Page 67 of Gabriela and His Grace

He nodded solemnly, but his blue eyes burned. “Shall we try putting it to a different kind of use?”

A powerful wave of heat surged through her, and Gabby pulled him down until they shared the same breath. “Will you show me?”

“God, yes,” Sebastian groaned, crashing his mouth down on hers.

Gabby couldn’t fathom how Sebastian could be so gentle while he trembled with desire. Even as his tongue leisurely explored the recesses of her mouth, his hands content to coast along the contours of her face, his shoulders shook with barely restrained fire. Gabby was certain she would vibrate out of her skin if she didn’t feel more friction in that molten hot place between her legs that only her fingers had ever touched.

Unwilling to submit to Sebastian’s torturous pace any longer, and with a primal instinct urging her to move, Gabby tilted her hips up and ground against his thigh. A whimper slipped from her mouth when she could get no purchase.

Sebastian froze above her, his pupils blown wide. He stared at her for a heartbeat before he rasped a “Goddamn it” and reached up to tug his nightshirt from his shoulders.

Any rational thought still pinging about in Gabby’s mind vaporized like mist when her eyes landed on Sebastian’s naked torso. In the wisps of light peeking through the drapes, he appeared otherworldly. Like a dark lord intent on absconding with her to the underworld. His skin was pale and smooth like marble, with a scattering of moles and dark hair. But when Gabby dared to reach out and touch him, he was warm and very much alive. Her hungry gaze followed the trek her fingers took mapping the muscles of his chest, down the bands of his abdomen to the trail of black hair that disappeared into his sleep trousers. When her questing hands made to follow it, Sebastian captured her wrist.

“Darling, if you do that, this will be over before we’ve begun.” He kissed her knuckles. “Now do I have leave to see you, explore you, just as you did me?”

“But I wasn’t done,” she complained, scowling. Her objections died, however, when she met his deep arctic gaze.

Holding her stare, as if searching for any sign of fear, Sebastian reached for the hem of her nightdress and dragged it up and over her head. The cool air of the room swept over her skin, but when Sebastian finally lowered his eyes to her body, fire burned through Gabby’s limbs at the look of awe that bloomed across his face.

“Exquisite,” he breathed, shaking his head. “But of course you are. It’s you.”

Flooded with that unknown emotion, Gabby surged up to snag his lips with her own.

In that moment, with her bare breasts pressed to his torso, every one of her senses was aflame. The soft hairs on his chest abraded her tender flesh. The luscious flavor of his lips danced along her tongue. His excited breaths teased her ears. Gabby held him tighter, desperate to crawl into his skin.

When Sebastian released her lips, she blinked her eyes open in confusion.

“Ella love,” he murmured, his hair mussed and his cheeks flushed, “let me look at you.”

Willing herself to relax, Gabby lay back on the mattress. A pair of drawers were the only item of clothing she wore. Knitting her fingers in the sheets, Gabby allowed Sebastian to look his fill.

And look he did. His smoldering perusal went from the tips of her toes to the crown of her head. However, it wasn’t until his fingertips trailed a meandering path across her skin that Gabby began to squirm. His touch, the fervent light in his eyes, sent liquid heat coursing through her veins, coalescing once again in the juncture between her thighs. Gabby thought she might scream from the heavenly torture of it.

Sebastian seemed oblivious to her discomfort, for his focus had become her breasts. Skating his fingers up her rib cage, he gathered one in each hand, his thumbs raking over the sensitive tips.

“If you only knew the amount of times I imagined these beauties. The moments I’d glimpse you across a ballroom, your smiles for everyone but me, some fashionable confection hugging every one of your curves in the most sinful manner.” His brow arched as he met her eyes. “And I’d think of you when I stroked my cock at night.”

Gabby didn’t have time to do more than gasp because Sebastian leaned forward and closed his lips around one puckered nipple.

Blistering bolts of pleasure radiated through her limbs, and Gabby cried out as she arched her back into the sensation.

“But the reality of you is so much more than I could’ve ever dreamed up in my simple mind.” Sebastian blew a warm breath across her wet, throbbing flesh. “You’re a dream,” he purred, dipping his head to lick a stripe across her other nipple.

Thrashing about in the sheets, Gabby alternated between clenching her eyes closed as she struggled to maintain her composure or watching Sebastian suck, nibble, and tug at her flesh, inching her ever closer to losing control. Gabby had no notion she was undulating her hips in response to his ministrations until he lifted his head and chuckled.

“My darling girl, am I not giving you what you need?” Sebastian danced his sinful fingers down her stomach to the secret place that had been begging for his attention.

The first caress of his fingers through her folds left her moaning and canting her pelvis to chase his touch.

“Christ, Ella, you’re so wet,” he crooned, tugging her drawers down and off her legs. Tossing them over his shoulder, Sebastian grasped her thighs and spread them wide, his gaze hooded as he stared down at her. “Grab the headboard, love. I want a taste.”

Coherent thoughts evaporated into the ether when Sebastian settled between her legs and swiped his tongue through her folds.

“Ay Dios,” she cried out, her hands scrambling to anchor herself as he licked and sucked at her flesh. Gabby thought she should be scandalized; perhaps embarrassed. Yet it was so very hard to be those things when Sebastian and his wicked, wicked tongue made her feel so good. And making her feel good appeared to be his priority, because he watched her, gauging her reactions and focusing on those actions that she enjoyed. But it was his words, broken and voracious, that threatened to drive her out of her mind.

“I knew it. I knew you would taste divine.” Sebastian flicked his tongue against the sensitive spot at the crown of her sex. “Does that feel good, Ella?”

Whimpering, Gabby choked out a “Sí” as she scoured his scalp with her fingernails and directed his tongue to that spot that made her see stars.