“Fuck,you feel better than I even imagined…” he breathed before sinking slowly back into me.
I whined in frustration at how slowly he was moving, and I wiggled my hips, straining toward him, desperate for more.
“Choke me, fuck me… dosomething,”I begged, but he just threaded his fingers through mine and held my hands down on either side of my head.
“No, baby. None of that. I already told you. Tonight, you’re going to let me love you. I won’t fuck you. You’re going to come for me, low and slow. I’m going to take my time.”
“Gabriel—”I complained, but my words turned into unintelligible pants as he slid in and out of me again.
Every time his cockhead passed my prostate, a deep, powerful seed of pleasure began to grow inside me.
The build was so gradual it was driving me fucking crazy. Gabe’s hot breath puffed against my mouth, and on each slow thrust back in, he nipped and sucked at my lips.
I groaned and writhed as he relentlessly butlanguidlystroked me into submission, and I wrapped my scarred legs around his hips to draw himdeeper,closer, but not harder. He refused to go any harder, no matter how much I squeezed.
He tilted his hips, intentionally seeking out that magical fucking button deep inside me, and he chuckled as I whined uncontrollably.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
I was panting, my fingers spasming in his hands, and he’d begun to shake now, too. There was a fine tremor in his muscles, and I could tell he was holding himself back.
A sheen of sweat appeared on his brow as he slid in and out of me, and he was looking at me just the way Hecate told me he did.
Like he would go to war for me.
Like he would reduce mountains to ash in my name.
“Tell me you love me again,” I whispered, suddenly needing to hear it.
“I love you,” he assured me without hesitation. My eyes burned, and the slow build of pressure in my balls grew and grew with each flick of his hips.
The air around us was humming, and I could almost see a line of energy connecting us. It burned nearly as brightly as Gabe’s citrine gaze.
My chest was so tight with emotion I could barely breathe.
He loved me.
Me.
Shemhazai.
I didn’t understand how that was possible, but I never wanted him to stop.
“You really don’t think I’m—?” I choked, and Gabe’s eyes filled with tears.
“No, Shemhazai baby. The opposite. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Thrust.
Grunt.
Moan.
“I’m gonna?—”
“You’re what, baby? You gonna come for me?”
“Yes,I can’t hold it in,” I nearly sobbed. “I’m sorry.”
