“If we do this, there’s no going back.”
“I know.” Her hands smoothed over his taut arms, urging him not to wait. “Everything about this feels right.”
Surely fate couldn’t fool her again.
Nothing prepared her for the moment he entered her.
He was tender, careful, as if she were something precious.
She tensed at the unfamiliar pressure.
His hand slipped into hers, grounding her. “Tell me you’re all right.”
“Yes, are you?”
He bent his head and kissed her. “Never better. But I can’t promise this won’t hurt.”
“Nothing you do could hurt me, Gabriel.”
She wanted all of him, with a longing that bordered on desperation.
He filled her slowly, and she felt it all, the stretch, the sweetness, the sense that her body had been made to welcome him. Every inch of him seemed to claim a piece of her heart, binding them together in a way words could never undo.
He withdrew with a groan, then thrust deeper.
Her breath caught on a gasp.
“Olivia?”
“I’m all right,” she whispered, her fingers finding his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
Not now. Not ever.
He froze, just long enough to look into her eyes.
Then he moved again, each stroke measured.
“God,” he breathed, the sound rough with wonder. “You’re mine now. And you feel like heaven.”
Her heartbeat thundered at the husky command in his voice. She wrapped her thighs tighter around him. This felt like heaven too.
He moved inside her, deeper, then faster, until the rhythm found them both. The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard knocking softly against the wall.
Every thrust drew a sound from him she’d never heard before. The plea for more from a man who never begged. The incoherent growls from one who took pride in his eloquence.
He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her hip, holding her steady as he kept the promise to leave no part untouched.
Pleasure surged through her, curling her toes, lifting her spine from the bed.
He kissed her deeply, recklessly, a taste of everythingthey’d denied themselves, a need so fierce it threatened to undo them both.
Desire licked along her body like flame, each stroke fanning the heat higher. She clung to him, nails digging into his back as his body drove into hers in a hard, desperate rhythm.
Oh, the things he did to her. The way he made her feel.
There was no thought now. No restraint. Only sensation, skin to skin, breath to breath, his voice shuddering against her name.
They moved as one. The world narrowed to the wild beat of their hearts and the hush of whispered pleas.
