“I’m not done with you yet,” Gabriel growls as he rises to his feet, holding me up by my thighs. “We’re just getting started.”
He shifts me so that my weight is balanced on his hip as he slides his hand up my thigh. His fingers slide into the hem of my underwear, pulling them off of my body. I don’t miss how he stuffs them into his pocket. Everywhere his fingers graze my skin feels like it’s on fire. I just barely came down from my last orgasm, and yet as he looks down at me with heated hunger in his eyes, I can’t stop the way I roll my hips against him. I whimper as his thumb grazes my drenched folds.
“So needy for me, aren’t you?” His fingers slip between my lips, teasing me with soft strokes. My walls clench, desperate to be filled. His tattooed fingers, covered in black ink, are a stark contrast to my pale skin. “Beg me to fuck you with my fingers.”
His words are aggressive and authoritative, and part of me wants to be offended, but a much larger part of me desperately wants this. I shove my chest forward, my breasts aching from behind my bra. His teeth latch onto the skin at the top of my chest, sinking into my flesh. I cry out as his bruising assault turns into pleasurable laps of his tongue and lips.
“Say it and I’ll give you the relief you desire,” he demands ashis tongue slips below my bra, teasing my peaked nipple.
My flesh is sensitive. Everywhere he touches is like electricity, and I’m desperate for the relief he’s promised. The only thing holding me back is my mind. The uptight, superego screaming at me that this is wrong and immoral. But in this moment, my body’s need for release is beating out my guilt.
“Please, Gabriel,” I choke out between panting breaths. “Use your fingers to fuck me, please.”
He pulls back, a sly smirk on his face as he stares at me. I’m sure I look a mess—flushed and sweating with hair stuck to my face. But this man, this dark and mysterious hero that’s wound his way into my life, looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“As you command, Princess.”
Two thick fingers plunge inside me, causing my walls to instantly clench around him. I groan at the sudden stretch and my body instinctively tries to pull back, but he holds tight, using his fingers in a scissoring motion to gently stretch me open.
“Gotta get this pussy prepped if it’s gonna take my cock, pretty girl,” he coos as he curls his fingers and strokes inside me in a way that has my entire body jerking and writhing in pleasure.
No one has touched my body like this before, as if every single stroke is meticulously planned to pull pleasure from me. My head falls back as I let go and give him control.
“That’s it,” he praises as he adds a third finger and pumps them in and out of me. The sounds of my drenched pussy being fucked by his fingers echoes off the walls of the enclosed space, wrapping us in a cave of depravity. And I absolutely love it. “Let go and let me use you.”
Despite having just come on his face, I already feel my pleasure rising again as he strokes my inner walls. Higher, and higher, and higher I go toward the peak of ecstasy.
“Your pretty pussy is already fluttering. You going to come for me, Princess?” he goads as he slips his pinky inside as well, sending me over the edge.
I come undone. My orgasm barrels through me hard and fast, like a fierce wave crashing on the shore. Gabriel doesn’t relent, pumping his hand in and out of me, drawing out each wave of my release.
I feel the bar above me snap before my lust hazed mine can register what’s happening. The crack cuts through the sounds of our sin and jolts Gabriel into action. Before the cascading pile of clothes and the snapped wooden clothing rack can fall on me, he’s pulled me back, spinning us away from the chaos.
My back lands on the floor, shaking my ribs and pulling the air from my lungs. Gabriel lands on top of me, his body cradling my own. My wrists ache slightly from where the belt had begun to dig into my skin. I turn my head to the right to assess the mess. The bar I’d been strapped to snapped in half, leaving clothes, hangers, and small wooden splinters scattered along the floor.
“I’m so sorry—” I begin to say. I’m mortified that I broke his closet, ruined his things. But before I can even finish my thought, his weight is off of me.
My eyes flit back to where he looms above me on his knees. He reaches behind his back and peels off his black shirt. I realize I haven’t seen him fully before and what I see has my core clenching. He’s broad and muscular with black ink covering almost every inch of exposed skin. He’s pale, making the dark designs stand out even more. They seem to be a mix of roses and demons, but my eyes are struggling to take it all in. He’s breathtaking.
“I can buy a new fucking clothing rack,” he grits out as his hands fall to his belt, swiftly undoing the buckle and pulling down the zipper. “Right now, nothing is stopping me fromclaiming you.”
He slides down his pants and briefs in one swift motion, allowing his hard length to spring free. My body reacts instinctively to the sight of his hard, pierced cock. My back bows off the floor as I croon with need. A bead of precum drips from his tip, and I desperately want to lick it off and taste him again. I lick my lips, thinking about his silk smooth length against my tongue.
He chuckles as he pumps his cock in his hand. As if he can read my mind he tells me, “As much as I’d like to have those plump lips wrapped around me again, I told you that you’d be coming on my cock tonight.” He bends over me as he speaks, pulling my bra down all the way to expose both my breasts. He flicks one, then the second nipple with his tongue. “And I keep my promises, Princess.”
The metal at the top of his dick is cool compared to my heated core as he rubs against me. I’m delirious with need, panting in desperation as he licks and sucks at my tender breasts. I need more. I need him to be closer. I thread my fingers through his silky black hair and pull him down to meet my mouth. He pushes his tongue inside my mouth, letting it twist and tangle with my own. I groan into his mouth as the tip of his hardness slides inside my drenched opening, just a tiny bit, just for a moment.
“More,” I pant out as he pulls back and repositions on his knees.
The growl that rumbles from his chest is deep and dark. I melt at the sound of his desire. His fingers dig into the tender flesh of my legs as he pulls me up, positioning his cock right at the opening of my pussy.
“You want this?” he teases as he pushes in slightly. My walls clench, trying to suck him in deeper, but he pulls back. “Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”
I whimper, unable to hold back. “Please, Gabriel. I need you.”
His eyes widen slightly as a fire lights in his icy gaze at my words. My need seems to send him over the edge. He punches his hips forward, thrusting deeply inside me. I cry out as the sting of his thickness rips me open. Everything about this man is dangerous—he’s tearing me apart piece by piece, breaking down every carefully constructed wall I’ve built, until I’m bare and open before him.
“Fuck, Princess,” he grits out from between clenched teeth. “You feel so fucking good.”
