Page 34 of The Photograph

After putting some music on, I sit next to him on the loveseat. I’m hungrier than I thought and when Gabe eats a mushroom and chicken morsel, I track the motion of his throat as he swallows.Who knew this could be so sexy?

As he’s about to eat another dumpling, I grab his wrist. “Wait.”

He stops, his fork mid-air while I shake my head, scuttle to the kitchen, and return with ketchup and mayonnaise.

After mixing the condiments on my plate, I sit on my haunches facing him, take his fork from his hand to swirl a dumpling in the pink mixture, and lift it to his mouth.

“Try it like that.”

Gabe raises a brow and slants his head back with his eyes on the fork.

Giggling, I roll my eyes. “I know it’s weird and Cara will probably disown me for doing this, but you have to try this with the dumpling.”

With his eyes never leaving mine, he opens his mouth and takes in the whole dumpling. He chews slowly, swallows while I wait for his verdict.

“So?”

His closed mouth smile is deep enough for his left dimple—deeper than the right—to show up as he leans back taking three quarters of the loveseat. “It’s good, baby.” His eyes burn into mine. “Fucking good.”

He’s not talking about food.

Feverish tingles spread all over my skin. I fork another dumpling. “Do you want another one?”

Gabe takes the plate to set it on the coffee table, grabs my waist, and plants me in his lap.God, I love how gently he uses his strength.His voice is growly. “I’m done eating.”

Yes, totally overrated.I fist his hair and plunge into his mouth. He curls his hands on my hips to pull me closer and takes over the kiss.Such an amazing kisser.

He’s hard. As he kisses my neck, I shiver while I rock against his erection. His warm palms glide up to my breasts he massages before he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. I fumble with the fastening of his jeans.Yes.I curl my fingers around his hard, velvety penis.

His eyes locked onto mine, Gabe unties my bathrobe, slides it halfway down to my elbows, ties the silken sleeves around my forearms and the belt around my wrists behind my back.

“Gabe…” I wriggle my shoulders, but I can’t free my arms. “Gabe. I want to touch you.”

He wraps his palm around my nape and says against my mouth, “Later, baby. You can play later.”

It is later.“You said—”

His tongue finds my open mouth, and I get lost in his kiss. His mouth and hands are everywhere. I shut my eyes as he suckles on my nipples, and soon, I’m just a trembling mass of sensations between his hands. When he slides a condom on, I push on my knees and touch my forehead to his to watch.This is beyond sexy.

He fists himself, rubs his penis in my wetness before he breaches inside me with the thick mushroom head. Then he grabs my waist to lower me slowly on him. At this angle I’m full and stretched.

This feels so…I close my eyes.

“Your mouth, baby.”

Yes.I open my mouth on his while he moves me up and down slowly. Up and down. Up … until I bite on his bottom lip crazed with need.

“Gabe. Gabe… Please.”

“Fuck, baby”

He slams me down his hard length. He does it again. And again, until my toes curl, and my body tautens to snapping point.

Gabe holds me still with his arm curled around my waist. “Aelin, look at me.”

On the verge of fracture, I do and tremble at the possessive ferocity of his expression.

His hold on me tightens, anchoring me to him. “Come for me, Aelin.”

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