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“Don’t think,” he urges. “Feel.” He cups my cheek and kisses me again. “There’s nothing wrong with desire, my lamb.”
I lean into the kiss and reach out to clutch his shirt. My hips thrust against him.
I feel something hard press against my own rising cock.
I freeze and break the kiss.
“Shh,” Gabriel murmurs, trying to draw me back, but I know what I felt.
I look down, and there, between our bodies, I can see the tent in his trousers, one to match my own.
What would it feel like to have our naked cocks sliding against each other? How much better would it feel, when it isn’t my own hand I grind against?
“No,” I say, letting go of him. “No, I… I can’t. This isn’t right. Father Zachariah says?—”
“You don’t need that mockery of a‘Father,’”he replies. “You need something more.” He meets my eyes, and his are so dark and intent that I try to shrink back. “You need aDaddy. You needme.”
“I don’t!” I shout, and I shove him hard. He stumbles back a single step, but it’s enough that I can get out of his embrace, get out of his dangerous aura.
The Devil, the Devil.
“Little lamb!” Gabriel shouts. “Levi. Stop.”
I frantically pick up my empty bags and jog to the exit of the courtyard. “Leave me alone, demon! My soul isn’t for you!”
I shimmy through the opening between buildings, and I hear Gabriel call out for me. Once I’m back on the main street, his voice disappears, drowned out by the bustle of the city.
The word “Daddy” reverberates in my mind, over and over, and I hate how it makes my cock take interest.
I can’t believe I almost fell for it. The Devil dangled temptation in front of me, and I almost accepted.
I need to talk to Father Zachariah.
I need to cleanse my soul.
CHAPTER 6
GABRIEL
Me
Dinner? Ichabod misses you.
Isend the text to Dominick, smirking. I know perfectly well that he’s not a cat person, which of course means that Ichabod spends every second Dom is over trying to get into his lap.
What we need to talk about isn’t fit for public venues, though, and I vastly prefer my own orderly space to his organized chaos.
Dom
Only if you’re paying.
Me
Even better. I’m cooking. Pasta alla vodka.
Mentioning liquor of any kind should be enough to get him to agree to come over, even though we both know the alcohol will burn off during the cooking process. He knows he’ll get to “taste test” to make sure everything is up to par.
Dom
