“I haven’t fucked you yet.” He catches my hand and drags it to the front of his pants, rubbing my palm over his hard length. “If you want to take me, I’ll need to stretch this pretty pussy out a little more.”
He over fills my hand.
“Fuck,” I whisper finding the size of him.
Gabriel’s fingers flex inside me. “Lie back, beautiful. Let me lick you.”
I whimper as he pushes his shirt up over my breasts, exposing the scars on my skin. I cover them up but he knocks my hands away with a growl.
“Never hide from me, Elena.Never.”
I nod as he pushes me back, completely bared to him, and let him spread me wide. His hands glide over my curves, his tongue tracing a similar path. Fluids that weren't mine are on my skin, his sheets.
“Get this off.” I tug at his wet shirt. “I want to feel you warm against me.”
“Let me turn up the furnace.” The pressure between my legs disappears.
I let out a feral moan, still splayed out across his bed. Gabriel disappears for a moment then he’s back. He strokes between my legs, his mouth hot and wet on my breasts.
“Gabriel—”
“Gabe.” He raises his mouth to find mine. “Just Gabe, sweetness.”
“Gabe,” I whisper, tangling my fingers in his hair and stroking them through. “So silky."
His touch returns between my legs. “I’m gonna spend hours stretching you out, Elena. After tonight the only man you’ll take is me, do you understand?”
It’s the sameunderstood?that he gave me when he left to find Oliver.
He slides two fingers inside me as I nod. My pussy pulses.
“I understand, Gabe.”
“Tell me what you understand.”
“It means you won’t let me leave.”
He adds a third finger and pushes in hard. I cry out. “Try that again, sweetness.”
“It means I stay here with you forever.”
He thrusts gently, working me smoother. Pressure builds quickly. I moan, lift my hips in time to his thrusts.
“Good girl. What else?”
“It means you’ve taken payment for what I needed.”
A fourth finger. Hard shove. Harder thrust.
“Fuck.”I bite my lip and look up at him with pleading eyes.
“Fix. It.” His tone is as hard as his movements as he pushes his hand back into me.
I think fast, which isn’t easy because even with his roughness, the feel of him working my body drags me closer and closer to orgasm. “You’ve done what I asked and I’m your reward. And I’m…” I don’t know how to say the last part and look to him for help.
Gabe stares down at me, his hard face relentless as his touch gentles, four fingers gliding into me, out again. Fuck, I’m wet. I’ve never needed a man so much in my life. I want him so much it hurts. He holds my orgasm hostage with slow gentle touches when I know just how brutal he can be.
“You earn a reward every time you’re good for me, sweetness. I'll show you how,” he promises me. “What else?”
