“I want you too. All of you. I want to date you. I want to know you outside of sex.I choose you," she says.
A groan rips from my throat as I roll my shoulders back, sinking into her again, my cock pulsing,achingto release. My thumb finds my tongue, wetting it before I press it against her clit, rubbing hard now.
“I choose you too, Aly.” My voice is rough, barely a whisper. “Fuck, you have no idea how good it feels good to hear you say that.”
Her gaze softens, something breaking open in those pretty, stormy eyes before her fingers curl around my neck, pulling me down into another kiss. And I’m lost. Lost in her scent, in her heat, in the way she gives herself over to me so easily, socompletely after everything that she’s gone through. I don’t deserve it but damn I’m glad I’m on the receiving end of her love.
I rub harder, feeling that swollen little bundle of nerves throb beneath my fingers. She moans against my mouth, hooks a leg around my waist, angling her hips so I can drive into herdeeper,harder—until we’re connected in a way we’ve never been before.
“Gabriel… I’m gonna come.”
“Good. Say my name when you do. Say yourboyfriend’sname when you do. Because one day, I’m going to be your husband.”
Her head tilts back, her mouth falls open on a ragged moan as I drop my lips to her throat, sucking, marking her. This time, the mark will last for longer than a few minutes.
Then she breaks. Her pussy clenches, spasms around me, dragging me deeper, holding me tight, so fucking tight that it takes everything in me to keep thrusting through it. I don’t last long; I can’t last long. Not when she’s unraveling beneath me, around me,becauseof me.
And when I feel her orgasm begin to fade, I bury myself inside her, deep, groaning into her skin as I let go—letting her take all of me. Every ounce of fear. Every piece of pain. Every promise of the future I want to give her.
She sighs, her legs tightening around my waist, keeping me inside her even as I soften. I roll us, shifting her on top of me, her sweat-slicked skin clinging to mine despite how cold the house is. Koala-style, she curls into me, perfect, and I grip the sheets, dragging them up, cocooning us in warmth so that she doesn’t get chilled.
I brush back her hair, pressing a lazy kiss to her lips knowing this time she’s not going to run away from me. This time she’s staying.
“Perfect." My voice is full of awe. “You’re fucking perfect, Aly. Everything about you." She smiles, content, her eyes stillclosed. “I think school’s going to be canceled tomorrow.”
“You think?” she murmurs, already half-asleep.
“I know so.” I smirk, tightening my hold on her. “Which means, I’m taking you on a real date tomorrow.”
Her eyes flutter open, soft but bright. “Really?"
“Yeah. Something around here—since it might not be safe to drive. But a real, proper date.” I run my fingers down her spine, feeling the way she shivers against me. “I want to know everything there is to know about you. I want to show you that you don’t have to fear me letting you down. That I’m steady and dependable. That I’m yours—if you’ll give me the chance to be. This will be the first date of the rest of our lives.”
She nods, voice soft and muffled against my chest. “I’d love that.”
“Good.” I tip her chin up, kissing her again, slow and deep, swallowing the little sigh she makes as she melts into me with.
“I can’t say I ever thought I’d end up in a relationship with my first one-night stand after my divorce,” she muses.
I chuckle darkly, already feeling myself thicken again inside her, her body still wrapped around me.
“I’m glad it was me that you trusted that first night with.”
She props her chin on her fist, studying me, something soft and knowing in her gaze. “Even if it wasn’t you, I think I would’ve always found my way to you.”
I exhale, my chest tightening, my hand running up her spine to tangle in her hair. I bring her face closer so I can kiss her lips softly.
“I think so too, sweetheart.” I kiss her forehead and let my lips linger. “I think so too.”
Chapter 35: Alessia
Gabriel:I fucking miss you, sweetheart.?
Alessia:I miss you too. When will you be home?
Gabriel:So, you admit that it’s your home too now?
Alessia:I mean… you did drag all my stuff over from Natasha’s house four weeks ago. So, unless you think I’d still call a place that has none of my belongings “home,” I guess this is it now.
