I clawed at his forearms, holding onto him for dear life as he pummeled me in the most exquisite way possible. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into. On the dance floor, I’d been so ready and anxious to submit to him whatever he asked for. Yet, there wasn’t anything that could’ve prepared me for this.
The onslaught of emotion and pleasure felt like it came from every direction. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes, but I couldn’t let them fall. Instead, I lifted my head and connected my mouth with his. He kissed me in the same way he fucked me—with complete and total domination.
I came all over his cock, crying out his name. It was a song unto itself.
Gabe drove himself deeper and deeper, even as my walls milked him. His body tightened, and he pulled me closer into him as he came.
All I could do afterward was struggle to breathe. It took a long while for my body to reestablish its regular breathing pattern. It felt surreal, as if something happened that I didn’t entirely have words for.
When Gabe pulled back, I could see that same look in his eyes. Those eyes searched mine. A litany of questions appeared in his gaze. He didn’t say anything for a long time.
Eventually, he leaned in and pressed the sweetest, softest kiss to my lips.
“Thank you,” he finally said.
I closed my eyes tightly, but one tear still managed to make its way out.
Thankfully, Gabe didn’t say anything else after that. I wasn’t sure I would be able to hold it together if he had. Instead, I felt the bed dip as he got up.
I kept my eyelids sealed, eventually feeling a warm cloth in between my legs. Still, I didn’t open my eyes. Not until Gabe climbed back into bed with me and wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me into his, did I settle down enough to fall asleep.
Chapter 19
Lena
Sometime late into the night, my eyes popped open. The room was completely dark, though I could make out the shapes of the bedroom furniture at the far side of the room.
The only sounds in the room were the light snores of Gabriel behind me. His heavy arm remained strewn across my body. Though I loathed to come up from underneath it, I needed to.
Song lyrics stormed through my head like a whirling tornado, and I needed to capture them on paper.
Sliding from underneath Gabe and off the bed, I felt for a pen on the nightstand and silently cheered when I found one. Next, I opened the top drawer and was pleased to see one of the hotel’s customary notepads sitting there.
As quietly as I could, I climbed back into bed and switched on the lamp next to my side. I glanced over to see Gabe turn over on his stomach, still asleep.
Satisfied, I sat up against the headboard and wrote the first song lyrics that I’d written in over a year. The words poured out of me faster than I could get them down.
Tornado.
That was the name of this song. The feelings encompassed in the lyrics described what it felt like to be caught in something much larger and a hell of a lot more powerful than you.
When I got to a spot in the song where I didn’t know what else to write, I stopped. I stared down at a sleeping Gabe, his broad back exposed. The wolf stared back at me, watching me, waiting.
Softly, I pushed the blanket back to expose the rest of the tattoo. The shading was incomplete, but the wolf looked older, more developed. And more ferocious.
I squeezed my thighs together, remembering the way Gabe had slung me over his shoulder to prevent me from storming away from him after his photoshoot. And the way he’d made me cry out his name just hours earlier. Ferocious was how I could describe him, all right.
And then, more words to the song came. I wrote even as my hand started to cramp. Here and there, I sang some of the lyrics, wanting to hear them strung together out loud. But I tried to be mindful of the wolf sleeping next to me.
That is, until I heard, “Keep singing. I want to hear your voice.”
Sleep filled his deep, raspy voice. He wore a grin as he looked up at me from the pillow.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“You didn’t. I’m a light sleeper.” His gaze, sharp even right after waking up, moved to the notebook in my hands. His smile deepened. “You’re writing.”
The pride in his voice felt as if it wrapped around my heart.
