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“Yes,” Gabriel answers without hesitation. “In the worst way.”
“How so?” One finger enters me as his eyes focus on mine.
“There isn’t a thought in my head that doesn’t start andend with you,” he says honestly as another finger enters me and works effortlessly to torture me in the best way possible.
“Oh…” is all I can say as my core begins to tighten again.
He adds a third, and I mewl into his chest as the water runs over us both.
“Like, right now, all the beast inside me wants to do is taste this tight little cunt.”
“So then,” I moan. “Do it.”Please, please, do it,I silently beg.
Gabriel growls in response, seating me on the shower bench. He drops to his knees as water sprays down on my chest and his fingers continue their assault on my clenching pussy.
“You’re dangerous because the pain I crave, you crave it too.” He takes small bites as he works his way up my thighs, taking the time to pay attention to both legs, and the closer he gets to my center the harder he bites and I want it.I want it to hurt. What is wrong with me?
“I’m never not thinking of burying some part of me inside you,” Gabriel growls, pushing my legs wide. “This pussy calls to me. It begs for me.” He licks a firm trail up my slit.
My back arches so fast I nearly fall off the bench but he’s there, wrapping his arms under my thighs and pulling me to him so only his face is my seat, and then he’s making a meal of me, trading between suctioning his lips around my clit and fucking me with an expert tongue.
“Mmm,” he groans into me. My whole body quivers with the vibration of his mouth on me.
“You’re my favorite fucking flavor, Brinley Rose.” Gabriel makes it his mission to prove his words.
I don’t stand a chance. He pulls me even closer, and I give in. He spreads my thighs wide and loses himself to me, sucking my clit into his mouth, like a man starved.
I look down at this intimidating viking of a man between my thighs and my insides churn with raw desire at the sight. Every part of me feels like it’s on sensory overdrive. Gabriel works his tongue with perfect pace and pressure. He lifts my legs up over his shoulders and strokes my thigh with one hand as he adds two fingers to my needy pussy. Only moments pass before I feel myself starting to lose control.
“Fuck, Brin, you taste so fucking good. Open your eyes and look at me while I make you come.”
I do as he says, tipping my head up and forcing my eyes to his. My legs shake, my cries grow louder but he never stops and before I realize what’s happening I’m coming over his face shamelessly. Calling his name out, rocking my hips into him, taking what I need, whatever feels good without thought. Something I’ve rarely done with any man.
The thing is, Gabriel doesn’t make me feel self-conscious, he makes me feel beautiful, encouraging me to let go, encouraging me to be me, whoever that is.
“Yes,” I cry. I begin to mumble incoherent things as he doesn’t let up on my still so sensitive clit and it wrenches a second orgasm from me in mere moments.
I think I’m yellingmore, please, Gabriel, pleaseas he holds me tight, taking over my being, making the choice for me. All I can think is,God, if I remember any one feeling for the rest of my life, please, let it be this, falling apart with Gabriel Wolfe between my thighs.
Chapter 32
Gabriel
I shut the water off as she comes down from the high of her orgasm and the water runs cold over my back. Cracking the shower door, I slip a thick towel around Brinley’s shoulders then wrap one around my own waist.
Brinley’s room is dark and quiet when we enter. She shivers as she sits down on the bed. Picking up my T-shirt, she tosses it over her head and reaches into a drawer, pulling out a pair of panties that look like little shorts. They cover only about a third of her perfect ass, and unbelievably I’m already thinking of taking her again.
“You look dangerous in my shirt.”
“It’s warm and I want to study the ink on your skin without one.”
I raise an eyebrow. “If you’re going to study me, I’m gonna need a drink.”
“All I have is my father’s old bourbon collection. It’s still locked in the cabinet in the den. Two rooms down.”
I nod. I noticed the space earlier but there’s no need to remind her I memorized every step of this place during my search for her.
“He saved it in that dark room for a special occasion and never even opened it,” she says as I make my way out of the room.
