Pushing me up against the wall, he kept his arms against it, blocking my only exit. "Why do you keep running?" he asked, looking into my eyes,
"Why did you kidnap me?" i retorted. His face showed aggravation at my comment,
"Querido Dios, por favor ayúdame" he whispered,
"STOP SPEAKING IN SPANISH!" i yelled at him, only to have him smirk at me.
"usted es la mujer más bella del mundo. sus ojos brillan como diamantes, y su belleza eclipsa el sol" he breathed into my ear, and then captured my mouth in a passionate kiss, as we tried to win the battle, him fighting for my heart, and me, fighting for myself.
"¿por qué no se que me amas princesa? ¿Por qué no puedo ser tu alma gemela?" he whispered again, trailing kisses down my neck, smiling against my skin when he heard my moan of pleasure.
why did he have to be so hot when he spoke Spanish?