“That?” he prompted.
“That… I think I might perish if I do not have you immediately.”
“You may have me,” Gabriel promised, kissing down her neck, her arousal flaring at that mere affection. “You may have me for as long and as much as you need.”
“And I do need,” she confessed. “I need you—I need you desperately.”
“Say my name.”
It was both a question and a demand.
“Gabriel,” she breathed.
“Again.”
“Gabriel.”
“Tell me what you need.”
Sibyl struggled to find the right words. “I need you—I need you… in—inside me.”
“Tell me again.”
“Heavens, you will be the death of me, husband.”
“And yet I will make sure that you want me.” He smirked down at her.
Sibyl was so lost in those beautiful, captivating eyes of his that she wanted to ask,Do you know how much your eyes ensnare me?
“I want you,” she declared with such conviction. “I want you so much that I dream of our coupling. I want you so much that I wake up aching when you are not there.I want you,Gabriel.”
Gabriel muttered a filthy curse, one that would have made her blush under different circumstances. But for now, she just pulled him closer. Closer and closer until her hand found the fly of his breeches, and closer until his found the laces at the back of her dress.
Bit by bit, their clothes came off, gently, until they were flush against one another, bare and exposed, both of them vulnerable.
Sibyl’s breath caught as her eyes roamed over him—from his wide, muscular shoulders to his thick thighs and what was between them. The very thing she had been craving but waiting to be fully ready for.
Her hand reached for him, just like she had done the first time in her chambers. But this time, he did not stop her. He let her fingers wrap around his thick manhood.
He inhaled sharply at that first contact, and even that slight noise had heraching.She started moving her hand up and down, feeling the smooth skin.
“You are… big,” she said, her voice thick with desire.
Gabriel pressed his lips to her neck. “Too big?”
“I am well prepared.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Keep moving your hand like that.”
She did, and his own hand slipped between her legs, spreading her open with his fingers, the two of them preparing one another.
It felt sacred. It felt like the biggest act of intimacy, in a way.
I want you, so I will prepare you.
“Sibyl.” Gabriel’s voice was tight. “Sibyl, you are—Heavens, you are beautiful.”
His eyes roved over her body, and she realized that he had never seen her fully bare. He had pleasured her many a time now with his tongue or fingers, but in all those instances, she had never been naked.
