Page 44 of The Replay
“We … we should go upstairs,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, my cheeks flaming.
Gabriel blinks, processing my words, then a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. “Yeah, we should,” he murmurs, his hands sliding to my waist. He lifts me off his lap, standing and pulling me with him.
“Let’s get out of here before someone walks in,” he adds, his voice low and rough with desire.
I don’t argue. My heart’s still racing, my body thrumming with the need for more.
The second we’re locked behind his bedroom door, something snaps inside Gabriel.
He spins me around, pressing me up against the cool wood, his body flush against mine. His hands grip my hips, firm and unyielding, and his lips are back on mine, kissing me with a hunger that steals the breath right from my lungs. There’s no hesitation, no gentleness—just raw need. His urgency is all-consuming and desperate, the heat of his body searing through my clothes.
The tension that’s been building between us finally snaps, and it’s like a dam breaking, all of that frustration pouring into the way he touches me.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls against my lips, his breath hot and ragged as his fingers slip beneath my sweater, pushing it up over my head. The material hits the floor, forgotten, and his hands are everywhere—roaming over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He’s rougher than usual, and I feel it in every touch, every graze of his fingertips, as if he’s no longer treating me with kid gloves.
Every brush of his hands against my skin feels electric, each touch sending shivers straight to my core.
I shudder under his touch, my heart pounding in my chest. He’s overwhelming in the best way, his body, his presence, all-consuming. There’s an intensity I haven’t felt from him before, something raw, unchecked, like he’s done holding back.
I can feel his heartbeat hammering in sync with mine, the heat rolling off him in waves. I reach for his shirt, tugging at the hem, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
Gabriel rips his shirt off, the movement quick and rough, like he can’t stand the distance between us for a second more.
And then he’s on me again, his hands cupping my face as his mouth moves against mine. I sink into it, into him, my fingersdigging into the hard lines of his shoulders as I arch into his touch, needing more.
Gabriel’s hands slide down my sides, gripping the waistband of my jeans. With a quick flick, he unbuttons them, pushing them down over my hips in one swift motion. I kick them off, my skin already buzzing with anticipation. But the way he moves, there’s no softness, only possessiveness—like I’m something he needs to claim and mark.
He pulls back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark, filled with raw desire. “God. You’re perfect,” he whispers, his voice thick with hunger, almost reverent, like he’s seeing me for the first time. His fingers trace the edge of my panties, teasing, and I gasp, my body arching toward him.
“Gabriel,” I sigh, my voice breathy.
He smirks, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “Tell me what you need, baby.” His voice is a low growl, his breath hot against my ear as his fingers dip lower, teasing me through the fabric.
“I need you,” I gasp, my hands clutching at his arms, my short nails digging into his skin. “I need more.”
His grip tightens on my hips, the bruising pressure unmistakable, but I don’t care. I want this side of him.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his lips trailing down the column of my throat, kissing, biting, sucking, until my head falls back against the door, a moan slipping from my lips. His teeth scrape against my skin, rougher than before, and it sends a spark of heat straight to my core.
With one swift motion, he yanks my panties down, tossing them aside, and then his fingers are on me, sliding between my thighs, teasing the heat of my core. I’m trembling, my breath coming in quick bursts as his fingers find the slickness between my legs. I whimper. His touch sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his breath hot against my skin. “This all for me?”
I can barely respond, my breath coming in short gasps as his fingers work me into a frenzy, each stroke pulling me closer and closer to the edge. My legs feel weak, my body shaking, but Gabriel’s there, his other arm wrapped around my waist, holding me steady. His grip is firm, controlling, and I’m at his mercy, falling apart under his touch.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely more than a whisper. “I need you, Gabriel.
His eyes darken, something dangerous flickering in their depths, and in one swift movement, he lifts me off the ground, carrying me like I weigh nothing.
My back hits the mattress, and he’s over me, his lips devouring mine. His hands are everywhere, rough and demanding, and I can feel the hardness of him pressing against me, thick and ready between the material of his jeans.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough, his lips bruising.
“I’m yours,” I breathe, arching up into him, my hands fisting in his hair. “I’ve always been yours.”
That’s all it takes.
Gabriel shoves down his jeans and underwear before positioning himself between my thighs. His movements are rough, impatient, as if he can’t stand the wait any longer. “You want me to fuck you?” he asks.
