I wanted to watch his face as he came apart.
“Do it, Gabriel. Come for me,” I whispered, cupping his face and watching his expression carefully as he thrust deep inside me.
I grunted at the momentary sting, but my body adjusted quickly as he began to move.
“Gonna fuck you so hard,” he growled before pounding into me. My prostate was swollen and sensitive from already having come so hard—every swipe of his cock made me see fucking stars.
I was walking that fine line between pleasure and pain as he fucked into my overstimulated body.
He was watching his cock enter me, but I snatched up his chin, turning him to face me.
“Eyes on me,” I panted, and he obeyed, his pupils blown and a look of pure ownership on his face.
“I want to watch you fall apart,” I whispered, and he nodded, kissing me softly.
The kiss was in stark contrast to the punishing motions of his hips, but I tilted up to receive him.
I wanted all of him.
I wanted to take everything he had to give me.
Forever.
“I love you,” I murmured, brushing my thumb against his cheek, and his whole body reacted to the words.
“Fuck–” he breathed, and suddenly, he was coming.
“That’s it, baby,” I praised him as he grunted and groaned, pistoning his hips through his orgasm. “Fill me up.”
“Shemhazai…”He moaned my name, and my toes curled in ecstasy.
After one final thrust, he collapsed on top of me, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face into my neck.
He left wet kisses up my throat and down my jaw until he found my mouth.
“I’m so proud of you,” he hummed against my lips, and my eyes stung with tears… but for the first time since we came to Salem, I didn’t think the tears were a bad thing.
If Gabe had taught me anything, it was that healing hurt…
And maybe I wasn’t the only sadist in this relationship.
“Thank you.” I kissed him back. Our hot, sweat-slick bodies writhed against each other. Everything felt warm, safe, andgood.
“For what?” he asked in between nips and bites.
“For not giving up on me.”
He smiled, chucklingsoftly.
“Thankyoufor not giving up onyourself.” He brushed my hair back from my face, looking down at me with a soft, tender expression full of love. “If you didn’t want to get better, we wouldn’t be here right now. I’msofucking proud of you.”
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I whispered, and he gave me a sad smile.
“You’ve always deserved good things, baby. You just needed to let yourself believe that you did.”
My eyes stung at his words.
Maybe he was right.
