“And you will not be disapp?—”
He cut her off with a curl of his fingers, playfully frowning at her. “Do not think such a thing. Now, be very,veryquiet for me and let me pleasure you until this bookcase is shaking as much as you will.”
Heavens, Sibyl was not prepared for the effect his words had on her. She couldn’t help her giddy grin as pleasure shuddered through her.
Gabriel pushed her right back against the bookcase. As his fingers pumped in and out of her, coaxing breathy gasps and moans from her, his other hand slipped beneath her neckline, seeking her breasts.
Sibyl had chosen to wear a loose, simple gown that morning, patterned with small flowers against a pastel green fabric. Now that the gown was bunched around her hips, she found herself busy holding it aloft. She feltscandalous,as lewd as the woman in the latest novel she had read, who found pleasure in a prince’s arms.
…pulled apart like an unfurling flower, her wits falling from her like petals in winter…
“I am obsessed with you,” Gabriel groaned, his hands kneading her breasts, teasing one nipple and then the other. Meanwhile, his fingers kept a steady pace inside her, seeking that spot that had her arching her back.
Sibyl quivered under his ministrations, gasps falling too quickly from her mouth for words to form.
“When you climax, Sibyl, I want you to say my name.”
She nodded, her moans wanton.
“I want you to say it with every ounce of feeling you have for me, for I cannot help but say yours in the same way.Sibyl.”
He ground his hips against hers, and she knew it was not a push to go further, but a gesture for her to know just how deeply she affected him.
Sibyl reached behind her to grab his hip, holding him against her as she arched her back. He buried his face against her shoulder, groaning at the friction.
While she wouldn’t take things further, it did not mean that he needed to be left unattended every time.
“You sound so beautiful like this,” he whispered. “So beautiful, drowning in pleasure. So beautiful, speaking your scandalous poetry to me. Did you write your own?”
“Y-You tease me,” she moaned, “making me answer you while you… while you pleasure me.”
Gabriel curled his fingers again before letting out a low laugh. “I like seeing you come apart. So, will you answer me?”
“I—” She gasped when he brushed that spot inside her. “Heavens.”
“Did you write it late at night, while hiding in your room, perhaps touching yourself?”
Sibyl’s face burned. “Heavens,Gabriel. Oh!”
She braced her hand on the bookcase, her hips grinding against his hand for more, while his own pressed against her. She welcomed the sensation, for it feltdesperate.
Desperate for her without pushing her beyond her limits.
“Yes,” she groaned, right as her pleasure crested. “Yes, yes, I did.”
Gabriel bit her shoulder lightly, and she jerked, a louder moan, tearing from her throat. She pressed her mouth to her wrist, trying to muffle her sounds.
“Have you ever written about me?”
At that moment, Gabriel slid another finger inside her, stretching her further. A delicious ache she couldn’t stave off.
Her release tore through her, and she tensed, quivering against him.
“Gabriel!” she cried out, thinking of every teasing moment he had put her through, of his strength, of the sight of his muscular back through that damned door, of the feel of his hardness against her.
She poured everything into his name, and it was only when she stilled, hearing his labored breathing, that she realized he was quivering too.
That and the fact that she had definitely been too loud.
