Page 50 of The Wolf and his Witch

She backed away from him and slipped into the large, glass-walled shower, the San Francisco night skyline visible behind her. Gabriel stepped in after her as she turned on the taps and adjusted the water. He slid his hands around her waist as the water sluiced over them both. With soap in hand, she turned in his arms, swiveled them around until he was under the spray and began a slow, sensuous, slippery exploration of his body, lathering his skin and washing him down as she went. His arms, his shoulders, his pecs, sliding her petite hands across his stomach.

Annabelle ducked behind him, washing his back, caressing his spine, cupping his ass cheeks and rubbing down his legs setting every nerve ending on fire. Never had he experienced such devotion, such tenderness. His heart swelled, and so did his cock. He didn’t think he’d ever been this hard for a woman, not even Annabelle, in his entire life.

She stepped in front of him, her hands reaching for his groin and gently soaping up his balls. He threw his head back, letting the water wash over him. Then she took his cock in hand, sliding her hands along his length. Another growl rumbled up in his chest and her hand faltered.

“Keep going like that and this will be all over in a matter of seconds.”

She kept going.

No.He was not some pimply youth, thinking only of his own pleasure. He gently eased her hands away and grabbed the soap. His turn.

Gabriel started at the curve of her throat, gentling massaging the tension from her shoulders, down her arms to her fingertips. More soap suds frothed as he cupped her breasts, teasing her pert nipples until a low moan slipped from her lips. His hands roamed, rediscovering her body—the curves and shallows, the mole on the inside of her hip, the tender spot on her inner thigh,the way her legs shook when he rubbed at the back of her knees, the plumpness of her ass and the heat of her slippery folds.

A fierceness washed over him. He’d nearly lost her. For good. Who knew what would’ve become of her had Dutton’s plan succeeded. He never wanted to let her out of his sight again, though Annabelle would chafe at such restrictions. They’d argue about it, and she would rightly claim she could take care of herself, like she had with Dutton, but the beast in him would always be protective of her. Three long years without her had been pure hell.

Three long years without being able to cup her pussy, slide his fingers inside her and feel her clench around him. To live without her sweet body pressed against him. Without hearing her little noises of pleasure—her moans and gasps as he hit her sweet spot. Or the fluttering of her hands about his neck, urging him on.

“Gabriel,” she breathed, a plea and exhortation for more.

He took her mouth in his, delving deep with his tongue, as he eased two fingers inside her. A leisurely seduction, unlike the savage need of their fucking a few nights previous.Putain, he’d missed this.

She protested when he slid his fingers out, but her complaints faded into a moan as he lifted her, wrapped her legs around his hips and slowly, inexorably seated her down the length of his cock. Planting his feet wide for stability on the wet floor, he pressed her back against the tiles and began a slide and grind with his hips, setting up a measured pace as if he had all the time in the world. Wanting to prolong this for as long as he could.

L’enfer, he did. The slippery slide of the wet bodies, the warm water on their heated skin, her soft whimpers and the silken grip of her pussy around his cock were all the heaven he needed. Like all his Christmases had come at once. Three years of hell, washed away with the water swirling the drain.

Her head dropped into the crook of his neck, and her thighs squeezed around his hips. “Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, Gabriel,” she huffed out. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”

“I’ve got you, Belle.” He would never stop. Fucking her. Loving her. Not for the rest of his long life. He plunged deep, bottoming out, and she let out a hoarse cry, clamping her blunt teeth on his shoulder. Pleasure ripped up his spine, tightened his balls and his whole body stiffened. He thrust in one last time, then roared his release as she milked his seed and sucked him dry.

He slumped against her, his chest heaving. “Mine,” he growled into her wet hair.

She unlatched her teeth from his shoulder. “Yours,” she whispered against his skin. “I love you. I don’t think…I ever stopped,” she said, between breaths. “When you left…I looked for you. In Paris.”

Gabriel held her tight, the warm water from the shower no match for the warmth in his chest as her words washed over him.

“I looked for you too, Belle,but you were gone.”

She snuggled into his chest. “I stayed for a month. Hoping you’d return. But you never called, or texted. Nothing. I didn’t think you were coming back. I couldn’t stay in Paris any longer. It wasn’t the same without you.” Her voice warbled a little. “We might never have reconnected had your pack not sent you to our coven.”

“Ah,bebe, I was still looking for you. I was always going to come for you one day.”

She raised her gaze, water plastering her hair to her head. “You were?”

Then the water turned cold and she squealed. Laughing, he flicked it off and carried her into the bedroom.

“I’m all wet!” she shrieked as he tossed her onto the bed.

“I hope so,” he said, grinning, as he followed her down onto the sheets. They had a lot of years to make up for. She was in hisarms again, finally, and Gabriel was not planning on wasting a single moment.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Two days later

Christmas Eve

Isobella held her breath as the shocked silence continued. Her stepmom’s face had paled and concern shimmered in her father’s eyes, the turkey, stuffing and roast vegetables forgotten. The Christmas tree lights winked on and off, cycling through the colors, tinging the room with first red, then yellow, then blue, then green. No one moved or spoke, staring at her like she’d grown another head. Or sprouted horns.

Isobella set her fork down on her plate with a clang. “I can do this. I know I can.”

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