Page 41 of Taken by Moonlight
Gabriel lowered his head to the spot where I craved him most. His tongue swept my swollen flesh as he slid his finger slowly in and out of my slick vagina, muscles squeezing against it. That seductive pleasure was an enticing torment, his mouth working dark magic on my senses. I nearly arched off the bed. The tension built higher and higher. I was reaching for it, almost there,almost...
Gabriel stopped. He lifted his head, gently stroking his finger deep inside my tight, wet pussy. "Now Peyton, sweet, do you want me inside you? Will you beg me? I need to know you wantme."
Left suspended, my body faint and aching, I choked down a disappointed sob. I couldn't resist any longer. I wanted to cry out in helpless humiliation, wanted to plead withhim.
I craved his hard shaft inside, wanted to savagely claw out his eyes for the exquisite bliss he'd denied. Gabriel had brought out my own wildside.
Then I looked into his eyes. Tenderness twined with the burning passion. Emotion clogged my throat at the longing mirroring back everything I saw there, loneliness, andhope.
I wanted him, as much as I had wanted Dante and Alex. Not merely his body, but all of him. All of us together could be something greater than we were apart, just as their packwas.
I shimmied back onto the mattress and opened my arms to him. “Takeme.”
I expected a low purr of triumph, a smug smile filled with masculine satisfaction. Yet only stark relief swept over hisface.
His swollen shaft jutting from its thick nest of dark curls. Gabriel fisted his hands, emotion flaring on his face as he crawled over the bed. I soon felt the impatient nudging of his hard sex. He eased in the slightest, but my musclesresisted.
"Relax, baby. Let me in," hecrooned.
I stared up at his fierce gaze locked to mine. He framed his face with his big hands and kissed me, tongue and lips moving over mine. I kissed him back with equaldesperation.
"Take me," he demanded in a low voice. "Take all of me, you can doit."
And as he thrust deep, I knew what he meant: I was to take him, not just his body, but all of him, the good Gabriel who fiercely protected kids and the bad boy who had killed whennecessary.
His groan was a cry from the depths of hissoul.
In silent understanding I stroked the tense muscles of his back. Gabriel raised himself up, his long hair curtaining his face as he stared down at me. His gaze was fierce and concentrated as he rocked back and forth, each delicious inch stretching meimpossibly.
He began angling his thrusts, creating a new friction, taking and giving as I took and gave. I arched my spine to the urgent rocking of hiships.
Growling, he sat back. He bent my legs, wrapping them about his waist, and began thrusting violently, breath rasping in hislungs.
"Ah, sweet Peyton, yes, come with me, come with menow!"
I shattered, the building tension exploding like a sudden summer thunderstorm. Screaming his name, I bucked hard. He cried out over and over, groaning my name. Around him, my vagina clasped him tightly, eager muscles caressed him, pulled at him, my womb drinking every droplet of hisseed.
Gabriel collapsed atop me and I welcomed his weight, stroking his perspiring and muscled back. He murmured my name over and over and he buried his head in my shoulder. Sweat coated our bodies, dampened the satin sheets, filling the air with the scent of cinnamon and muskysex.
He trembled in my arms then rolled off. We lay side by side, staring into the mirror. I saw a woman whose legs were bonelessly sprawled wide, Gabriel's seed trickling out of her pussy, his wetness upon her thighs. A woman whose body was replete with desire, gaze heavy-lidded and languorous; a woman sated with pleasure and a deeper sense ofsatisfaction.
He rolled over and captured me in his arms, tucking me into his gentle embrace. As I rested my head on his shoulder, he stroked my hair. I toyed with the silky, damp hairs on hischest.
My hand drifted lower, exploring Gabriel's body, feeling the firm muscles beneath questing fingers, the springy hair on his legs, the length of his softening sex, the sponginess of his testicles as I gently cuppedthem.
I washis.
He wasmine.
All three of themwere.
I only wished this could last more than onenight.
