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(Warning; lovemaking with amorous details!... and I do not own this novela!)

Chapter 39

As the Reyes, the guests, and the rest of the employees continued on with their partying, Franco and his brothers noticed that Ruth was nowhere to be seen. The three began to panic and scourged the house for her, only to discover her locked in an amorous embrace with a young man. The brothers lowered their guards when they realized it was only Antonio, Ruth's boyfriend, who had run away from home to reunite with Ruth.

Given the troubles they had encountered with the kidnappings, the brothers were still on the fence. Luckily, Eva vouched for Antonio, informing them that she remembered his kindness when he and Ruth gave her a ride home after Leandro's grand opening night. Because he had run away from his overprotective father, Antonio was offered shelter at Mrs. Melissa's home, much to everyone's delight.

The next day came and there had been no news of Dinora's capture. It worried Franco and Oscar because they had suffered horribly with Juan and even Ruth's kidnapping. That woman needed to pay for her crimes as soon as possible.

It even bothered Oscar as he watched Juan carry on with his usual morning work as if nothing had happened. Also, the fact that the police were slacking now that there is evidence pointing to Dinora Rosales.

"They are useless, Juan!" shouted Oscar. "And I'll tell them right to their faces! How come they haven't captured that woman yet, huh? What good are the police if they let these people do whatever they want?"

Franco agreed with Oscar, who was slowly losing his patience over the police's faltering job.

"They said they're on her track," said Franco. "But what track? This woman must be who knows where laughing her ass off, Juan."

"The worst thing is that there are more people missing." added Oscar, referring to Dinora's past lovers whom Dinora had informed Juan during the times she tortured him. "The friends and suitors of that damn bitch. They're lost or never returned. Who knows where the hell those poor souls could be?"

Juan gazed over at Oscar as he continued on grooming one of the horses with a brush.

"Probably buried anywhere under those lands," Juan muttered. "Where they almost killed me and Ruth. We saw many strange graves."

Franco and Oscar gawked at Juan in disbelief. That Dinora Rosales is definitely a viper. A dangerous one at that.

"Ruth and I were in one of them." Juan went on as he worked on the horse's mane. "We went through hell getting out of it."

"Juancho, I will stop calling myself Franco Reyes…" said Franco, his heart growing cold at the brutality that Viper put his brother and Ruth through. "If this woman hasn't taken the souls of a few Christians. And her crimes surely have gone unpunished."

He heard Juan and Oscar sighing to themselves at the severity of Dinora's crimes.

"Juancho, you should take the police with you to these graves." Franco suggested.

Juan declined the suggestion and simply wanted to put this entire fiasco behind him. Even though he's angry with what had happened to him, Juan only wanted to dedicate his time with Norma and his son. What really triggered him was that he was still not married to her. Franco and Oscar understood that portion of his grief, but still thought it would help to investigate the graves. The two watched their older brother toss the horse's brush to the side and stalked away with his shoulders sadly slumped.

Oscar turned to look at Franco.

"Juan should have already been married to Norma," he muttered. "I should be living with Jimena."

"I agree with that. They should be looking into that, right?"

Oscar nodded and then eyed Franco curiously.

"How are things with you and Sarita?"

Franco sighed sorrowfully, knowing Sarita's recent absence still bothered him. He missed her.

"Well, as you can see…" answered Franco, his eyes avoiding Oscar's curious gaze. "I'm sure Mrs. Gabriela is making her life a living hell and she won't let her near me. But this afternoon, I will see her, Oscar."

He stared off into the distance, his need to see Sarita proving more to be a challenge. If only she manages to escape her overbearing mother. He really did miss her. He desperately needed to see her.

That afternoon, true to his word, Franco took his horse out into the fields by the fences, hoping to see if Sarita would finally meet with him.

He felt his heart strumming warmly at the sight of her. She actually came.

He smiled a boyish smile and waved at her and her radiance caused his heart to swell in his chest. Sarita was undeniably breathtaking.

There was definitely no other woman who could compete with her. Everything about her provoked him to do anything just to keep her smiling the way she did. She was his angel.

She finally reached the fences, her smile never fading from her adorable doll-like face as she signaled her horse to turn to one side.

"Listen, we can go far out back from here." he told her, pointing to where he had found an abandoned outhouse instead of their usual spot by the boulder. "Would you like to go there with me?"

She giggled bashfully and nodded, her cheeks tinting innocently as her small hand gently adjusted her hat.

He grinned at her and obliged her to follow him to where they could finally be alone.

She followed him to where the abandoned outhouse was located and rested her horse next to his. He hurried over to her side and helped her off her horse. The smile she carried had faded, and Franco could sense her sudden nerves when he leant his head down to kiss her.

He wanted that kiss to linger on for it had been a while since he last kissed her or even held her, but she instantly pulled away from him and proceeded to walk towards the outhouse.

Franco stared at her, a sudden longing enveloping him as he watched her open the rickety door of the wooden outhouse and enter it.

He followed her, his entire being entranced by her. He saw her with her back to him, her hat placed neatly on a wooden bar behind her as her small lithe hands nervously toyed with a tattered rope that hung from the ceiling.

Without taking his eyes off her, Franco placed his own hat on one of the rakes closest to him before taking tentative steps towards her.

He felt her sighing when she felt his presence, her obvious nerves showing through her pristine little fingers as they continued to hold on to the rope for dear life.

Sarita had been on his mind all night and all day. Her absence nearly had him torn. He truly missed her. To finally have her with him, alone, was all he ever hoped for. He loved her, everything about her. That temper, her heart, and her warmth. There's nothing in the world that could put a stop on how he honestly felt about her.

She was already his and he was hers.

He could feel her nervousness and he yearned to soothe them. Slowly, he now stood behind her, his lips aching to cherish the flawless soft skin of her neck. With a careful hand, he slid his fingers through her dark locks, pushing the lush strands aside to reveal more of her delicate neck. He kissed her softly on her cheek, and he felt her tremble and then relax at his torturous touch. His lips began to sing praises at her satin-like skin as they gently traveled down from her cheek to tease that sensitive area under her jaw. With the one hand cradling her neck, he tilted her head back on his shoulder, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her throat and chin to grant him better access to the other side of her neck. But as soon as he began to place more tedious and tender kisses there, Sarita quickly came to her senses and pulled herself away from him.

Franco watched her through baited breath as her hands nervously covered where his lips had been with her hair. She turned from him again and Franco wondered if he had gone too far.

"Is there something wrong, Sara?" he asked her, his eyes wide with worry.

She let forth a shaky breath and answered him. Her back still turned to him.

"Fernando..." she answered, her voice solemn. "He can only inconvenience me with his comments, Franco."

Franco's shoulders tensed watching Sarita nervously toying with the hem of her white button-up blouse.

"He told me you're not a man for just one woman and that I have to settle with not being the only one, and seeing you in secret like a common slut."

Franco's nose flared at her words. How dare that bastard insinuate such things? How dare he refer to Sarita as something so degrading?

"That asshole keeps on insulting you." Franco seethed, his hand now gripping the tattered rope that hung from the ceiling. In his mind, he pictured himself wrapping his fingers around Escandon's throat.

"It's the only thing that guy knows how to do." she said, shrugging her shoulders in defeat.

Franco refrained from thinking vengeful thoughts of the horrible man who is obviously triggering Sarita and instead focused more on trying to console her. He could tell she was beginning to have more doubts about their relationship, but he needed to assure her that what that vile Escandon had said to her wasn't true. Sarita was the only woman he had eyes for. She was the only woman he loved and there was no one else to say otherwise.

"Come here." he said to her, his hands grasping her protectively around her waist as he pulled her onto his lap. She succumbed to him, a small but meek smile forming on her pouty lips. He wanted to kiss them, to convince her away from the lies that bastard had spewed against her.

As she interlaced her fingers with his, Franco's free hand pulled away the flowing hair covering the left side of her face. What he saw there nearly had him seeing red.

Her left eye was marred with a slight purplish bruise.

Franco already knew who could've done this to her.

She made to retaliate from his grasp, but he towered over her, holding her perfectly still. He brought his hands to cup her face, his fingers gently touched her bruise and Franco felt his blood boil when she winced.

"Looks like he can do more than insult you." he seethed. "He can throw a punch, can he?"

"No..no…" Sarita stammered, her eyes brimming while trying to shove his hands away.

"Did that bastard do this to your face, Sara?" he pried, his eyes flaring at the thought of that asshole putting his hands on her once again.

"I fell, Franco." she told him, finally dropping his hands from her face. "I fell…"

Franco knew she was lying. As strong as Sarita appeared to be, a liar she cannot be. From all those moments he had spent with her, he learned almost everything about her. Sarita was very expressive, particularly with her eyes. When she was happy, they sparkled like two precious fireflies. If she were angry, they would spark like dangerous flames. If she were upset, they would avert or water.

Hearing her excuse and watching those expressive brown eyes avert from him and how she trembled in his arms let him know that she was in fact lying.

That asshole had dared to lay a hand on her again and he was going to pay. He darted for the door but Sarita stopped him in his tracks.

"Franco!" she yelled, pulling his arm from opening the door. "Franco, where are you going?"

"To get that son of a bitch!" he shouted. "I won't let that bastard touch you!"

She held onto him, her hands gripping the front of his shirt. As furious as he was, Franco took hold of her and brought a finger to her chin, lifting it up so she'd look into his intense gaze.

"Sara…" he said to her, observing the bruise on her eye more closely. "I won't permit anyone else to lay a hand on you. No one."

She gripped the front of his shirt and pulled him farther away from the door.

"Don't leave." She told him, her eyes begging. "Don't leave, please. We don't need any more trouble now."

Before Franco could answer, Sarita crushed her lips to his and the wrath he had felt almost dimmed. She pulled away and looked up at him, a longing of her own slowly embedding in her soft brown eyes.

"Stay here with me." she begged.

"What?" he asked, incredulously staring back at her. "And let that bastard talk more shit about you? No, Sara..."

She smiled up at him, her eyes softening as her small hands nervously kneaded the front of his shirt and Franco felt a strange but slight warmth enveloping him. From the way she looked up at him, those eyes that pleaded with him, were telling him another story.

"At least we'll give him a good reason to call me names.." she said to him, her eyes gleaming adoringly at him while her beautiful pouty lips formed into a gentle smile as her cheeks began to tint adorably in that precious pink hue.

Franco felt himself growing weak realizing what she was implying.

He nearly lost his breath as he stared back into her eyes.

Could she be sure?

With careful hands, he brought them up to her cup face, his fingers gently stroking the blush on her porcelain cheeks as if she were made of glass, that would easily shatter into pieces without proper care.

He leaned forward, holding her still, and descended his lips upon hers. He kissed her softly, reveling in her incredible softness and warmth. Most importantly, he marveled at how much she meant to him.

Within that chaste kiss, Franco laced each movement with all the love he could muster. His fingers stroked her reddening cheeks as his lips worshipped hers, silently whispering how much he adored her and how much he loved her.

He felt her wrapping her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. He ignored the sweet sensation of how her small round breasts pressed up against him, but continued lavishing her full, enticing pouty lips as if his life depended on it.

In her daze, Sarita broke away from their kiss and pulled him towards the neatly stacked hay in the center of the outhouse.

He could tell she was nervous again from the way her hands trembled when she kneaded his arms and back. He claimed her lips again, reassuring her that she had nothing else to worry about.

She sighed in between kisses as Franco delved his fingers into her hair, grasping it when he whisked his lips from hers and began to trail languorous kisses down her neck. She tilted her head back, granting him more access to ravage her soft flesh. He heard her utter a small moan at his amorous antics and the melodious sound urged him to recapture her lips.

His hands were wandering from her face and neck, until they settled on the front of her intrusive white blouse. He could feel her gentle heart beating beneath her blouse as his fingers clasped around the first button above her heaving breasts.

Her breath caught in her throat, tearing her lips from his to stare into his hazy eyes. She smiled bashfully up at him, giving him permission to rid her of this unwanted piece of clothing.

Through careful and skillful fingers, Franco slowly began to unbutton her blouse, one by one, his eyes glued intently into hers as he watched her cheeks glowing for he knew she'd never shown this side of herself to anyone.

When he reached the last button of her blouse, he paused, allowing his eyes to take in the small round mounds that hid from him behind an innocent white bra.

"Sarita…" he whispered, his hands settling on her sides and slowly traveling up her waist as he leaned his lips down to graze hers. "You are so precious…"

He felt her hands unbuttoning his shirt, and the warm and sensual feel of her fingers on his skin encouraged him to devour her lips. She managed to rid him of his shirt and he deepened the kiss, his hands trailing up the satiny skin of the small of her back. He held her to him, the fire within him rejoicing at the lush feel of her bare skin against his.

She felt incredible.

He was starting to get hard, but he tried to keep his desire at bay because he didn't want to scare her with his raging passion.

This was her first time.

He needed her to feel safe. He needed her to feel all the love he felt for her before he could physically make her his.

He grasped a handful of her hair as his mouth devoured hers, distilling his length from hardening at her sinful, yet tentative touches. Her little hands traveled up his back and Franco couldn't stand how her titillating caresses were affecting him.

He fought the urge more when she whisked her lips from his and proceeded to kiss his neck and shoulder. He bit forth a guttural moan at this new sensation. Her lips were so full and so soft, and feeling them anywhere but his lips were sending him off the edge. He immediately went hard.

Dying to reclaim her lips, he grabbed her face and he nearly throbbed at the way she shook her hair out of her eyes, revealing that fire within them and how perfectly ravaged her lips appeared.

Sarita had no idea how intoxicating she can be...

He brushed his thumbs against her full pouty lips before savoring them. Again, she peppered a few kisses down his chest and as his hands finally slid her white blouse off her arms, yearning to feel more of her undeniable softness.

He held her around her waist, his wandering hands clutching her possessively against him and moaning when their lips sought one another. Trailing his hands up her back, Franco sighed pleasurably as the tips of his fingers praised the sanity feel of her undiscovered skin until they reached the meddlesome clasp of her bra.

He so desperately wanted to tear that unwanted garment, but as hard as he was, he still fought the urge to do so.

His teasing, his tender caresses, and his starving kisses were unleashing a sudden passion within her, permitting the sweetest sounds and gasps to escape her ravaged lips.

He yearned to hear more of them.

The more he teased her… the more he caressed...and the more he kissed her, Sarita would tremble delicately in his arms and moan his name, igniting him even further.

He whisked his lips from hers, and attacked her neck, savoring the sweet skin, making her throw her head back and sigh when his teeth grazed that soft fair flesh. From her neck, he managed to place several but patient kisses along her collar bones, nipping and teasing her as he went. Once his lips reached the tops of her hidden round mounds, she shuddered and her hands gripped at his back. He marveled at their firmness, his lips simply tasting this unexplored area of her lithe and supple body.

"Franco…" she moaned, her fingers burying themselves in the skin of his back as his mouth worshipped the tops of her small breasts. "Franco…"

Hearing her say his name in such a way while he lavished her, provoked him to kiss her again. So, he ceased his torturous teasing from her heaving, yet concealed breasts, and trailed up her neck, making her shudder again with abandon.

Her hands were no longer nestled on his back, but now settled on his forearms as she tried to kiss down his chest again. He felt himself throb with need but distilled her, grabbing her face with his hands to claim her full lips with his.

He held her there for a few seconds, feeling her quivering with her own need. He tore away from their heated kiss and stared deeply into her eyes, which shone brightly at him with such intensity and passion.

It was at that moment, he knew that she was truly ready. She needed him as much as he needed her.

He let his hands travel down her body, his thoughts relishing just how perfectly soft and pliant she was under his every flaming touch. His hands wrapped around her small waist, his eyes never leaving hers as his fingers found purchase on the seam of her jeans.

Her eyes widened and she tensed a little when his fingers trailed lethargic patterns on her taut abdomen before settling on the front of her belt.

His eyes pleaded with hers for permission, and it was granted when she smiled adoringly at him, her cheeks reddening.

Never leaving his eyes off hers, Franco slowly knelt in front of her, his hands caressing the creamy soft skin of her taut tummy. He couldn't help but press his lips on it, kissing and worshipping that wondrous bare and innocent flesh. Sarita gasped at his new experience, her trembling fingers burying in his hair when he kissed her above her ribcage until he reached her navel. Her breath hitched once he kissed that bare skin just above her belt, in which his hands began to slowly unbuckle.

He looked up at her, his eyes begging her if he should keep going. Should he keep going?

He received his answer when she timidly smiled down at him. He felt his heart strum longingly in his chest, thoroughly loving how that adorable blush stained her perfectly porcelain cheeks as she bit her lush bottom lip.

He unfastened her belt very slowly, taking his sweet time, showing her that what she will share with will not be in vain. He undid the three silver buttons of the front of her jeans and his heart nearly gave out once he caught a glimpse of her modest white panties.

Damn…

The front of his own jeans began to feel rather tight. He was straining and it was all her fault.

Why did she have to be so damn precious?

And so damn tempting.

She signaled him back to his feet, her lips crushing against his. He couldn't hold it anymore and he held her flush against him, his anxious hand wrapping her leg around his waist. He moaned into the kiss, feeling his hardness throbbing against her as he gently laid her down on a pile of neatly stacked hay.

"Sarita…" he rasped against their kiss, a surge of fire coursing throughout his every core. "Damn it, Sara…"

He felt her arch her back once his hands slid up her torso to cradle the back of her neck. She moaned when he began to place gentle kisses down her chin and down her neck. He bit back a moan of his own when he grazed the tops of her heaving breasts, which were still concealed in that treacherously modest white bra.

How he yearned to see them. To touch them and tease them with his mouth and hearing her sigh his name.

He had her trembling with need in his arms, her adorable little moans and mewls rattling his mind.

His hands toyed with the back of her bra, his fingers itching to unclasp that intrusive piece of clothing.

And so he did.

His mouth watered at the sight of them.

There they were.

Her breasts were now bare to him. They were small as he imagined them to be, but he could never have imagined them to be so perfect.

They were so pert, round, and firm as they rose and fell by her quivering breaths.

Those nipples…

So tiny and pink, nearly resembling dainty little roses, budding ever so slightly at the need to be tended and savored.

His eyes glowered hungrily at them for he wanted so much to take them between his lips and tease them until she couldn't take it.

Sarita noticed his prying eyes on her chest and Franco watched her cheeks flush into a deeper shade of red as she covered breasts with her shaking hands.

Franco sighed, realizing that he had made her uncomfortable with his prolonging stare, leant his head down to hers and bestowed a chaste and reassuring kiss upon her lips.

"Don't…" he whispered to her, his hands slowly withdrawing hers away from her blossoming chest. "Don't hide from me."

She let forth a shaky sigh, her cheeks still tinted as he brought her hands to his mouth. He kissed them tenderly, his eyes now staring deeply into hers, which shone with embarrassment.

She didn't need to be embarrassed. Not with him. She was so captivating and he was going to prove it to her. He caressed her small, quivering hands before kissing her palms.

"You are so beautiful, Sara." he told her, brandishing more sweet kisses on each of her fingers. "So beautiful…"

He let go of them and cradled her face in his hands, his fingers lightly caressing the ever growing blush on her freckled porcelain cheeks.

How he adored her.

He kissed her, and in this kiss, he felt his heart come alight knowing that what they were about to do would forever be cherished.

She relaxed as his hands slid down her neck and down her back, enveloping her into a tight embrace. He lavished her mouth, his love for her becoming more unbearable as his fingers stroked the small of her back, earning a slight moan to escape past her lips.

He took this time kissing her down her chin, biting her pouty bottom lip in the process. He felt the front of his jeans straining again, but he chose to ignore it, because again... this wasn't about him. It was about her.

He trailed a couple kisses down her neck, enjoying how she mewled when he gently nipped and suckled at her sensitive skin.

He paused before he could get to her breasts to look at up her. It pleased him to see her head thrown back from sheer ecstasy from his pleasurable ministrations.

Seeing her this way was such a privilege and what made his heart soar even more is knowing that he is the only man to ever have her in such a way. She was so beautiful.

What nearly sent him over was when he finally kissed her breasts. He began to salivate at the delicacy and firmness of them. They were so perfect. She shuddered beneath him when he latched on to her right nipple and ran his tongue over it before drawing it gently between his teeth.

"Franco…" she gasped, her hands coming up to hold the back of his head. "Oh, Franco…"

He continued teasing and suckling at her right nipple, immensely enjoying the reaction he'd gotten from her.

She cried out his name a few more times when he attacked her left breast, equally lavishing and teasing it.

He grinned wickedly as he licked and suckled that rosy nub, now knowing that she was extremely sensitive and responsive to his slow and sensual caresses.

He deterred his attention from her breasts and proceeded to kiss down her stomach. Her breathing was coming in pants when his hands grasped at the waistband of her jeans.

With expert hands, he slid her jeans down, his heart thumping quickly at the sheer sight of her pure white panties.

She regained her composure when she realized how vulnerable she laid before him.

Franco eyed her hungrily, his desire for her restricting painfully against his own jeans. Again… this wasn't wasn't about him.

It was about her.

That hunger he had to possess her subsided when he noticed her tense nervously again, her bare toned legs quivering as they hesitantly closed from his prying stare.

His heart began to beat at a slower pace, taking note of her innocent blushes and how her legs confined themselves.

This was about her and he was willing to make her first experience as pleasurable and special as possible.

She was severely nervous and he was so anxious to prove that she was safe with him.

With tentative hands, he touched her thighs and he reveled again at this new and exposed area...relishing the excruciatingly soft and tender skin she'd unknowingly hid from him. He heard her breath catching in her throat when he began to part her legs open for him.

He locked eyes with her, sensing her nerves as he nestled himself between them.

She trembled under him once he began to slide his hands up her thighs and up to her waist, gently grabbing her and letting the tips of his fingers stroke her soft curves.

He kissed her softly, letting her know that she was completely safe with him.

"Sarita…" he whispered to her, kneading her quivering lips with his through tender kisses. "Tell me if this is too much… we can stop. Just tell me."

She responded shyly by corresponding to his kisses. He groaned aloud when she wrapped a leg around his waist, grounding her hips into his.

"Please, Franco." she uttered, her voice so soft and soothing, wrapping her arms around him as she kissed him. "Make love to me."

"You're trembling." he told her, letting go of her pouty lips to kiss down her neck while his hands traced her back as it arched timorously from his bantering caresses. "I need you to be sure, Sara."

He needed her to be sure. This was going to be her first time and he wouldn't know how to live with himself if he'd rush her into something that can have a grave effect on the rest of her life.

Although he craved her...and loved her, he knew he needed to respect her. She was so important to him. As he peppered kisses down her fragile neck, thoughts about her possible regret began to rattle him.

From the moment he met her, she was so frigid. He would have never thought that frigidity would some day wither. Until he finally got to know her.

As an enemy, curiosity, and love.

Like a budding flower, Sarita opened to him. So willingly and so beautifully. She was his little angel, selfless and undeniably honest and valiant.

And so pure.

Who knew that a woman, so cold and tempestuous as her, would have him wrapped around her fragile little fingers.

As he kissed her and lavished that delicate freckled skin, Franco knew he was already enraptured.

He would do anything for her.

He loved Sarita.

She was his and he was hers.

"I love you, Sara." he whispered to her, his lips trailing down her neck to her sternum. "I do love you…"

She shuddered when his lips began to travel down her breasts to her navel.

"Franco…" she moaned as his hands slid along with his lips when reaching the band of her innocent white undergarments.

His head was now nestled between her thighs, his hands traced lethargic patterns on her legs, which quivered so delicately beneath his finger tips.

"Let me kiss you, Sara…" he said, his voice laced with affection and ardor. "Please, let me."

Her hands reached for him but he still remained between her legs. He grinned, reveling in her innocence even more. As hard and grounded as Sarita was, she was so inexperienced and his heart began to pound even more. She was so precious.

There was so much he needed to teach her… but in due time.

However, he will tease her a little bit...to make her first time more enjoyable.

She gasped and made a quick move to distance herself from him when he pressed his lips against her clothed womanhood.

He held her still, calming her through simple, yet sinful caresses.

He kissed her there again, his hands holding her thighs open, his hardness throbbing profusely as he ran his tongue along the outline of her hidden folds.

"Franco…" she sighed, feeling him assaulting her untouched, yet clothed femininity with his lips and tongue. "Oh, what are you doing?"

He felt her dampening for him at his teasing and he began to feel his own need taking a hold of him.

He needed to have her.

Fuck, he needed her.

His fingers looped at the waistband of her panties and carefully began to pull them down.

His eyes were alight with desire when he saw the delicate, neat tuft of dark curls settled between her legs. His mouth nearly salivated once he caught a sliver of her most intimate unmarked skin, already damp and slick with her own need.

Franco observed that forbidden territory with wanton, his body pulsating with undying fervor to claim her.

She was so tiny.

And so damn delicate.

If he were to drive himself inside her, he swore he would split her into two.

Now he needed to be more careful.

"Is everything okay?" asked Sarita, her voice worried and timid, her legs slightly closing as she watched his eyes observing her most private and intimate area with concern.

He locked eyes with her again and his heart instantly began to soften.

She was so beautiful.

If only she could see what he sees.

It slightly bothered him to see her trying to close herself from him. He understood this was all new to her, but it was very new to him as well. Never had he encountered a woman so incredible as Sarita. With her, everything seemed better and peaceful. He knew he never had to suffer with her at his side, for she proved she was an honorable woman and her love for him was honest and true.

He distilled her legs from closing, whispering comforting words to her as his need to make love to her intensified.

He smiled warmly at her once he began to rid himself of his jeans. He heard her breathing erratically when he stood before her in his plain gray briefs, which entailed his obvious arousal.

He noticed her cheeks reddening again when he slowly slid his last garment down to his feet. Her breath caught in her throat as soon as he went to settle between her legs, in which he had to gently pry open to accommodate him.

He felt her trembling timorously when she felt him pressing against her awaiting warmth as he leant down to gather her in his arms.

He bit back a pleasurable moan, feeling himself throb along her untouched opening.

Along with tender caresses, Franco found her quivering lips and placed several gentle kisses on them, murmuring nothing but sweet, loving words to her.

"I'll try to be gentle." he whispered, savoring her pouty bottom lip. "If I hurt you, please tell me to stop."

She smiled sweetly at him, her body calming from her slight tremors while he trailed tedious and passionate kisses down her neck.

She moaned when his tongue grazed under the sensitive skin below her ear and Franco took this opportunity to position the head of his throbbing manhood at her opening.

He could feel his eyes trying to roll to the back of his head, noting just how damp, slick, and warm she felt.

He brought his lips back onto hers as soon as his hips began to push through against hers. He caught her small cry between soft kisses once his length reached the barrier that separated her from girlhood to womanhood.

Her arms instantly wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin when Franco's hips continued to push inside her.

Beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. He was trying his best to not hurt her. He wanted this to be painless for her as possible. Feeling her nails digging into his shoulders, made him feel bad but he knew he had to do a lot more to bring her as much pleasure as she was giving him.

"Sarita…" he sighed, peppering soft and endearing kisses all over her angelic face, which was grimacing at his very intimate intrusion. "I'm sorry… we can stop if it's too much."

She shook her head, still grimacing.

"Is it in yet?" she asked, her fingers still burying into the skin of his shoulders.

He smiled sadly at her, gathering her lips with his.

"Not yet," he answered, his guilt slowly eating at him while he still remained by her barrier. "I'm sorry."

Sarita opened her eyes and looked up at him. Franco could swear he felt his heart hammering in his chest at love and longing brimming in those dark brown depths. She smiled up at him and kissed him, her hands relaxing on his shoulders before sliding down to rest by his forearms.

"Don't be sorry, Franco." she told him, her voice laced with affection as her trembling fingers caressed his arms. "Just make love to me."

His heart flared and his lips crushed down to hers, her words encouraging him to finally break through her barrier. He moaned and she cried into their kiss, in which he deepened, calming her as he fully sheathed more of himself inside her.

He held himself from moving further, detaching his lips from hers to bury his face in the crook of her neck as his hands cradled her.

He bit back a guttural moan, feeling the intensity of her slick walls constricting around him. There were no words to describe how amazing she felt. She gripped him like a clenched fist, so tight, warm, and insatiably wet.

He kissed along her neck when he finally came to his senses. He knew she was recovering from his intimate invasion. He could feel her fingers grasping his forearms and her legs quivering by his sides, distilling him from moving.

"Sarita…" he uttered, grazing her soft freckled skin with his lips as he felt himself pulsing with the urge to pull and thrust inside her. "Please, Sara…"

She felt so good.

Too damn good.

But he had to hold his own pleasure at bay, knowing very well that this wasn't about him.

He needed to show how much he cared for her and how much he loved her.

Torturing himself, he kept still for her sake and proceeded to calm her with soothing kisses and endearing words. In each kiss and word, he poured his heart.

His hands slid from her waist, up her sides, and gathered her face in his hands. He kissed her softly, his thumbs caressing the slightly damped skin of her blushed cheeks. He replaced his thumbs with his lips, kissing her cheeks, reveling in her softness and vulnerability.

"I love you." he told her as he lavished her, his hands sliding down her angelic face to cradle her neck. "I love you so much, Sara…"

His lips began to follow where his hands touched, brandishing her fair skin with tantalizing and tender kisses. He felt her body calming from her pain and he heard her let forth an appreciative moan when his tongue traced along the smooth flesh of her neck before pressing his lips against it.

Her hips bucked against his when he teased and lavished her neck and her breasts, signaling him to finally make love to her.

He closed his eyes, relishing her tightness and immense warmth when his hips began to move. Slowly pulling and thrusting inside her as his hands roamed along her petite and supple body.

"Oh, Sara…", he sighed, his pace excruciatingly gentle as he felt his body succumb to the greatest pleasure he'd never known could exist.

"Franco…", Sarita mewled, her hands wrapping around his shoulders again, feeling him sheath himself deeper into her.

Hearing her moan his name like that, nearly caused him to quicken his pace, but he had to remind himself that he cannot be selfish.

Her pleasure meant more to him than his own.

He dipped his head to hers, capturing her lips as his movements remained slow and gentle. He nipped at her bottom lip, feeling himself throbbing harder while moving hips against hers. He kissed past her lips again, to tease her neck, knowing very well how sensitive she gets when he kissed her there.

He felt her dampening more around his length, encouraging him to disrupt his slow and gentle pace.

He moaned into her neck, his hands traveling down her sides. Her breathing quickened and she let out a moan when he would hit a certain spot as he moved fervently inside her.

His let forth his own labored breath, feeling himself getting close to his peak, but he was determined to bring her there with him.

His hand traced along the delicate swell of her hips, grasping her as he pumped more inside her.

He felt his eyes roll from pure ecstasy, his fervent thrusts earning more sweet cries and moans from Sarita.

He was getting close.

He let her go of her hip and carefully slid his hand to where they were joined as one.

She gasped when he touched her sensitive bundle of nerves and began to lightly rub it, causing her eyes to flutter and her body to tremble at this startling yet new experience.

Keeping his thrust at that tentative pace and his hand on her, he leant forward to recapture her lips into a searing kiss. He was nearly reaching his peak and from the way her walls tightened around him, he knew she was reaching hers.

"Sara…" he rasped, kissing her hungrily as his free hand grasped her neck gently. "I need you to come for me, please…"

He quickened his pace, his eyes nearly fluttering shut from the ongoing pleasure she was giving him.

He was nearly there.

"Franco…" she moaned, her breathing coming in small pants as he felt her wet walls tightening more around him. "Oh god...Franco…"

He bit back a moan of his own, gathering his strength when he felt her walls constricting around his pulsing length as he managed his movements, making sure to give her as much pleasure as he could.

He looked down at her and his heart nearly gave out. She was so beautiful.

Incredibly breathtaking.

Her dark sooty lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks as her perfect pouty lips parted, uttering the sweetest sounds of pleasure he had ever heard. Her back arched, exposing more of her small but blossoming breasts, whose nipples were hard and erect like delicate little roses.

"Oh, Sarita…" Franco moaned, his movements and banters quickening once he felt her nearing her point of no return. "Come for me, Sara.."

"Franco...Franco…" she panted, gently throwing her head back, exposing more of her fragile neck to him, which he gladly kneaded with languorous and teasing wet kisses. "Franco...please.."

He heard her cry out beautifully once he felt her walls convulse around him as her body trembled daintily beneath him.

She came.

He smiled against her skin and quickened his movement. He heard her breathing hitch when he thrusted his hips hard against hers, his own release dawning upon him.

"I love you, Sarita…" he moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he peppered her neck with more tender and teasing kisses. "Fuck, I love you…"

He groaned loudly, feeling himself spill inside her, his body trembling against hers, reveling in his own ecstasy.

With shaky hands, he cradled her to him as he felt her walls milk him for all he was worth.

In a matter of minutes, they were both sated and calm. All they would do was savor the aftermath of their lovemaking.

Sighing her name, Franco kissed her softly on her lips. Her hands settled on his forearms and he tore his lips from hers, taking her hands to press his lips on them.

He kissed each one of her fingers, his own caressing the soft skin of her small hands as his eyes stared intently into hers.

He felt his heart strum peacefully in his chest when he saw how much love and adoration emitted from her beautiful brown eyes.

She smiled tenderly up at him and he returned it, his heart welling.

Her hands went up to caress the sides of his face, and he melted at her soft touch, feeling more enamored than ever.

"I love you, Franco." she told him, her eyes brimming like two precious fireflies. "I love you."

Floored by her sweet words, Franco dipped his head and captured her lips, his heart beating softly for he too loved her. And he will continue to love Sara for as long as he lived.

I'm getting a glass of wine after this! This was hard to write because I was straying away from making it too dirty and raunchy and keeping some heart! (I'm trying to keep words like moist, p*ssy, and c*nt out) Solely, because Franco and Sarita's relationship is very precious and so alarmingly sweet. Honestly, the way I pictured their lovemaking (As beautiful as it was in the novela! Ugh, I die!) I could see Sarita closing herself off, because she's the most reserved and most frigid from her sisters. I could picture her being very nervous but ready to be claimed...but with care. Luckily for her, Franco was so loving and so gentle... as seen in the episode.

I'm kind of nervous though, but be a little gentle! And... let's move on to 40, shall we? Until next time! Thank you so much! ( Had to edit this chapter a bit! I had a bit of wine!)