CHAPTER 3: THIAGO

"Sandro?" I grunted softly after a long, heavy silence had settled over the dark room.

"Mmm?" she hummed, her breath warm against the crook of my neck. I shifted under her, my heavy frame still pinning her flushed body against the mattress. I lazily dragged my fingers down the curve of her waist, my bare skin hot against hers.

"You're heavy," she whispered, her hips giving a subtle, teasing twitch beneath me.

My jaw tightened, a low groan escaping my throat. Even through the fog of post-orgasmic exhaustion, the friction of her skin made my cock pulse back to life against her pelvis.

"I'm staying right here," I muttered, pressing a lingering kiss to the base of her throat before finally shifting off her, taking the spent condom with me and tossing it into the trash.

I stepped into her adjoining bathroom, grabbed a handful of clean, damp cotton cloths, and returned to the bed. Without a word, I gently parted her trembling thighs to clean her off, carefully wiping away the slick remnants of our mess.

She watched me with a slight furrow between her brows, unused to a man handling her so deliberately after the fact.

"Thank you," she muttered, her voice quiet.

I shrugged, tossing the cloth aside before pulling on my dark slacks. "Need anything?"

I caught her eyes tracking the movement of my abdomen as I buttoned my trousers, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip before she looked away.

"Just that tunic, over there," she said, pointing toward a folded grey shirt on her dresser.

I picked it up, handed it to her, and watched as she pulled it over her head. She rubbed her thighs with both palms, her legs still visibly shaking from the intensity of what we’d just done.

I leaned down, gripping her jaw firmly to press a hard, lingering kiss to her lips. "You were incredible, Sandro."

She offered a lazy, wicked smirk. "You weren't completely hopeless yourself."

I froze, pulling back to glare down at her with mock irritation. "Hopeless? That's your assessment?"

"Yeah," she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've had more memorable work done."

I scoffed, my pride taking an instant hit. Before she could laugh, I reached out, grabbed both of her ankles, and yanked her body forward so hard her back slammed against the mattress.

"Hey! I was joking—"

"Shut your mouth," I growled, diving down and burying my face between her wide-open thighs.

She yelped as my wet, relentless tongue shoved back into her slick center, my fingers digging brutally into her thighs to hold her pinned to the bed. I moaned against her wetness, feeling her hands instantly fly to my hair, gripping tight as I ate her out with aggressive, punishing speed.

"Thiago... I was... fucking around," she gasped out, her hips jerking against my mouth as my thumb found her swollen clit and began tracing tight, heavy circles over it.

"I take my performance very seriously," I muttered against her skin, thrusting my tongue deep into her, swirling over her sensitive walls before lapping back up to her peak.

I looked up through my lashes, holding her wide, dazed eyes while I devoured her. She whimpered, her hands flying to the headboard above her as she tried to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensory overload.

"Drive you out of your mind, did I?" I taunted, my tone low and dark.

"Fuck," she cried out, her knuckles turning white against the wood as another massive wave of friction shattered her control.

I flipped her over in one swift motion, pinning her beneath me on her back while my mouth stayed locked to her core.

"Ride my face, Sandro," I ordered, my palms digging into the soft flesh of her ass to force her down onto my tongue.

She rolled her hips wildly, unbothered by the mess as her release poured out over my jaw. She threw her head back, gripping her bare breast through the tunic, her chest heaving as she let out a ragged, undone scream.

"You like that?" I growled, feeling her internal walls throb violently. "Tell me how hopeless I am now."

"Yes! Fuck, Thiago!" she whimpered.

I sealed my lips over her clit, sucking it hard into my mouth. She hissed, her entire body rigid with hyper-sensitivity. I lapped up every drop of her sweet, heavy taste, completely unyielding until her thighs stopped trembling and her breath broke into ragged, quiet sobs of pure pleasure.

When I finally lifted my head, her eyes were glazed over, her body completely limp against the sheets.

"I swear... if you put your hands on me again... I'll kill you," she rasped out into the pillow, clutching her stomach in utter exhaustion.

I stood up, wiping my mouth with a hand towel, a victorious grin spreading across my face. "Not bad for an amateur, right?"

"Go to hell," she muttered, rolling into a tight ball on her side and closing her eyes.

Before I could reply, my phone vibrated violently against the nightstand, the heavy ringing cutting through the quiet room. My jaw set into a grim line as I checked the screen.

"Speak," I barked into the receiver, switching effortlessly into rapid, fluent Portuguese.

Sandro's eyes cracked open at the sudden change in my voice, her brows drawing together as she listened to the dark, lethal tone I held with whoever was on the other end.

"Not my problem," I snapped in Portuguese, turning my back to her as I pulled on my shirt. "Is he still breathing? Then keep him that way until I arrive."

I ended the call, tucked the phone into my pocket, and finished buttoning my collar.

"I have to clear out," I said, looking down at her. "Are you going to be able to walk, or do I need to carry you to the shower?"

Sandro tried to sit up, swung her legs over the bed, and immediately collapsed back onto the mattress as her knees gave out completely. She let out a frustrated groan.

I couldn't help the genuine, quiet laugh that escaped me—a rare, easy sound—my dimple showing as I shook my head. "Right. My apologies."

I reached into her nightstand, retrieved my heavy silver piece, and tucked it securely into the waistband at the back of my pants.

"You're a menace," she muttered, though her eyes lingered on the line of my shoulders.

I stepped up to the edge of the bed, cupped her chin in my palm, and leaned down to deliver one last, deep, possessive kiss. She tasted like whiskey and her own sweet arousal, and she moaned softly against my lips despite her exhaustion.

"Lock the deadbolt behind me, Sandro," I growled softly against her mouth. "Because next time I come through that door, I won't be nearly as gentle."

Before she could process the threat, I turned on my heel, stepped out into the dark hallway, and let the heavy door click shut behind me.