Then, I sink into her. She gasps, throwing her head back. Her breathing picks up as I set the pace.
I’m home.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect,” I groan, unable to stop staring because I’ve been denied the right to do so for so long, and I never want to look away again.
She is here, and she is mine. Something in me shifts. A desperate need to lay my claim.
I pull her head back again. “I don’t know why you thought I was gonna let you blow me off tonight, love.”
Defiance shines in her eyes. “You know why. You were paying attention to someone else.”
I chuckle and bite her throat just enough to make her gasp before soothing it with my tongue.
When I lift my head again, I say, “You know better. My attention is always yours. You are mine.”
She nods.
“Your words.”
She pants, her lips parted, and whispers, “I’m yours.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “As much as I love thatjealous streak, it’s getting old proving to you who I want in my bed. Who I want to bury my cock in. Who I want to love.”
She stares at me with wide, round eyes. “Gabriel?—”
“Do not say some bullshit we both know is a fucking lie.”
Her lips clamp shut, and I pull away from her to stand at the end of the bed. She was about to tell me all about her doubts, and I don’t want to hear it. I’m tired of hearing it. We belong together. She knows it, and I know it.
I yank her to the edge and slide into her again, letting my head fall back as she moans.
She locks her ankles around me, rolling her hips frantically. My thumb finds her clit.
“Oh my god,” she groans.
Palming her ass, I slam into her until she flutters around me again, then I flip her over like a rag doll. “Put your hands on the headboard.”
As she does, I take her in and go completely still.
“You little fucking liar.” I run my thumb over the tattoo on her ass before smacking it with a pop.
She smirks over her shoulder. I suspected she was lying, but knowing that she had my initials on her ass every time that asshole fucked her, does something to me. I push her knees apart before lining up and sliding into her.
“Oh my god, Gabriel,” she groans.
“You’ve missed me too, huh?”
She nods.
I lean forward and whisper, “I want to hear you say it.”
“I missed you. God, I fucking missed you.”
Gripping her hips, I let go and claim what has always been mine.
“You are so beautiful,” I say softly between kissing themiddle of her back. Then I grab her hair with one hand and pull her back to my front.
It takes all of about three thrusts for her to fall over the edge again, panting and writhing. And I follow close behind.
