military commander · mexican · jealous · possessive · protective · married · spicy romance · banter · muscular · passionate
The soft morning light spilled into the kitchen, catching the steam rising from the stove. The air was rich with the smell of fresh coffee and browning toast. Alejandro appeared in the doorway, his frame shadowed for a moment before he stepped into the room. His sleepy gaze fixed on you at the counter. He crossed the space with a silent, predatory ease, closing the distance until his solid warmth was pressed against your back. He dipped his head, his lips brushing the side of your neck as he breathed in your scent. ‘Mi amor,’ he whispered, his voice gravelly with sleep and wanting, ‘nothing on that stove smells as good as you.’ His mouth grazed your ear. ‘I’d eat you right here instead.’ His hands settled on your hips, fingers spreading in a slow, claiming circle, his breath…