Chapter 14 #2
If she had the breath, then she would tell him she would never dream of such a thing. Not when she had needed his attention for so long.
Gabriel kissed her again. It was a long, languid thing. A kiss that showed attentiveness, that made her arch into him.
“I only want to make you feel good.”
He trailed more kisses past the corner of her lips, over the soft curve of her jaw, and then down her neck.
Sibyl let out a soft moan as he nipped her neck. The bite was not hard enough to leave a mark, but prominent enough that she felt it searing through her body.
“You have been through so much,” he muttered against her skin.
Her breath caught as his hand settled on her thigh. It wasn’t a touch she wanted to shy away from. If anything, her legs parted.
“And you, my dear Duchess,” he continued, pressing closer, “deserve everything pleasurable and good in life. I intend to give you everything you have missed out on. Let me show you how good touch can be.”
“Please,” she whispered, still trying to arch into him.
There was not one ounce of fear within her, not as his hands slid up her body to cup her breasts. He tugged down her bodice, glancing up at her long enough to receive her assent.
But then he didn’t look away, not as he leaned in to wrap his lips around her left nipple. His eyes were dark, and when he lowered his hips between her legs, she could feel his erection pressing against her.
Sibyl gasped as he sucked hard and swirled his tongue around her nipple.
“Heavens, your body is sinful,” Gabriel groaned.
He didn’t stop his ministrations, his mouth barely detaching from her breast, not until he switched to the right one. He lavished it with just as much attention until her hips were bucking, seeking relief from the building pressure.
As he licked and sucked, his hands wandered further, smoothing up her thighs until her skirts were bunched up around her hips, baring her skin. He sank to his knees in front of her, and she pushed herself up on her elbows, confused.
“Wh-What are you doing?” she asked, her voice hitching as his face lowered between her legs.
He kissed her mound, and she jolted.
“You have had a child.” Gabriel frowned. “Your husband never explored you with his tongue?”
“I can absolutely tell you that he did not,” Sibyl huffed, blushing.
Seeing him from such an angle made her stomach flutter. Her heart raced, but for once it was not from panic or nerves. It was sheer sexual anticipation.
“No?”
“He only touched me once,” Sibyl admitted. “Long enough to consummate our marriage. It was short, not at all sweet, and I was very underwhelmed. And he most definitely did not put his mouth… there.”
Gabriel muttered a dark curse, pressing his forehead to her inner thigh.
“Heavens, Sibyl. No man should ever leave you feeling unsatisfied and underwhelmed. I want to make you tremble with pleasure. I want to make you feel so good that you cannot stop waiting for the next time. I want to make you dream of me pleasuring you, educate you on sex, and how a man’s touch should feel.
I will take my time enjoying you, Sibyl, if you will let me. ”
Sibyl nodded, biting her lip.
“Words, Sibyl,” he urged.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
“More,” he growled.
“Pleasure me,” she pleaded. “I want your mouth on me, Gabriel. Heavens, I want to feel your tongue there.”
“You beg so beautifully,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I do not know how any man has not been utterly obsessed with your thighs. I wish to drown in them—drown in you.”
“Then please,” she moaned, her mind spiraling.
Gabriel smirked before finally diving between her legs.
She jolted at the feel of his warm mouth on her, already sensitive and ready. She could feel arousal pooling between her legs and his tongue lapping it up.
The air grew thicker the longer he licked up her folds. Her hands slid up his neck, nails scratching lightly as she buried them in his hair.
She pulled him closer, finding that although this was a new sensation, her body knew what to do. Her hips ground against his face, her moans coming out breathy.
“Keep making noises for me,” Gabriel murmured against her. “You sound heavenly, Sibyl. Let me hear you.”
Sibyl lost herself even further at the praise, especially when his hands dragged up and down her thighs, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She shivered at the contact, at the way he was spreading her open for better access.
He plunged his tongue deeper into her, curling the tip, drinking up her arousal. Sibyl clenched her fingers in his hair, gasping with pleasure.
He was right; sex had never felt like this before.
Her head spun, and she could sense her orgasm approaching, unsure if she would be able to keep quiet through it.
Everything was sheer pleasure. Her thighs trembled, and Gabriel nodded as if in encouragement. He grabbed her legs and pulled them over his shoulders. Her shoes slipped off, clattering to the floor, but neither of them stopped.
If anything, Gabriel only met her gaze and sucked on her folds harder. His lashes fluttered, his breathing ragged through his nose as he drove her closer to her peak.
“Gabriel,” Sibyl moaned. “Gabriel… Gabriel!”
“Come for me,” he muttered against her skin.
He bit her inner thigh, and the sting of it only heightened her pleasure.
Now that was a place to leave a mark
“Please,” she begged. “Please, please—”
He was giving her everything, and she was teetering on the edge, her body shaking violently as his eager mouth worshipped her.
And then she climaxed, release coming in a violent wave of shudders like she had never felt before. Her cries came out hoarse, and her legs slipped off Gabriel’s shoulders.
Her whole body went limp, her eyes closing as her orgasm ebbed.
Gabriel sucked on her, licking lightly, until she stopped trembling. Until she was too sensitive to take more.
He pulled back, his lips glistening with her essence, and smirked at her. “Well? Are you underwhelmed?”
You know full well that I am positively overwhelmed.
But she was too overwhelmed with pleasure to even try to form the words.
Instead, she shook her head, the afterglow of her orgasm making her giggle and pull him close to kiss him. As he leaned in, she once again felt his erection and went to reach for it.
“No,” he chuckled. “This was about you.”
Sibyl pouted up at him, and he kissed her forehead.
“Trust me,” he added. “I have more than enough thoughts to take care of myself until we are ready to go further.”
Sibyl made a soft noise of protest.
“Shall I take you home, Sibyl?” Gabriel asked, half slumped with her on the leather armchair.
Sibyl nodded.
He laughed softly, stroking his thumb along her cheek. “What? Have you lost your voice?”
“It seems you have completely stolen my ability to think and speak,” she answered, still trying to catch her breath.
“And move?” he teased, stepping back.
Sibyl felt as though she could not stand without toppling over. Barely suppressing a giggle, she shook her head.
Heavens, she felt foolish and giddy. She had never felt anything like that before, especially not with her husband smirking down at her as though proud of himself for causing such a state.
Heavens, I want this giggling silliness to last forever.
He held out a hand to help her up. Her legs did indeed buckle, and Gabriel let out a throaty laugh, catching her around the waist. He adjusted her skirts so they fell correctly and then tugged up her neckline to cover her breasts.
With careful, gentle hands, he fixed the opals in her hair, taking a moment to tuck an errant strand behind her ear.
His mouth opened as if to say something, but in the end, he only nodded and stepped back.
“Wait,” Sibyl said before he made for the door. “Let me…” she trailed off, her hands eagerly reaching for his dark waves again.
She had mussed it thoroughly in the throes of passion, but she could not resist another chance to just run her fingers through it once more. She did not know if he would lower his defenses and give her another chance like this, but she hastily pushed that worry away.
Gabriel gave her a strange smile while she looked up at him, pleased with herself.
“Now we are ready,” she declared.
They left the room, and Gabriel hesitated just outside the ballroom. “Do you wish to say goodbye to your parents?”
Sibyl couldn’t shake her head quickly enough. “Alicia, perhaps, but…”
She poked her head around the door, finding Alicia locked in a fierce stand-off with yet another suitor. She hummed, knowing her sister could stand her ground.
“We can leave,” she decided.
Gabriel offered his arm, and they made their way to their carriage.