“Bend your knees,” he ordered, and I struggled briefly with this role reversal. I wasn’t used to taking orders in bed.Iusually gave the orders, but when I hesitated, concern flickered across his features.
I realized he thought it was because I didn’t want what he was giving me, so I forced myself to push through my reservations.
I bent my knees, and he settled between them, kissing up the inside of my scarred flesh.
All the scars that were evidence of my failures came to mean something else as Gabe worshiped them.
They were marks of a survivor, not a victim, and he made sure I knew it as he gave every inch of me the kind of attention I hadn’t realized I needed.
“So beautiful…” he murmured as he kissed lower and lower until his hot breath tickled my balls. He nuzzled his face beneath them and inhaled like he was getting high off my scent.
I groaned and rolled my hips, giving him better access.
He hooked his thumbs in my crease, and I gasped as he feathered his tongue lightly over my hole.
“Holy shit, Gabriel—”I whined as he gently massaged me with his soft wet tongue. Nothing had ever felt this good. My cock somehow grew harder and leaked a sticky puddle across my abs as he continued to love me gently.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby,” he murmured between long, languid licks.
“You already are,” I moaned, and he chuckled softly.
“I’ve only just started.”
He pulled back and reached for the bottle of lube. My heart stuttered in my chest, and my body tensed up as he coated his fingers with a generous amount before settling back between my tights.
“Pull your knees back, baby. Show me that tight little hole,” he ordered softly, and with trembling fingers, I did as he said, forcing myself to expose my most intimate parts to him.
My heart washammeringin my chest.
I had never exposed myself willingly to anybody before. I’d never consented to allowing someone this close to me. Terrifying as this moment was, it felt sacred—life-changing.
Because I wasn’t afraid that Gabriel would judge me.
I knew on some deep, instinctual level that what I was giving him would be treated with the respect it deserved.
I could trust him, and that was something that didn’t come easily to me.
But if anyone had earned my trust, it was him.
Over and over again, he had proven himself to me.
I was only sorry it had taken me so long to see it.
“Fuck,”he breathed as he looked at me. “So perfect.”
He traced a wet finger over my hole, and I clenched involuntarily in response.
“I’m going to just put one inside you to start, okay?” he asked, and I nodded, biting my lip as I nervously watched him play with me.
He glanced up as he positioned his index finger against me.
“Take a deep breath,” he coached, which was ironic, considering I’d been doing shit like this for far longer than he had. I knew what to do, but having him talk me through it made it feel like it was something we were doing together instead of something that was being done to me.
So I nodded and inhaled. I felt a gentle pressure, and then he smiled.
“Exhale, baby.”
I let out a gust of air, and he pushed his finger inside me. He breached the tight ring of muscle, and I winced at the burn.
