He moved his thigh, pushing it between my legs. My knees went weak, and he held me up, his hands kneading my breasts, his mouth on my ear. I allowed myself to sag slightly, rubbing my clit over his thigh, riding it. The steam in the shower grew heady, our erratic heartbeats oddly in sync. Suddenly he spun me around, so my tits pressed were against the glass, my hardened nipples etching patterns into the film of steam.
His foot nudged mine, podding my legs apart. The anticipation of penetration made his breath shake, tickling the sensitive flesh on my nape.
The angel leaned into me, his stomach tensing as his fingers gripped my hipbones, jerking my ass against his pelvis. His cock glided through the valley between my rounded cheeks, then he delivered a firm smack to my ass that made me groan. “Gabriel,fuck.”
“Do you want my cock?” He chuckled darkly. “I would shift and let my beast fuck you, but twice in one night, he’d probably break you. He’s not as gentle as me.”
I bit my lip as the warmth of his cock grazed against the folds of my entrance.
His abdominal muscles tensed against the small of my back, a gravely purr rolling from his chest as he pushed the tip of his erection inside my entrance.
My knees trembled, and hot, blazing need slicked my core. Evidence of my arousal dribbled down my thighs in the torrent of the water.
The two times he’d claimed me this evening had been passionate and rough. He hadn’t bothered much with foreplay, and frankly, I had little desire for it. All I wanted was him.
Now, he was teasing it out. He was savoring each sensual second while the mating bond quivered and ached for him to close that last little bit of distance between us.
“Gabe,” I moaned, my fingers curling and scraping into the glass. I was desperate for him, my need for him evident in my swollen voice. His cock took notice of this and grew harder yet against me.
A silken chuckle skated down my skin, making me shiver. “Usually, you’re more patient than this.”
I jerked my head back, my gaze fiercely holding his. “I’m done being patient.” To further punctuate my statement, I thrust my hips back, the fold of my entrance caressing his cock in the most biblical of embraces.
A groan slipped from him and sunk straight into my bloodstream. Something primal inside clenched with deep satisfaction, hearing the sound of my mate’s pleasure. He pushed deeper into me, sliding inside with ease like a warmed knife cutting into butter.
He pumped into me, slow and steady. Each thrust lighting my every nerve ending on fire. Raw arousal rose up like the steam in the shower, clouding my vision.
The angel’s pace picked up, and soon he was pounding me hard against the glass. Wet, steam, and water dripped down my tits, my navel, my spine. I fell apart in his arms as he fucked me roughly. The physical pain of his cock, the force of each thrust, it all subsided into an insatiable bliss. My pussy clenched around his member, my core melting under the torrent of steam and passion. The hard planes of his chest pressed into the curve of my back.
We fit together so perfectly, it was hard to believe what we were doing was forbidden by Paradise.
It felt too right to be wrong.
His heart pounded against my chest like a war drum, rattling my spine.
Soon, we were completely in sync. My heart, body, soul, my everything wound tight with his.
It was hell and utter heaven all at once.
He buried his head into my neck, his locks curling over the curve of my shoulder.
“No matter where we are, Mel, whether it be the Paradise or the Pit, know that you’remine.Always.”
We cried out together as a glorious warmth filled me, and we both spiraled into the most delicious of climaxes.
I fell back into him, and his arms wrapped around me, scooping me up. My eyes fluttered shut. I heard him cut the water, then felt the soft kiss of a towel wrap around me, followed by the plush embrace of his king-size bed against my spent body. A moment later, I felt his weight on the mattress, and I curled into his frame. Next to him, I felt safe. I felt at home, not to mention utterly debauched.
The last sensation of the night was his lips, still wet, pressing against mine in a sweet kiss.
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t dream about Gabriel. Instead, my body savored all that had happened, and I fell back into the most peaceful sleep I’d ever had.
