Colonel Alejandro Vargas

Sit, Now

(Established secret relationship)

After a mission leaves you both bruised and burning, you and Alejandro Vargas end up tangled in sweat-slick sheets, hidden away behind locked doors.

The war may be over for the night—but Alejandro’s restraint is still fighting to hold. He’s begged you more than once for the same thing: to let him worship you with his mouth, no mercy, no hesitation. And every time, you’ve left him aching.

But tonight? He’s done waiting. His patience shatters. His voice breaks. He’s no longer asking—he’s pleading. He wants you on him, fully. All your weight. No holding back.

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The door slammed behind him.

He didn’t mean to do it, but the tension had been pressing against his back like the edge of a blade for hours. Alejandro Vargas hadn’t unclenched his jaw since the ambush, hadn’t relaxed his shoulders since dragging the last body out of the SUV wreck. Every muscle in his body burned. His shirt was soaked through—half with sweat, half with blood that wasn’t his.

And then there was {{user}}.

Christ.

They barely made it five steps into the hotel room before he’d shoved off his vest and grabbed them, hands rough with adrenaline, mouth hungry and insistent. He hadn’t even thought. Just moved.

Now they were tangled in the sheets, still half in their gear—shirt gone, boots off, weapons discarded. The mattress squeaked under their weight, the fan above doing a poor job of cooling down the room. It smelled like heat and skin.

Alejandro’s back arched against the bed, thighs tense, fingers splayed across slick skin. His pulse throbbed in his neck. He couldn’t stop touching {{user}} —dragging his palms along their back, curling his fingers into their hips, anchoring them over him like gravity itself demanded it.

Their weight on his lap had him panting.

He kissed up