He doesn’t immediately kiss me back, still in shock with my declaration, but then he catches on. Bringing his hand up into my hair, he deepens the kiss, angling my head to the side and claiming me as his as my body melts against him.
“Please let me show you how much you mean to me,” I beg against his mouth.
He untangles his finger from my hair and grabs the hem of his hoodie on my body, lifting it over my head. When his eyes find the marks along my neck, he freezes, his hands losing their grip on the hoodie and letting it fall beside us.
“Oh, fuck… Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. God!” His voice cracks as those tears return, this time a few falling free. “I’m so sorry, baby… God, I’m so sorry…”
I bring my arms up around his neck and pull him in as his forehead falls to my shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. I promise you, I’m fine. I promise. But I need you to stop blaming yourself. I need you to forgive yourself because none of this is your fault. It was just an accident. One we’ll figure out how to avoid.”
“How?” he cries against my shoulder, and it breaks my heart to see Gabe in this state because of this. “I’ve tried everything… nothing works. They won’t go away.”
“I could take some Krav Maga classes or something. Like that, next time you jump me, I’ll kick you in the nuts. That should wake you up pretty quickly.” I smile when he chuckles against my skin.
He lifts his head slowly, peering at me with hopeful eyes. “You’d really do that?” he asks softly.
I brush my lips against his, then pull back and remove one arm from his neck to wipe away his tears. “I’d do anything for you, Gabriel. Anything.” I peck his lips, then slant my head back, exposing my neck to him. “I want you to kiss it better for me. Will you do that?”
He swallows and nods. “Anything for you, Vixen. Anything,” he says, repeating the promise I just made him as he leans in hesitantly and grazes his soft swollen lips against my skin. He starts on one side, then moves to the other side as he sniffles.
“I’m sorry, baby… I love you so much. I’m so sorry,” he whispers, kissing the bruised flesh.
I fist his hair delicately and pull him back, capturing his mouth with mine. “Make love to me, Gabriel. Please make love to me.”
He reaches for my camisole, taking it off as I rip his shirt over his head. I lift my hips slightly as he wiggles out of his sweatpants before grabbing each side of my thong. Ready to slide them down my legs, but I place my hands over his. “I want you to rip them off.”
Gabe looks into my eyes with uncertainty, so I offer him a reassuring nod. Hetwists the material around his fists and gives it one quick tug. The cheap, thin fabric rips apart easily, leaving a sharp sting against my hips, but I couldn’t care less. He slides my panties out from under me and throws them aside.
He swipes his fingers through my folds to see how wet I am, which is extremely, then grabs the base of his cock and holds it in place as I slowly lower myself down his shaft. He groans as I moan, circling my hips to adjust to his girth. Then our mouths reconnect as we grind against each other.
There’s nothing rough or feral about this moment. No slapping skin, no screams, no heavy panting, or powerful thrusting. It’s just him and me, connecting in a way we had yet to discover. Lips and tongues exploring each other, hands roaming all over, heart pounding together as we consume each other to an earth-shattering orgasm. Crying out into one another’s mouth as we fall apart in each other’s arms.
“I love you, Vixen.” His soft breath tickles my swollen lips, sweaty foreheads pressed against each other.
The smile that graces my face can be felt down to my toes. “I love you, Pretty Boy.”
Chapter thirty-three
Veronica
Silas’s bathroom… again.
After redressing, we walk out of the library hand in hand, and all feels right in the world. That is until we emerge into the kitchen, and I spot Noah sitting alone in the living room with a glass in his hands.
“You’re still here?” Gabe asks Noah as he heads for the fridge. “Are you hungry, baby?” he questions next, looking over his shoulder.
“Famished.” I smile, then look over to Noah. “He’s sulking because I took away his car privileges.”
“Ouch…” Gabe chuckles, then gets to work on preparing us breakfast. Or I should say lunch since it seems to be noon already.
I watch the blissful smile on his lips as he moves around, and it makes my heart pound even louder in the best possible way. It’s crazy how three simple little words can completely change your mood. But I get it, because hearing him say them to me lit me up like a firecracker.
With a sigh, I head over to Noah. I’ve fixed one situation today; it’s time I fixed this one too. Once in front of him, I grab the Scotch glass from between his fingers, walk back over to the kitchen, and dump it in the sink. He doesn’t say anything, but I feel his glare on my back the whole time.
I lift onto the tips of my toes and kiss Gabe’s cheek. “I’m going to clean up quickly and get dressed, I’ll be right back,” I tell him, feeling his cum leaking from my core.
I hurry up the stairs and into Noah’s bathroom, clean between my legs with a warm washcloth, then dress in my usual thigh-high black socks. But instead of a skirt, I pair it with light-blue denim short shorts, a black sports bra, and a baggy gray crop top that falls off one shoulder.
I slip my feet into black laced-up platform stiletto ankle boots, then head back into the bathroom to do my makeup and hair. I apply some concealer over my neck, trying to hide the marks as best as I can, then go through my usual routine and finish with a double-winged purple eyeliner and a dark pinkish-purple matte lipstick.
