Page 50 of Drag You Down
The words send butterflies fluttering through my stomach. I should protest, refute the words, remind myself that I’m still not sure he’s not of the Devil after all.
Instead, the wordminegoes straight to my cock, and I bite my lip to hold back a whimper.
His mouth moves from my thigh to the tip of my cock, and I suddenly have an embarrassing vision of spending too early and ruining the entire moment. I clutch the sheets, whimpering, as his warm tongue swirls around the tip.
I have never felt anything like this. My hand had no way to replicate the sensation of another person doing this for me, another person willing to get their mouth on my cock and kiss it and lick it andworship it.
Because that’s what he’s doing.
It isn’t a simple debasement. Gabriel gets my cock wet and blows across the slick skin, sending cool gusts of pleasure through me. I draw my thighs together, but he holds them down and kisses, licks, sucks all in concert, driving me out of my mind.
I bite my lip to stop myself from making any embarrassing noises, but a small groan escapes despite myself.
Gabriel sits up and meets my gaze. “You can be as loud as you want, my lamb. The walls are very soundproof.”
Even accepting pleasure is difficult enough as it is. I’m so used to being as quiet as I can, to avoiding letting anyone knowwhat I’m doing, that the idea of adding noises to it makes it even more daunting. I quickly shake my head.
Gabriel smiles and takes my cock in his hand, squeezing gently. “I won’t continue until I hear your beautiful voice.”
“I don’t think I can,” I whisper, blinking back tears at the idea of this wonderful moment coming to a close — at the knowledge that once it ends, that’s it. It’s done. No matter what he says, this has to be a one-time thing. I’ll return to Father Zachariah and pretend this never happened.
“That sounds like a challenge.” Gabriel sits up, and I watch as he undoes his belt and lowers his pants and underwear.
I choke back a cry when I see his cock.
It’s solarge, nestled in a thick patch of hair. His legs are as hairy as his chest, none of which I would have guessed from his clean shaved face.
Gabriel discards the rest of his clothes and crawls back toward me, lying almost entirely on top of me. I’m surrounded by his warmth.
The heat of Hell?—
Or the warmth of Heaven.
“Shh. There’s no need to hold back with me,” Gabriel murmurs, kissing my jaw.
His erection rubs against mine, and I almost come from that sensation alone. All of this is so much better than my hand could ever be, than the sensation of rubbing against my scratchy sheets.
“I’m afraid,” I admit, my anxiety ratcheting up as I make the confession.
Gabriel’s movements still. “Of me?”
“No,” I say, and it isn’t until I utter the word that I realize it’s true.
I’m not afraid of him.
I’m afraid of temptation.
I’m afraid of what this means for me.
I’m afraid of this pleasure, of knowing I’ll never feel it again.
Gabriel presses another kiss to my lips. “Whatever it is, I’ll get you through it. Nobody will ever hurt you again, little lamb. You’re mine, now. My boy.”
My insistence to myself that this is a one-time thing, that it’ll last no longer than today, falters as I realize he means it.
He’s claimed me as thoroughly as if I’ve chosen to steep my life in sin.
Worse,I want it. I want him to get me through this with as much patience and care as he’s been showing. I want to be safe and protected.
