Page 33 of The Photograph

“Are you going to come for me again, baby?”

All I can do is nod as he hooks his hands around my shoulders and holds me in place to take him.

“Look at me, Aelin.”

I open my eyes I didn’t realize I had shut.

“Let me feel you come for me.”

Taking my mouth in a dizzying kiss, he thrusts faster. Heavier.

An inferno curls my toes and spirals up my legs, I claw at his back.I want to absorb him inside me. I want…

My orgasm whiplashes and takes over me so violently, I lose my breath. When I open my eyes, Gabe’s face is twisted in pleasure and another wave crashes over me.

Out of breath, I grip Gabe’s hair and whimper against his mouth.Oh, my God. Gabe.

When he sweeps his thumbs on my temples and frowns, I realize I’m crying.

His words fan on my lips. “Did I hurt you, baby?”

Grinning, I peck his mouth while more tears roll down to my ears. “No. No, you were perfect. Absolutely perfect. Thank you.”

Then I kiss him like I’ve never kissed anyone before him.

When our mouths separate, he pecks my nose. “Give me a second, baby.”

When Gabe withdraws slowly from my body, I gasp. He gets up to get rid of the condom in the bathroom, and I roll on my side to watch his muscular butt and legs.

Now that we’ve had the most unbelievably glorious sex, I should tell him. My heart triple jumps. What will he say?

He walks back into the room. And wow. He’s … more everything than I imagined. He stalks back to the bed in a powerful gait and my gaze drops to his sex, long and thick even in repose.

As he bends down, I reach up for a kiss and giggle when he hoists me out of the bed to set me on my feet before him. I roll on my toes to wrap my arms around his neck and shiver when his warm palms slide up my back.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

I want more of you.I kiss his jaw, his sensual mouth. “Fantastic, marvelous.”

He smiles as he cups my nape while his palm strokes my butt cheek and squeezes. “Here. How are you feeling here?”

My face gets warm, and I grin. “I’m … uh … a little tender.”

He bites on my bottom lip. A gentle nibble but sharp enough to bring on a shiver. “I’m going to have you again.”

I tighten my arms around his neck. “When?”

His low chuckle crinkles the corner of his eyes. “We need to eat first.”

Food is overrated.Staring at his lips, I lick my own. “Mm hmm.”

“Baby?”

I lift my eyes to his. “Mm?”

Gabe’s gaze darkens, and he presses his thumb on my lower lip. “Let’s have something to eat.” After planting a short kiss on my lips, he slips on his jeans while I wrap myself in my bathrobe.

We make our way to the kitchen where I slice the roast and make Gabe a sandwich he devours while I reheat the dumplings. Once they’re ready, we settle on the sofa, and I set the untouched decanter and two glasses on the coffee table of the small library room.

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