I follow his directions into a large bedroom at the end of the hallway. The space pulls the air straight from my lungs. It’s gorgeous. Large vaulted ceilings make the space look huge. More of the same dark floors continue in here but the walls are a cool gray-blue color that make it seem calm. In the center of the room is a huge four-poster bed with a collection of multi-textured blankets and pillows. Nothing matches and yet everything flows to create an eclectic space that screams comfort. To the left is a set of French doors that lead to a large balcony. On the right side is a wall with two doors. One of the doors seems to be a bathroom from what I can see. The other looks to be a walk-in closet.
I pad across the room hesitantly. Despite my earlier urge to escape the kitchen, being in Gabriel’s room, his private space, feels vulnerable. The area rug on the floor is plush beneath my bare feet. I’m glad I took my shoes off by the door, this room is too nice to mess up. The closet is roomy and bright, full of empty shelves. His clothes barely take up a third of the space.
Who else is all this empty space for?
It’s none of my business, but I can’t help but wonder and poke around. My curiosity gets the best of me, and I start opening drawers and peeking through his clothes. It’s all dark and masculine. His scent—pine and smoke—is almost overwhelming in this confined space.
My clothes are still damp and cold. I peel the wet denimdown my legs, leaving it in a pile on the floor. Next, I shimmy out of my musty shirt, leaving me in just my cotton bra and underwear. My fingers run over the clothes hanging around me. I pause and pull out a soft black cotton sweatshirt that’s on a hanger. I can’t seem to help myself as I bury my nose in the dark fabric, inhaling his masculine scent. It sends a shiver of pleasure quaking through my body. Goosebumps ripple across my exposed flesh.
“Well, well, well,” a deep voice rumbles from behind me. My heart stutters in my chest. “What do we have here?”
SEVENTEEN
Allison
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
I spin on my heel and attempt to use the black cotton in my hand to cover my bare body. Gabriel’s eyes rake down my exposed form, drinking me in. He takes a step toward me and my heart pounds in my chest.
“I was just changing.” My voice comes out in a fragile whisper as I press my back against the clothing behind me.
“As much as I’d love to see you in my clothes, pretty girl,”he takes another step toward me. His blue eyes pierce into me, taking in every inch of my exposed skin. I heat under his predatory gaze. “I think I’d rather have you like this.”
“Have me?” I choke out as he crowds me. His broad shoulders cast a shadow over me as he steps in close enough that I can feel his body heat.
“I’m done waiting,” he coos as he leans down, running his nose along the length of my neck. “You smell good enough to devour.” His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush to him. I can feel the hardness of his length push up against me. “Let me taste you?”
His filthy words and desperate tone cause my knees to nearly give out beneath me. A needy whimper is all I’m able to choke out as he lifts me by my legs. Instinctively, I wrap my thighs around his waist. His mouth meets mine in a searing kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue; messy and full of desire. It’s the passion I didn’t even realize I’d been missing, the lustful madness that I’ve never known I’ve needed. He’s sin and seduction, and I’m willingly letting myself sink into his depravity simply because it feels oh so good. I’m awake and present in the moment for the first time in as long as I can remember.
His mouth leaves mine and trails down the column of my throat, kissing and biting my tender skin. The needy noises coming from me are ones I don’t even recognize.
“Please, Gabriel,” I beg but I’m not even sure what for.
He rears back up, his blue eyes staring down at me with heat in his gaze. “Do you trust me?”
I pause for a moment, uncertain how to reply. I barely know this man. It’s clear he’s full of secrets that I’m not privy to. For all I know, he’s some serial killer or something. And yet, despite the rational part of my brain screaming at me to disagree, I nod my head.
“Yes.” The word is barely out of my mouth when he moves.
Gabriel throws me up against the opposite wall. Clothes and hangers cascade to the floor around us as he pins me against silk shirts and soft sweaters. He reaches behind us, pulling out a brown leather belt.
“Still trust me?” he asks as he loops the leather around one of my wrists.
I swallow down the lump forming in my throat and nod. His responding smirk causes a dimple to depress his cheek slightly. He’s achingly handsome and the fact that he wants me is a heady rush. I bite my lip to stop myself from saying something I’ll regret as he lifts my arms and secures them to the clothing rack highest toward the ceiling. The leather is soft and smooth against my skin but the position is a bit vulnerable.
“Good girl,” Gabriel praises as he begins to sink to his knees, holding me up with a bruising grip on my thighs.
I squirm in worry as I dangle helplessly in his closet. This is foolish and wildly out of the norm for me. I’m not the type of girl that gets tied up and suspended above the ground as foreplay. And yet, my panties are completely soaked with my arousal. I want him beyond logic or reason. And when he moves to wrap my legs over his shoulders, staring up at me from between my legs, I know I’m completely lost to this lustful madness.
“First, you’re going to come on my tongue.” He pulls my panties to the side as he speaks. I try to squirm away but I’m helpless in this position. I’m entirely at his mercy. “Then on my fingers. Then my cock.” He leans in, licking a slow path up my drenched center. I cry out in pleasure as his tongue flicks my clit. “That sound good to you, Princess?”
I can’t answer, I’m too far gone into whatever pleasure fueled haze he’s created for me. His tongue laps against my drenched core, stroking my pussy again, and again, and again. I can’t stop myself from moving. My hips begin to thrust as I rock myself against his face. He focuses on my clit, sucking it into his mouthand creating a pulsing suction that has me seeing stars.
“Gabriel, yes!” I cry out as my toes curl and pleasure builds rapidly in my core. “Fuck! Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His tongue and lips continue to pull and push at my needy nub, driving me absolutely wild. When his teeth nip at me, I’m done for. My orgasm detonates with such power that I can’t stop the scream that rips through me. My entire body seizes up as I ride the electrical high pulsing through me. Gabriel doesn’t relent, licking and sucking every last drop of my release from between my thighs.
“Shit,” I huff out as I finally come down from my high. My head feels light, as if I’m high above the clouds.
