He dips his head to trail open-mouthed kisses along my neck, and I shudder in response.
So close...
“Then we’ll uncomplicate them,” he murmurs. His words send a thrill of anticipation through me. With a deliberate motion, he pushes aside my panties before swiping two fingers between my folds, and I moan unabashedly at the sensation.
Gabriel groans against the sensitive skin of my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. “So fucking wet,” he murmurs, his fingers slick with my arousal as he circles my clit.
I jolt in his arms, electricity rushing through my veins.
“All I need you to do is say yes,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire.
He’s just as turned on as I am right now, and I’m not even touching him.
Gabriel pulls back enough to look at me as his fingers quicken their pace between my legs, driving me closer to the edge. I'm right there, teetering on the brink of ecstasy, my legs trembling beneath me as white spots dance behind my closed eyelids.
“Yes,” I moan and my orgasm crashes over me, taking with it the final threads of my sanity and my self-control.
Gabriel's mouth crashes into mine, our kiss a fierce collision of tongues and teeth. I'm breathless, lost in the intensity of histouch. This kiss is nothing like before—It isn’t gentle or patient. There’s no tenderness or hesitancy—it's raw, primal, consuming.
I can’t breathe.
Gabriel devours my mouth, his one hand tangling in my hair as he angles my head, deepening the kiss even further. With a swift motion, he unravels the elastic bands securing my braids, allowing my hair to tumble freely around us.
God, he feels so good.
Before I can catch my breath, he lifts me effortlessly into his arms, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs as he demands, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
I comply without hesitation and am rewarded with the undeniable press of his arousal against my core.
“Fuck,” I gasp as he grinds against me.
“Say it again, baby girl.” His fingers flex on my thighs, and he carries me out of the room. “Tell me that you want me to fuck you.”
CHAPTER 45
GABRIEL
Cecilia moans against my mouth as I blindly make my way into the kitchen. The need to claim her, to bury myself inside of her body and mark her as mine rips through me. I dig my fingers into her skin, pulling her harder against me. I know I’m being rough, but I can’t fucking control myself. She was on a date. A fucking date. I swear to god as soon as I find out who that asshole is?—
Wyatt. I have his first name.
“Say it,” I demand, my voice rough with need as I lower her onto the kitchen island. The surface is the perfect height, positioning her just right for what I have planned. Her legs fall from around my waist, her fingers clutching at the material of my shirt.
There are too many layers between us. With an impatient growl, I rip off my shirt, tossing it aside before shedding my jeans and briefs in one swift motion.
Cecilia is next. I lift her dress up and over her head before discarding it on the tiled floor. I want to take my time with her. To go slow and savor every inch of her body. But the urgency pulsing through me demands otherwise.
I’m incapable of going slow right now. I’m so fucking desperate for this girl.
My eyes lock onto her tits. She isn’t wearing a bra.Fuck me.Unable to resist, I capture one of her dusky nipples between my lips, reveling in the way she melts beneath me.
Her spine arches, and she throws her head back, letting out a soft groan.
That sound … it goes straight to my dick.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice sharp as I meet her startled gaze. Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, her arousal palpable in the air between us.
I lean forward and capture her nipple between my teeth again, tugging on the sensitive nub and kneading her flesh until she’s writhing beneath me. Simultaneously begging me to stop and asking me for more.
