkles.”

I frowned. “Something in my mouth?” God knew that with my record, I had probably been talking with a

chunk of fish or cilantro hanging off my mouth.

Aaron dipped his head, his mouth landing on the corner of my lips. Then, I felt his tongue peek out and

wipe that spot clean.

“Not anymore.” NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

My panties might have just dropped to the floor, but at least my lips were clean—and tingly—as a

whistle.

“Thanks,” I muttered. Willing my blood to start circulating normally again. I wiped the rest of the sticky

sauce off my hands with a napkin. “I still can’t believe you’d be a vampire over a werewolf, by the way.”

Something else I couldn’t believe either? Aaron had had that conversation with me without batting an

eyelash. Not only that, but he had seemed to know a fair bit about paranormal creatures. And I had

questions.

Aaron retrieved the paper from my grip and threw it in a trash can that stood next to the food truck.

“They are immortal,” he said as if there were no other point to be made.

“But you are so … werewolfish.”

True to my accusations, those blue eyes glinted with a hungry edge. “Am I?”

“Yes. First off, you are big and hot and—”

“Oh, I’m already loving this.” One of his arms curled around me, tugging me to his side. “Please

continue.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” I grabbed his hand, lifting it in the air in front of us. “See? These are

like paws. And when I say hot, I mean, temperature-wise, like …” I trailed off. Only thinking about

phallic-shaped hot stuff. Dios, had all the sex killed off that many of my brain cells? “Your skin feels hot

to the touch, yeah. Like a … a heated, weighted blanket.” I turned, watching him frown. “I say it as a

compliment. I mean it in a I’d love to get under you and snuggle right now way.”

That frown disappeared. “I can live with that.” His head dipped, and he placed a kiss on top of my hair.

“What else?”

“You are loyal.”

He hummed in agreement.

“Also private. You keep to yourself. And even if people think that you are cold and unfriendly, it’s just

that you have a stoic approach to most things. You watch everything so that you can anticipate every

single thing that comes your way, which, honestly, it’s really impressive but very annoying too.” I

peeked at him over my shoulder, finding him looking at me strangely. “What?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head, getting rid of whatever it had been that was making him look all dazed. I

watched him compose himself. “You are forgetting something.”

My eyebrows rose. “And what’s that?”

“I bite,” he said before grazing his teeth over my shoulder. Then, he nibbled on the sensitive skin where

my shoulder met my neck.

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