Page 68 of Dissolving Prejudice

Now tucked under the warm sheets, I switched off the lights in the room. I hated the dark, but somehow, the moonlight breaking through the windows was enough to put my mind at ease, and I closed my eyes. Slowly, my body relaxed until my muscles felt heavy and my mind foggy.

I lay in complete darkness, my body numb as if I hadn’t moved in weeks and my skin ice-cold. I felt like a corpse in the morgue waiting for its burial when a sudden rustle jolted me awake. With my eyes half open, I saw a curtain flying in the wind before a shadow moved by my bed. Was I still asleep? I wasn’t sure, but the next moment, the same shadow loomed over my bed, and my heart stopped—not because of fear, no, but because of joy.

Pure joy that he’d finally come to me.

Death.

I had been waiting for him ever since Camilo left without a word, and at last, he was here. But instead of taking my soul with him as I so desperately craved him to, he placed his hand against my cheek. His skin wasn’t cold but warm like the sun. Like Camilo.

Now, I felt sad. But not just sad, heartbroken. So heartbroken that I preferred Death to visit me in my dreams over Camilo simply because it wasn’t as painful.

I wanted to open my mouth and beg, beg for this to be real, but my throat was too sore, and so the only thing that came out was a weak sob.

“Don’t cry—” my shadow said, sounding so familiar until his voice turned into a blur that mixed with the beeping of the machines around me. “I’ll be back to you before you know it.” More words I couldn’t quite understand when suddenly, warm lips pressed to my forehead. I didn’t know what to make of it, as a dream had never felt this real, but at that moment, my whole body was struck with such love and warmth that I couldn’t help but cry.

“It will be so fast it will almost feel like a dream,” my shadow whispered as more tears wetted my cheeks. In a whisper full of tenderness and love, he promised me a dream—only to sentence me to a nightmare. A never-ending nightmare that only sometimes resembled life.

I was yanked out of sleep in an instant, and my eyes snapped open to see someone looming above me. Immediately, I attempted to get up but couldn’t as they were sitting on top of me, keeping me down. Panicked, I parted my lips to scream when a hand covered my mouth, forcing my silence before Camilo bent down.

Camilo?

“Shhhh.” He pressed his finger to his lips while bending closer until his nose grazed mine. My heart was hammering like crazy, and I struggled to breathe with his hand blocking my airways. Unsure if this was a dream or not, I tilted my head to see Jordan asleep beside us. Nerves struck me, and I tried kicking my legs, only for Camilo to hold me tighter underneath his body weight.

Swallowing hard, I forced my eyes back at him, and the second our stares collided, my body relaxed. A hint of a smile took over his lips before he slipped his hand off my mouth.

“What are you doing—” My words were cut off once he sealed my lips with a kiss that took my breath away. Closing my eyes, I allowed the warmth of his mouth to take over me before I opened up for him. He thrust his tongue in and twisted it around mine almost desperately. I missed his taste so much that my body hurt and ached for more, almost like a dose of a forbidden drug.

Shivering underneath him, I allowed this pleasure to slowly sink in and consume every bit of my being when understanding of the situation hit me, and I snatched my lips away from his.

“Have you lost your mind?” I hissed, breathless, before my eyes darted to Jordan, sleeping beside us. Yet, before I could linger on my fiancé to make sure he hadn’t woken up, Camilo grabbed my jaw and forced my head straight, then retook control of my mouth. This time, I tried punching him off me, to no avail. Instead of pulling back, Camilo licked into my mouth, which he forced open by his grip. Who was I kidding? I loved it. I loved it way too fucking much.

“N-no,” I gasped over his greedy lips while still kissing him back, moaning as he flicked his tongue against mine, then shoved it into my willing mouth. “C-Camilo, we can’t.”

For some reason, he listened to me and pulled back. Half-disappointed, I realized it was the right thing to do and was ready for him to get up when, instead, he grabbed me by my throat until I could hardly breathe.

“If you want me to stop, say the words, and I will. If not, keep your voice down so your fiancé doesn’t wake up to see me fucking you.”

My heart stopped as I was left dumbstruck under his dark eyes, which were my life source. This tense moment, in which even the air stood still, took me back to the first time we kissed and how fatal it felt back then.

What if we die together?

That was what I’d asked him then, thinking how happy and complete I’d feel to die in this man’s embrace. Now, more than five years later, nothing had changed, and I was just as desperate.

“Take me apart,” I whispered.

Holding my stare, Camilo bit his lip, his head moving just a bit in a barely there nod that told me he heard my every word. But it wasn’t just that. The look in his eyes told me what I already knew: he saw right through me, understanding what I needed better than anyone else on this worthless planet.

My lower body was still covered under the comforter, so Camilo pushed it aside. I heard the fabric sliding to the floor before he positioned himself to lie above me. Then, in a move that felt premeditated, he slipped his hand from my throat and down my naked torso, my skin burning under his touch until he reached the waistband of my briefs. I bit my lip, my eyes glossy with tears as I waited for him to make the next move. Not waiting, Camilo gripped my boxer briefs in his hand and slowly pulled them down my legs until I was left completely naked underneath his clothed body. My breath caught in my chest as I looked between us, my cock already erect and pushing hard against his dark jeans.

“C-Camilo—”

He blocked my mouth with his hand. “As much as I love hearing you say my name, I told you to keep it quiet, didn’t I?”

Unable to speak, I nodded, my eyes begging him to do something.

“That’s my Llorón,” he drawled in a low-pitched voice. A second later, he shoved two fingers into my mouth and pressed them hard against my tongue. I gagged, and he grinned before bringing the same fingers to his lips. I watched with awe as he sucked on them, only to pull them out and spit into his hand, which he then lowered to my aching cock.

My temperature rose while he slowly moved his wet fingers over my dick, our spit making the touch smooth and silky. I wanted to cry with pleasure when he took over my mouth, keeping me silent with a kiss.