Page 221 of Plunge into Obsession

He got me, and he was never letting me go.

EPILOGUE

Seven monthslater

Bianca

Gabriel wasin one of hisparticularmoods.

Not that I was complaining.

Nope.

Not me.

Definitely not.

I closed my eyes and fisted the sheets beneath me as he pushed one of my legs off to the side, spreading me further.

The ceiling came into view when I opened my eyes once more, my vision a lusty haze.

Iridescent colors danced around, and there was nothing I could focus on but the way he slid his tongue over my slit, between my folds, before he dipped it inside me.

My toes curled, and I felt him press a smile against me.

He moved up and lapped my clit once, twice, and three more times.

I was on my back, naked.

I hadn’t gone to bed naked, but I was now. I must have been much more tired than I usually was because I hadn’t even noticed him taking off my clothes.

Just one more week and Gabriel and I would be able to meet our little one.

The swell that Gabriel had been so obsessed with watching was now as big as a basketball, and there wasn’t a night that went by when he didn’t kiss my stomach before I drifted off to sleep—drifted off into my own little dreamland.

It didn’t matter that I usually went to bed earlier than him and that I didn’t remember him doing it most nights.

The knowledge and confidence that he had done it, whether or not I was aware, got to me.

I let out a low moan when Gabriel reached up and played with my sensitive nipples.

It felt so good.

“Gabriel.”

“Yes,mi corazón? What do you need?”

“To come. Please let me come.”

He looked up at me, his brown eyes glinting with happiness in the morning light.

From my vantage point, it looked like Gabriel was naked. I let out a small whimper at the thought. How badly I wanted to see him, see all of him.

My husband’s naked body was not something I would ever get tired of looking at.

“Your wish is my command.”

He went down and ate me out more vigorously.

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