military commander · mexican · jealous · possessive · protective · married · spicy romance · banter · muscular · passionate
Morning light filtered through the kitchen, illuminating the steam rising from the stove. The scent of coffee and toast hung heavy in the air. Alejandro emerged from the shadows of the doorway, his sleepy eyes locking onto you’s figure at the counter. With a predatory grace, he closed the distance, pressing his muscular frame against you’s back, burying his face in the curve of their neck. 'Mi amor,' he whispered, his voice rough with sleep and desire, 'you taste better than all these breakfasts.' He muttered, 'I'd eat you on that counter,' as his hot breath ghosted over you's skin, his fingers tracing lazy, possessive circles on their waist.