Page 100 of Forget-Me-Nots and Apricots

The contrast between Gabriel's usual composed authority and the way he worshipped my body now was intoxicating. His tongue swirled around my sensitive peak while his hand kneaded my other breast, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I arched against him, my legs tightening around his waist.

"Gabriel," I whispered, my voice breathy, my fingers threading through his hair, holding him to me as pleasure coursed through my body. The heat of his mouth, the gentle scrape of his teeth, the contrast of his controlled strength against my softer curves—it was all overwhelming in the best possible way. When he switched his attention to my other breast, I couldn't help the whimper that escaped me, my hips rocking instinctively against him, seeking friction.

Gabriel groaned against my skin, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure coursing through me. His hands slid down to my hips, gripping them tightly as he pressed himself against my core, the hard length of him evident even through our clothes.

"The things you do to me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he trailed kisses up my neck to my ear. "How much I want you."

I turned my head, capturing his mouth in another kiss, this one hungrier, more demanding than before. My hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, fingers fumbling in my eagerness to feel his skin against mine. Gabriel helped me, shrugging the fabric from his shoulders once the buttons were undone, revealing a broad chest and sculpted abdomen that made my mouth go dry. I ran my hands over him, exploring the firm muscles and smooth skin with appreciative fingers.

"You're beautiful," I breathed, tracing the contours of his chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my palm.

Gabriel's eyes darkened at my words, his hands moving to the button of my pants. "May I?" he asked, his voice rough with restraint.

I nodded, lifting my hips to help as he slid the fabric down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my underwear and open shirt. His gaze traveled over me, hot and appreciative, before he stepped back between my spread thighs.

"I've thought about this," he admitted, his hands sliding up my bare legs with tantalizing slowness. "About you, like this. Spread open for me." His eyes held mine, intense and hungry yet still seeking confirmation.

"Show me," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. "Show me what you've thought about."

A low growl escaped him as his hands slid higher, thumbs tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. When his fingers brushed against the damp fabric between my legs, we both moaned.

"Already so wet," he murmured, his voice deepening with satisfaction as he stroked me through the thin barrier. "Is this for me, Vivian? Or is this still from Lucas?"

There was no judgment in his question, just genuine curiosity mixed with Alpha possessiveness. I shivered at his directness.

"For you," I gasped as his fingers continued their teasing exploration. "Right now, it's all for you."

Gabriel's eyes flashed with pleasure at my words, his thumb pressing more firmly against my center, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves through the dampened fabric. "Tell me what you want," he commanded softly, his free hand sliding up to cup my breast again.

"You," I breathed, arching into his touch. "Please, Gabriel."

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my underwear, slowly dragging them down my legs until I was completely bare before him. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, exposed and wanting on his desk.

"Perfect," he murmured, his hands sliding up my thighs again, pushing them wider. He lowered himself to his knees before me, looking up the length of my body with a hunger that made me tremble. "I want to taste you."

I nodded, beyond words as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs , each one bringing him closer to where I needed him most. When his mouth finally found my center, I cried out, my hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands as pleasure shot through me.

Gabriel groaned against me, the vibration adding to the sensation as his tongue explored me with the same commanding precision he brought to everything. He found my most sensitive spot with unerring accuracy, circling it with firm strokes that had me gasping his name.

"You taste divine," he murmured against me, his hands gripping my thighs to keep them spread wide as he continued his sensual assault. When he slid one finger inside me, then another, curling them in a way that made me see stars, I couldn't hold back the cry that escaped me.

"Gabriel," I gasped, my hips moving against his mouth, seeking more of the exquisite pleasure he was creating. "Please don't stop."

"I wouldn't dream of it," he murmured, his voice vibrating against my sensitive flesh as his fingers continued their skilled movements inside me. His tongue circled my clit with increasing pressure, his rhythm perfectly matching the thrust of his fingers until I was trembling on the edge of release.

"Let go for me," Gabriel commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come apart."

His words, combined with a particularly firm stroke of his tongue, sent me over the edge. Pleasure crashed through me in waves, my body arching as I cried out his name. Gabriel worked me through it, his movements gentling as the aftershocks rippled through me, until I collapsed back against the desk, boneless and breathless.

Before I could recover, he was standing between my legs again, his hands gentle as they stroked my sides.

"Beautiful," he murmured, pressing kisses up my stomach to my breasts, then my neck, before claiming my mouth again. I could taste myself on his lips, the intimacy of it making me moan softly against him. His hands cupped my face, the gentleness of his touch contrasting with the hunger in his kiss.

I reached for him, my fingers working at his belt, suddenly desperate to feel all of him. Gabriel caught my wrists, his eyes meeting mine with a question.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough but controlled. "We don't have to go further tonight."

I appreciated his concern, the way he checked in despite his obvious desire. "I'm sure," I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I want you, Gabriel."

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