Page 259 of Gabriel
“Cecilia …” he groans, his voice thick and strained as if he’s barely holding himself together. There’s something raw about the way he looks at me now, like I’m the only thing keeping him from unraveling.
His lips find mine again, hungry and demanding, and I meet his kiss with the same intensity, my body arching into his. I can’t think straight, can’t focus on anything but the feel of him, the way his breath hitches when I run my hands down his chest. I’m desperate—aching—for more. I need him inside of me. I need … fuck. I can’t think.
“Tell me what you need,” he growls, pulling back just enough for his dark eyes to burn into mine, the heat in his gaze making my heart race. His thumb brushes over my lower lip, and I feel like I’m coming undone under the weight of his stare.
“I need you,” I whisper, breathless, my voice barely more than a plea. I don’t recognize this version of myself—the one who’s willing to beg. But for him? For Gabriel, I’d happily get down on my knees. “Please,” I gasp. “I need you inside me.”
He growls again, low in his throat, before his hands slide down to my thighs, spreading them open, his gaze never leaving mine. “Fuck, baby,” he breathes, his chin dropping down to his chest. “We said slow but …” he curses.
My body thrums with anticipation. “I don’t want slow,” I tell him. “I want you. I want this, Gabriel. Please.”
That’s all it takes to break the last of his control.
In one swift motion, he’s baring down on me, his length lining up between my thighs, his lips crashing down on my mouth in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs. I clutch at his back, nails digging into his skin, desperate to hold on to something—anything—as he moves against me. As he sinks inch after torturous inch into my dripping entrance.
Every touch is electric, every kiss is fire, and I feel like I’m about to burst, the tension between us coiling tighter and tighter until it feels like I might snap. His name slips from my lips, a soft moan that seems to drive him wild. His hands grip my hips as he moves faster, harder, his breath hot against my ear.
I’m lost in him, completely undone, my body shaking as the pleasure builds and builds until it’s too much, until I’m falling apart beneath him all over again. My mind is spinning, my heart racing, and his name is the only thing I can think, the only word I can say.
“Gabriel!” In one perfect, overwhelming moment, I shatter.
His hands hold me steady, grounding me as the pleasure washes over me, wave after wave.
But he doesn’t stop.
He moves against me with the same intensity, his lips tracing the curve of my neck, biting down just enough to make me arch into him. The rhythm of his hips is steady, relentless, dragging me higher and higher again, even though I feel like I’ve already given him everything I have.
“Fuck,” he growls against my skin, his voice thick, almost desperate. “Cecilia … you have no idea what you do to me.”
I can barely think, let alone speak. The sound of his voice—raw, strained, full of need—pushes me toward the edge again.Oh god. I can’t. No. It’s too much.
My nails dig into his back, the ache in me building all over again until every inch of me is begging for release. I’m dizzy, lost in the feel of him, the weight of him above me, the way his body moves with mine like we were made for one another.
He lifts his head, his eyes locking with mine. His gaze is dark, intense, filled with something deeper than just lust. There’s a raw vulnerability there, a look that makes my chest tighten, my heart twist. He’s not just taking me; he’s giving himself to me, in a way I wasn’t expecting.
“I need you,” he whispers, his forehead resting against mine. “I fucking need you,mí sueña.”
The words hit me harder than they should. I don’t know if it’s the heat of the moment, the way his voice shakes, or the weight behind them, but something about the way he says it makes mefeel like I’m falling. Like this is more than just sex. More than just desire. It’s everything.
I don’t answer him with words. Instead, I pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. My hands slide up to tangle in his hair, and I kiss him like he’s the only thing keeping me anchored to the earth.
He groans into my mouth, his body tensing as he pushes harder, faster. The friction is almost too much, my body burning with the overwhelming intensity of it all, and I feel that familiar tension coil in my stomach, tighter and tighter, ready to snap.
“That’s it. One more. Give me one more, baby,” he growls against my lips as one hand slips down between my thighs. Gabriel doesn’t miss a beat as he continues to thrust into me while his fingers circle my swollen clit. And within seconds, I fall apart in his arms all over again. Completely undone.
Gabriel is right behind me, his body shuddering as he buries his nose in the crook of my neck. His breath is hot and ragged against my skin. And his hips jerk one final time before I feel the hot spurts of his release.
For a moment, the world is still. Quiet, except for the sound of our breathing, heavy and uneven. Gabriel doesn’t move at first. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stays there, his weight comforting, his arms wrapped around me like he’s afraid to let go.
I close my eyes, letting myself sink into the warmth of him, the feel of his heartbeat slowly evening out against my chest.
“That was ….” He trails off, breathing heavily.
“Yeah. It was.” There’s a smile in my voice I don’t bother to hide.
With a quick kiss, Gabriel rolls off of me, his arms taking me with him and nestling my body into his side. “Thank you,” he murmurs, voice thick with exhaustion.
“For what? The orgasm?” I tease, poking at his side.
