“More,” she breathes, her body arching into mine, begging for the release I know she craves.
I press my erection against her center, rocking into her heat. My control is hanging by a thread. “This?” I ask, teasing, pushing her to the edge with nothing but words.
She shakes her head, breath coming in short, shallow pants. “Please,” she whispers, her hips rising to meet mine, her body trembling beneath me. “I need?—”
“Tell me,” I growl, lips brushing along her neck before I bite down, hard enough to leave a mark. Her sharp gasp sends a thrill through me, her nails digging into my back.
“Gabriel!” she cries, and fuck, the way she says my name … it wrecks me.
“Words, baby. I need to hear the words.” I can’t—won’t—go further without them. She’s not thinking clearly tonight. Her emotions are running too high. But I need to know she wants this as much as I do.
“I need you,” she finally says, her voice thick with desire, shattering any doubt.
“I’m right here,” I murmur, my lips brushing hers again. “Yours for the taking.”
Her eyes burn with lust as she pushes herself up on her elbows, gaze trailing down my body. She licks her lips, and I nearly lose it. My control is slipping, but I want her to make a move.
Cecilia’s fingers trail down my chest, lingering over the hard ridges of my abdomen. I suck in a sharp breath, waiting, anticipation tightening every muscle in my body. Her hand dips lower, grazing the waistband of my sweats, and I hold my breath.
“Touch me,” I whisper, my voice raw. “There’s nothing in this world I want more.”
Emboldened, she slips her hand beneath the fabric, her fingers wrapping around my length. A groan escapes my lips, hips thrusting into her fist. “Fuck,” I mutter, my voice strangled. “Take me out.”
With trembling hands, Cecilia pulls my cock free, her thumb brushing over the tip. I grit my teeth, my hips moving instinctively in her hand. “Jesus.” I could come just like this. Just from the warmth of her hand.
Her touch is tentative at first, but she quickly finds her rhythm, her hand moving in slow, torturous strokes. “Yes,” I groan, my voice hoarse with need. “Tighter, baby. Just like that.”
Her gaze locks with mine, dark and filled with desire. “I want you inside me,” she breathes, her voice a sultry whisper that sends a shiver down my spine.
Without another word, I kick off my sweats and tear her clothes from her body, leaving her completely bare. She’s breathtaking, every inch of her flushed and ready for me. I lower my mouth to her breast, sucking and nipping at the sensitive peaks of her nipples until she’s writhing beneath me. Her moans are a symphony of pleasure I can’t get enough of.
“Are you wet for me?” I ask, sliding my fingers down to her core, feeling the slickness between her thighs.
“Yes,” she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed, chasing my fingers as they retreat. “Please, Gabriel.”
The need to bury myself inside her is overwhelming, but I hold back. Not yet. I press two fingers into her, feeling her stretch around me, her body quivering beneath my touch.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I murmur, pumping my fingers inside her. I watch her face as she races toward release, her breaths coming faster, her body trembling.
She gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Right there,” she cries, her voice strained. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I whisper, pressing my thumb to her clit. I circle it slowly, driving her higher and higher. Her body arches off the bed, and I know she’s close. A fine sheen of sweat sticking to her skin.
When she finally falls apart, it’s like watching something divine. She shatters beneath me, her body clenching around my fingers as I watch her, every muscle tightening, her lips parted in a breathless cry. “Gabriel!”
Fuck, hearing my name on her lips as she comes is enough to make me lose it.
I barely give her a moment to recover before I line myself up with her entrance. “Are you ready for me?” I ask, my voice thick with need.
She whines, a desperate sound that has me ready to give her anything she wants. My body is on fire, every inch of me straining with the need to be inside her, to lose myself in her heat. But I won’t rush this. Not tonight. Not with her like this.
“Words, baby,” I remind her. My fingers brush her sweat dampened hair away from her face as I keep my voice low and controlled, though I’m anything but.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Gabriel. Make me forget.”
Her words gut me, the plea in her voice slicing through my chest. I know what she’s asking—what she needs—and it kills me that I don’t have all the answers, that I can’t fix whatever it is that’s haunting her right now. We’ll come back to that tomorrow. But right now, I can give her this.
Slowly, I push inside her, inch by torturous inch. Her slick heat wraps around me like a vice. My control is hanging by a thread, my jaw clenched so tight it hurts. “Jesus,” I hiss, fighting to keep it together as her body takes me in.
