She loved him.

The thought came loud and clear from her mind to his. Unbelievable. Keisha was his mate. But it didn't make sense. The watch.... Alejandro mentally shook his head. It didn't matter. What mattered that he found his mate. Although from the horror of the tone he telepathically read she wasn't of the same mind how wonderful her feelings were.

His too.

Warmth, passion, love and lust bursted inside his chest. He wanted to take her again. Show her with his body, sliding into her and her taking him deep, that they were meant to be. But later, hopefully not that much later, he thought as a yawn escaped him. His little tigress wore him out. He had to rest first before he could start his campaign of wooing his mate.

An hour later, he woke up refreshed. And ready. And staring into the loveliest pair of eyes he'd ever seen staring back at him. With wariness. And he detected, the bank fires of passion behind them.

"Morning querida."

Her brow drew together in annoyance. "I've told you not to call me-"

He captured her mouth shutting her up. His tongue explored her mouth, excavating the wondrous treasure of it slowly, gently, languorously. She became pliant against him and he growled in victory when her tongue met his.

Heaven. Pure heaven.

Alejandro gloried in her soft skin. The scent of her and him mingled together still hung in the air drove him mad. But he tamped down the urge to take her hard and fast like before. He had to convince her, long, nice and slow, with his body that she was his. He was hers.

Mates.

Lovers.

Her legs spread wider and wrapped around his hips. Opening herself up to accept him. Alejandro chuckled and thought it might be easier than he thought to convince her that loving him wasn't something horrific. Her body already knew it. And under the pleasure of his hands, mouth and tongue and cock, her mind would soon accept it. So God in heaven help him.

She undulated her hips and he slipped in. He froze and stayed still as her soft warm heat enveloped around the tip of his cock and squeezed. Breathing hard and ragged he pushed himself off, looked into her eyes, dark and hooded with desire, and willed himself not to plunge himself balls deep.

More. The thought jumped from her mind to his. I want more of you.

Keisha rolled her hips again and he slipped in a little more. Forget heaven. This was hell.

Shaking his head, he pulled out and his whole body convulsed.

"Alejandro?" Although muffled he heard clearly that she was worried. Her breath tickled his neck and he realized he was crushing her. He took deep lungfuls of much needed air until he was ready to move. Leaning slightly up off her he let his eyes roamed over her. Her hair spilled out over his pillow. Her skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, calling him to use his tongue to quench his thirst above pert bow lips, along her jaw and collarbone. He'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Or anything more tempting.

"Querida," the word escaped in a rattling voice, "you're going to stop doing that."

Keisha smirked. Then raised her hips, brushing her slickness against him before he could move away and off to her side, his knee brushing her torn negligee. "What, that?"

His mate liked to play games. So did he, thought Alejandro, as an idea formed in his head. With one hand he grasped both her wrists together and moved them above her head. His eyes never glanced away from hers and neither did hers. Her breath became as ragged as his as she waited for what he'd do next. Using his free hand, he distangled the torn purple fabric and quickly bound her hands to the headboard. Eyes widening, she tugged on the silky restraints.

"What are you doing," she demanded, sounding less outraged and more turned on than she meant to.

"Keeping you still querida," he said feeling quite predatory as he watched in rapt hunger the rise and fall of her breasts and turgid, brown nipples. "And what a feast you look. Next time I'll have a mirror installed above so you can see you how I see you."

Her eyes narrowed as if she wanted to say something- of course he heard it- but stopped herself.

"You're going to love what happens next querida," he said with unflinching determination. "I'll do it for you whenever you want me to."

Before she could voice her protests, he glided down between her thighs, nipping, licking and kissing as much as her skin as possible on his way down. Cupping her buttocks, he lifted and held her quivering body. Then buried his nose in her wet folds and breathed in deep. He heard her gasp as if far away. He was intoxicated by her heat for him. Her scent, slightly salty, promising a world of sweetness for his tongue.

"God you smell so good," he rumbled, then lifted his gaze to hers. "Want to know how you smell like?"

Keisha slowly nodded her head.

"A little bit of me. But your want of me is overpowering it," he tsked then crooned, "I'll make you smell of me here again soon. Do you want that?"

She nodded her again this time frantically, her thighs shaking violently against his shoulders.

"Good answer. Now keep still and watch me taste you."

One long, slow wipe up and between her folds was all it took for her nearly slip out his grasp. He tightened his old on her, murmuring that she wasn't going nowhere. He could feel her gaze burning a hole in the top of his head as he nails raked his skin.

He took his time loving every inch of her, thrusting and unfurling his tongue inside her. Her body was on fire, writhing under him, spurring him on to give her more. Take her higher. Make her burn hotter.

He replaced her hips on his forearm freeing his hand. Adding one finger then two, he thrusted them into her as he ate her pussy like a starving beast. Voraciously, viciously. Curling his fingers up he rubbed against the the soft, wet wall, captured the hardened bud above her slit at the same and suckled it. Hard.

Alejandro chuckled into her, the vibrations sending pleasurable sensations, when her body arched off her bed as she cried out, not to stop. Her hands clasped into his fro and held on as she rode her hips up into his mouth, thighs and inner walls clamping around her him as she brought herself to release.

Oh no, his mate wasn't about to have her way. Releasing his hold on her, he distangled her hands from his hair and pinned them down above her thighs.

"I thought I said stay still."

"I will when you let me come," she whimpered.

"Then stay still," he ordered.

They gazed at each other what felt like ours until Keisha became pliant on the bed in surrender. He awarded her for a good behavior but when his mouth bent down again to claim her clitoris he'd already decided what her punishment would be.

With his fingers, mouth and tongue he fucked her pussy bringing her to the pleasurable pain of blissful release. Then pulled away.

"No! What are you doing?"

Alejandro ignored Keisha and concentrated on placing love bites along the V of her upper thighs. She cursed and begged and still he did not comply. Until she got the idea and quieted down. Again he licked, suckled and thrusted. Again she began to shake with her coming release. Again he pulled away.

"You fucking bastard!"

"Cursing at me querida won't get you what you want."

"Not letting me come will make me kill you."

"Then who'll make you come?"

"I'll find someone else."

His body hardened immediately with fury and he growled, "No man will ever touch you querida. I'll tear him apart any who thinks to try."

His anger seemed to have stunned her. Her warring thoughts of his audacity to command her and how turned on she was, confirmed it. But the loudest thought was how badly she wanted come. It overwhelmed everything else. Her acquiescence soothed the hurt of his mate seeking another lover.

Alejandro wanted to punish her for her poorly made joke but his prior punishment of bringing her to almost release was a double edged sword. He was in excruciating pain to bury himself deep inside her and nestled between her softness where he belonged.

Keisha tugged on her restraints, making her breasts bounce up and down, getting his attention. The momentary lapse of desire with bad jokes and anger ignited back to life once he looked into her eyes.

"Come Alejandro. Please make me come? Let's come together?"

"Sim querida."

Come. Come. Come. That was all he heard. He couldn't wait any longer. In seconds they were skin to skin. He nudged her legs wider hooking her left leg over his shoulder and pushed towards her chest. He felt the heat of her directly on him setting him afire inside and out on how much she burned for him.

"Alejandro," she whimpered. "Plea-"

He thrusted into her in one slick motion. He was home. He was with his mate. His love.

They moaned together. Capturing her mouth, he glided in and out, in and out. A slow drag of wondrous and painful bliss. He placed light kiss across the seam of her lips, her cheeks and eyelids then trailed down towards her earlobe, suckling the flesh. His free hand fondled her breast, twisting, pulling and pinching the peaked nipple. Keisha moaned, the sound filling the air, sensuous music to his ears, along with the moist slapping sounds as he pulled in and thrust back into her.

"God querida." He returned to her mouth, loving it as he loved her. "You feel so good."

"Alejandro," she whispered on a breathy sigh. "So...good..."

He felt her spasm around him and knew she was close. His hand trailed down her generous breast, her stomach to the hardened nub above her slick folds, rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion. Her hips rotating with it.

"Look at me Keisha." Her eyes fluttered open and he drowned in them. His thrusts became faster, deeper, as she clenched and unclenched around him, as if her body loathed letting him go when he pulled out and gladly opened up when he sank back into her. Sweet, sweet heaven. "Come for me."

Alejandro felt the tremors of her release, her walls fisting around him tighter and tighter, as she writhed beneath him, drawing out his own release. They came together, a hot flash of light blazed over his eyes. He pumped into her heat, everything he had and swallowed her cries into his heart and soul as he growled his pleasure into her mouth. Spent, he collapsed on top of her his breath ragged.

Never, never had he experienced anything like this with a woman. Loving his mate was entirely different. Intense. Euphoric.

Tearing the fabric from her wrists, he rolled onto his back taking Keisha with him. Still joined he kissed the racing pulse in her neck then nuzzled it. The soft snores of his beloved mate satisfied him.

Though it didn't make any sense and outside the rules of the curse Keisha was made for him. And he couldn't be more pleased. He loved her.

Now all he needed were the words. Three little words.

👩😽💓👩😽💓👩😽💓

If Keisha didn't already have DNA and veritable proof that she and her brother were related she did now.

Closing the door quietly behind her and bag in hand, she made her way her towards her car, without a backwards glance or thought of the man she left behind. Or the note she quickly wrote reminding him of his photo shoot with his final mate bachelorette. And wishing him well in claiming his mate.

Keisha groaned and shook her head. Of all the things she could've done. Falling for a man she couldn't have and who wasn't meant to be hers was one thing. But now that she knew the feel of his body above hers, moving inside her...flushing from the recent memories of being well loved made her body warm. She could still feel him.

Keisha shook her head again. "No. He's not for you."

She turned around and looked back at the house for one last glimpse. Soon the curse will be broken and the lady of the house will set the man to rights. A vice gripped her heart and she rubbed her chest to rid herself the pain. She all kinds of foolish but she brought this on herself. It was time to move on.

"Goodbye Alejandro," she whispered then made her way to her car, drove back home to get ready for a party.