Erik's words echoed in my mind, and I felt a part of me more connected with him. I was drawn into the mystery of the part I didn't understand, eager to grasp every detail of its meaning. Did he want to love me? In what way? Uncertainty engulfed me, but amid it, a certainty solidified: we didn't need words to understand each other.

His warm breath brushed against my skin as his lips delicately explored my shoulders, smoothly gliding as the fabric of the sweater surrendered to him. The caress of his lips and beard provoked a nervous laugh and a pleasant tickling that ran through my body.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked between kisses, his voice laden with tenderness.

"No," I replied, longing to explore more, although a shadow of fear hinted inside me, afraid to venture too far into unknown territory.

"Do you like it?" he whispered against my skin as he descended towards the neckline, eliciting a barely audible sigh from me between kisses.

"Yes," I murmured, feeling my voice filled with excitement.

He stopped playing with my sweater to get rid of his shirt, revealing a torso that took my breath away. The details of the tattoo on his forearms extended to cover the upper half of his body. There were too many details to see them all, but among them stood out two intertwined Viking axes on his chest and a skull with horns, imposing and fascinating at the same time.

"I got burned in the accident," he explained, taking my hand and guiding it to a part of his torso where I could clearly feel the relief of the scars. "I got tattoos to hide them," he let go of my hand and I continued to caress his torso with curiosity.

"Also on your arms?" I asked, and he shook his head. "For pleasure then?" a small laugh escaped from his lips as he nodded. "Vicioso (Naughty)," I said in Spanish, making him look at me amused for a moment before closing his eyes again.

I leaned in and kissed his skin as I ran my hands over his torso. Erik let himself fall on the couch, sighing with pleasure at my kisses, dropping his arms to the sides and completely surrendering his body to my lips.

My lips found the scars, which I kissed affectionately, without any trace of discomfort. However, I felt a huge need awakening in me to caress and care for him. After a few minutes, those innocent kisses weren't enough; I longed for more of him. I straightened up, catching Erik's attention, who looked at me with eyes as fiery as the flames in the fireplace, which reflected in his greenish iris.

With some unease in his voice, he affirmed that it wasn't necessary for me to do it, what he didn't know was that I was dying to do it. He nodded and delicately caressed my arms.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, leaning towards me to kiss the bare skin of my neckline. I released the band of his hair, which no longer held it well, and took advantage of that freedom to play with his reddish and curly locks.

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"You make me feel that way," I murmured before kissing his head, enjoying the play of lips on my body, which bordered the limit of my bra, as if respecting an invisible border.

"Hold on," I didn't have time to ask what he intended when I felt his movement and instinctively clung to his neck.

Erik spun in an agile movement, leaving me sitting on the couch while he knelt in front of me. He looked at me with an expression between amused and innocent at the small cry that escaped from my lips when he lifted me with him. I stuck out my tongue in response to his mischief.

"Don't do it again," I scolded him with a smile.

"Yes, boss," he whispered, making a small bow of submission with his head. He took my hand and began to kiss it from the wrist to the forearm delicately, unleashing sensations that spread throughout my being, making me tremble with desire.

"You like kisses," I affirmed. Never before had someone kissed me like that, and I had to admit that I loved it and doubted that I could get tired of it quickly.

"I like kissing you," he corrected, ascending my arm. His fingers took my chin for a moment before descending to my neck, encircling it in a way that made me shiver. I couldn't explain why it excited me so much that he held me that way. He didn't exert pressure, he just looked at me with desire, keeping his eyes fixed on my lips.

Something told me that Erik was much hotter in intimacy, but he was holding back to not scare me, letting me feel like I had control.

I moistened my lips suggestively, watching how his gaze didn't waver from them, feeling his fingers exerting a slight pressure against my skin, as he had done before with my hip when excitement invaded him.

"Kiss me," I asked, and he didn't hesitate to throw himself at my lips with passion, further igniting the fire between us. I took his hand and directed it to my chest, knowing that perhaps he was worried about taking the first step after I confessed my insecurity about it. However, as soon as I gave him permission, he pressed gently, flooding me with new sensations that I thought I knew, but turned out to be completely new.

His fingers timidly slid under the fabric of the bra, causing me to arch my back and gasp with pleasure, but maybe he misunderstood it because he withdrew them immediately.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, still kissing me.

"No. Do it again," I asked, biting his lip and pulling it mischievously, though gently. Erik put his hand back in, this time with more confidence, until he could cup my breast with his palm. I knew that fabric could be a bit tricky to handle if he wanted to play with my body, and although a part of me feared he wouldn't like my breasts, I thought it was better to find out now than later.

I unhooked my bra, letting it fall as Erik stopped kissing me to admire me. He swallowed hard and stood up, gently pulling my hand so that I would also stand up.

"I would like to spend the rest of my life caressing your skin," his fingers touched me delicately, sending shivers down my body. I closed my eyes, feeling how certain parts of my body were burning completely. "I don't want to scare you or pressure you," he bit my neck, and our naked torsos fit perfectly, making the heat of our desire create a connection that seemed otherworldly.

"I'm fine," I assured, stroking his back gently with my nails, feeling him bite me a little harder, which I enjoyed at that moment.

He moved his mouth away from my neck to stare into my eyes. "Tell me to stop now, because if you don't, I'm going to want you to scream my name until you're hoarse," his tone of voice was sensual like I had never heard it before.

"Do it."