Page 98 of The Striker
“Come on, Cecilia,” he encourages.
My hips jerk forward to meet his, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I slide my hands to Gabriel’sshoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I teeter on the edge of ecstasy.
“Come on my cock, baby.” His words, his touch, his relentless rhythm all push me closer to the brink. With each thrust, the tension builds, my body coiling tighter and tighter until I’m on the precipice of release.
And then it hits me.
A surge of pleasure crashes over me. My back arches, and my mouth falls open in a silent scream as waves of pleasure consume me from head to toe.
Gabriel’s eyes never leave mine, capturing the raw intensity of the moment as my body trembles with my release.
His own breaths come ragged and heavy, matching the erratic pace of my heartbeat.
“Oh, fuck.”
As the fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids, Gabriel’s arms wrap around me, holding me close as I ride out the storm.
When I come down, he quickens his pace. His movements become more urgent as he chases his own release, and I watch him intently through hooded eyes.
My breath catches in my throat, and I get lost in the raw intensity in his gaze. The sheer possessiveness he doesn’t bother to mask.
Gabriel’s brows furrow in concentration, his lips parting slightly.
I lean forward and kiss him. My teeth tugging at his full bottom lip.
He groans into my mouth.
I can feel the tension building in his muscles. His body coils like a tightly wound spring on the verge of snapping.
His rhythm becomes more erratic as he inches closer to the edge. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer, urging him on as I revel in the feeling of his slick body against mine.
“Fuck.” With a guttural groan, Gabriel finds his release, his body shuddering against mine as he empties himself inside me.
I hold him close, feeling the warmth of his breath against my skin.
The water continues to fall around us, the enclosure thick with steam. After several long seconds, Gabriel releases my thigh, lowering my leg until it touches the warm tile and I’m able to stand on my own two feet.
In this moment, it’s as if time stands still. All that exists is the two of us, lost in our own blissful oblivion.
But there’s a warning in the back of my mind reminding me that like all good things, this too will eventually come to an end.
Only, I realize, I don’t want it to.
29GABRIEL
Cecilia puts on a clean pair of panties and reaches in her bag for a sleep shirt, but before she has the chance to pull it on, I pluck the offending fabric from her fingertips and replace it with my own.
“Here,” I tell her.
Smirking while cocking her head to the side, she doesn’t comment as she tugs my shirt over her head. The hem falls to the tops of her thighs, and I can’t help but feel a surge of possessiveness seeing her wear my shirt.
Almost like she isn’t aware she’s doing it, I catch Cecilia tugging up on the collar, scenting my shirt. Her breath is deep, her sigh content.
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. “Do you like how I smell?” I tease, catching her off guard.
Her cheeks flush a delicate pink, and she quickly drops her hand, attempting to play it off. “I was just?—”
But before she can finish her sentence, I pull her close, pressing my lips to hers in a heated kiss, effectively distracting her from any further explanation.
