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“I—” I should say something. An objection or—I don’t know.
“Stop thinking,” he tells me.
Stepping away, he turns on the shower, taking a few extra seconds to adjust the water temperature until he gets it just right.
Turning back to me, he strips out of his own clothes until his body is gloriously bare, his cock already hard and jutting out from his body. My eyes greedily drink him in, and he smirks, mouth curled into an arrogant grin.
When he reaches for me again, he pulls me to my feet and hooks his fingers into the lace of my panties. There’s no hesitation as he pushes them down to pool at my feet.
“A string?” he asks, and instinctively, I clench my legs.
“Umm …”
He kisses me, his tongue and lips serving as a distraction as his free hand trails down past my tummy. He presses between my legs, and I’m about to object when he tugs on the string between my thighs, effectively pulling my tampon free.
I gasp, and he swallows the sound, discarding the tampon in the waste bin without ever pulling away.
“There,” he murmurs against my lips. “Problem solved.”
He nudges me toward the shower enclosure, his lips and hands never leaving my body as we step in. Swallowing hard, I step under the warm cascade of water.
Gabriel steps into the shower right behind me, his presence immediately overwhelming me in the small and enclosed space. A jolt of anticipation spears through me, and a twinge of self-consciousness gnaws at my gut.
Gabriel’s arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his chest. I can’t help but tense slightly, worry lingering in the back of my mind. But his touch is gentle, his lips finding the curve of my neck with a tender hunger that melts away some of the insecurities I have.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs against my skin, his words a balm to my doubts.
His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire inside me that eclipses any concerns I may have. With each caress, each kiss, he shows me just how much he craves me, period or not.
I arch into him, and he reaches down, drawing one of my legs up and over his hip.
Water cascades over our heads, and Gabriel’s dark strands stick to his forehead as he says, “You ready for me, baby?”
I nod, and he slowly guides himself into my core.
My mouth drops open as slips inside, his length stretching me more than what I’m used to.
Fuck,” he mutters, his head falling to my shoulder. “So good,” he says. “So fucking tight.”
I hiss at the intrusion, my body more sensitive than usual.
When he’s fully seated inside me, he flexes his hips, going impossibly deeper.
“Gabriel.”His name falls from my lips. A plea for him to move.
“I’ve got you,” he says.
Drawing his hips back, we both stare down at where our bodies connect. My blood stains his cock, and my eyes flick up to his face, but I don’t find disgust there like I expect. All I see is adoration in his eyes before he slides back inside me, his thrust achingly slow and gaze now locked on mine.
“Oh—” My body trembles and he does it again, drawing out each one of his thrusts.
I’ve never felt so desperate before. So needy. The way he takes me, his eyes boring into mine, his hands reverently holding my body, leaves me breathless and filled with wonder.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck,” he curses. “You take me so good.”
He kisses my lips, and I moan into his mouth. One calloused hand keeps hold of my thigh, the other grasps the side of my neck.
“More,” I plead. “Faster.”
