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His hands hook into the waistband of my panties, and he drags them down my legs with torturous slowness, his knuckles brushing against my sensitive skin. He tosses the soaked lace aside carelessly, like it was nothing more than an annoying barrier.
“Hold up your skirt,” he orders roughly.
I obey with trembling hands, bunching the soft fabric in my fists and pulling it higher, exposing myself to his heated gaze.
He steps back slightly, his eyes drinking in the sight of me spread open for him like I’m a feast prepared just for his pleasure. The weight of his stare makes me feel so exposed that I almost want to close my legs, but the obvious hunger in his expression keeps me right where I am.
“This is like that day I saw you in the bathroom,” he says, dropping to his knees between my spread thighs with fluid grace. “But this time, I’m going to be the one making you fall apart. I’m going to make you come all over my face until you can’t remember your own name. Until the only name you know is mine.”
His mouth is on me before I can fully process his words, his tongue diving deep and making me cry out with shocked pleasure. The sensation doesn’t build slowly or gently. I’m already so sensitive from Ford’s attention that Gabriel’s skilled touch feels almost too intense, making every nerve ending spark.
But he doesn’t give me time to adjust or catch my breath. He eats me out like a man possessed, tongue exploring my pussy as if he’s trying to map every contour with his tongue. His large hands grip my thighs, holding me open and keeping me exactly where he wants me as he devours me with shameless enthusiasm.
“God,” I gasp, head falling back against the mirror with a soft thunk.
“I’m no god, petit oiseau doux,” he mutters, the vibration of his words making me shudder. “But if you’re going to pray to me, do it properly. Say my name.”
“Fuck,” I pant. “Gabriel. Oh fuck.”
He rewards me by circling my clit with his tongue before sucking it between his lips with perfect pressure. The dual sensation makes my hips buck against his mouth involuntarily, seeking more of the overwhelming sensation.
The elegant bathroom fills with the wet sounds of his mouth working between my legs, my own ragged breathing echoing off the marble surfaces. I can feel my body trembling at his mercy, and through it all, Gabriel’s relentless mouth continues its exquisite assault.
When the first orgasm hits, it crashes over me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath and making my vision blur at the edges. I have to grip the counter with white knuckles to keep from sliding off as my body convulses, my thighs clamping around Gabriel’s head.
But he doesn’t stop. If anything, it just eggs him on.
He slides two long fingers inside me and curls them a bit, hitting that spot deep inside that makes stars explode behind my closed eyelids. The stretch feels incredible after being empty, and I arch into his touch with a whimper.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, his lips moving against my oversensitive clit as he speaks. “Give me two more. I want to make up for missing out the other night when you were with Hayden and Ford.”
“Gabriel, I can’t—” I start to protest, shaking my head.
“You can,” he says, his free hand pressing against my lower belly to hold me steady as I writhe. “You’re going to come for me again, and again, until I’ve had my fill of you. Until I’m satisfied.”
He works me with his mouth and fingers in perfect coordination, building me up slowly and deliberately this time. He alternates between soft licks and harder pressure, reading my body’s responses like he’s studied them for years. The tension coils in my core, tighter and tighter with each expert stroke of his tongue.
When the second orgasm hits, it’s even more devastating than the first. My back arches off the mirror, and I have to press my face into my shoulder to muffle the cry that tears from my throat. My entire body shakes uncontrollably, and I can feel myself gushing against Gabriel’s mouth, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his fingers.
Still, he doesn’t stop.
“One more,” he insists, pulling back just enough to speak before diving back in. “Give me one more, petit oiseau doux. I know you have it in you. I can feel how close you are already.”
He attacks my clit with renewed vigor, tongue flicking against the swollen, oversensitive bud while his fingers continue their relentless assault on that perfect spot inside me. I’m so sensitive now that every touch feels magnified tenfold, pleasure bordering on the edge of too much.
“I can’t,” I rasp, shaking my head. “It’s too much, Gabriel. Holy fuck, I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes, you can,” he murmurs. “You can do anything you set your mind to, so do this for me. Come for me one more time. Let me have everything.”
When the third orgasm crashes over me, it’s almost too much for my body to handle. My vision goes white, and for a moment I think I might actually pass out. My body shudders so violently that Gabriel has to hold me steady with both hands, keeping me from falling off the counter entirely.
Finally, as the last of the tremors subside, he pulls back. His chin is glistening from my arousal, his lips swollen and shining, his hair sticking in all directions from having my fingers in it. He looks sinfully debauched, and somehow more gorgeous than ever.
“Perfect,” he groans. “You taste even better than I dreamed, and I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.”
He licks his lips slowly, as if he’s savoring my taste like a fine wine. The sight makes my breath catch and my spent body somehow stir with renewed arousal.
Something surges inside my chest as I gaze down at him—a need to return the pleasure he’s given me, to see him fall apart the way he just made me. Following my instincts, I slide off the counter on unsteady legs and drop to my knees in front of him.
