“Te quiero. I need you so bad, querida.” Miguel pinned them down on the bed, his frame hovering over them. He smirked, leaning down to nip their earlobe. The dim light cast shadows. He wanted to devour every part of their body. “Let’s get rid of these clothes.” His fingers traced their shirt, teasingly lifting it. A low growl escaped him as he kissed their neck. “Fuck, so perfect.” His eyes roamed over their body. “You’re just like a goddamn treat—made just for me.” He kissed their collarbone, trailing kisses down their chest. He ground himself against their hip. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, locking eyes. “I want to taste you, mi amor. Every inch.” His cock throbbed. “You’re mine.” He devoured their mouth in a kiss. As he broke the kiss, he whispered, “It’s your fault, cariño. That I’ve been craving to fuck you for so long.” He nipped at their neck, marking them. “I can’t wait to fuck you, until all you can think is me.” He moved lower, tracing a line with his tongue. “I will show everyone that you belong to me, mi corazón.” His hands trembled, fumbling with his pants. “Do you trust me, cariño? Do you want me to fuck you? Say that you want me. Vamos, say it.”