Page 114 of Plunge into Obsession

He yanked on the straps of my dress until both breasts came free, and his mouth automatically latched onto a nipple.

I ran my fingers through his hair, gripping him tightly as I fucked him harder.

I didn’t have much experience being on top—no experience at all, save for that first time with him—but Gabriel didn’t seem to mind.

If anything, he seemed to like it.

He grasped my breasts in both hands, tightening his grip whenever I pushed down on him.

“Gabriel.”

He slapped both nipples.

I screamed in pleasure and pain just as the first waves of convulsion rushed toward me.

Hell.

I fucked him harder.

He slapped my nipples again.

I jerked violently against him.

He gripped my poor nipples. “Come for me,mi tesoro.”

I threw my head back and came over his cock, and my orgasm must have pushed him over because Gabriel pulled out of me and grabbed a handkerchief he had in his pocket, and fisted himself with the fabric. I watched in fascination as he came in the fabric, wondering briefly why he hadn’t come inside me like he usually did.

He quickly disposed of it in the small bin nearby before he pulled me back into his arms. I didn’t even think to fight him.

I couldn’t.

I came willingly.

He cupped the back of my neck and drew me toward him, kissing me roughly as we both tried to come back after falling so far, so deep.

He slowed his kiss until all that was left between us was a slight spasm here and there.

I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

He gently skimmed his lips over my head before finally stopping altogether, his chest slowing a bit as he caught his breath.

Hell.

Why was it always like this with him?

Gabriel pulled away first, and methodically, he drew my dress down, covering me once more.

It took me a moment to realize we had arrived.

This place was unfamiliar to me. I didn’t think I had ever been to this part of the city.

I wondered just how much Johnny had heard.

My cheeks flamed, and Gabriel looked at me with an amused expression on his face.

I scowled and pushed him off.

I was still feeling too sensitive.

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