Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
Gabriel
The door slams shut behind us, the sound echoing through the space like a final decision. There’s no turning back now.
Erin stands just a few feet away, her chest rising and falling a little too fast, like she’s trying to hold herself together. But I see it—the heat in her eyes, the tension in her body. The way she shifts on her feet like she’s waiting for something.
Like she’s waiting for me.
I take a slow step toward her, letting the moment stretch thick and charged. The air between us is heavy, with everything unsaid, everything we’ve been holding back since the second we met.
Her lips part, a breath escaping, but she doesn’t move away.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks, quiet and unsteady.
I tilt my head, my lips curving into something dark, something that makes her shiver. “Like what?”
“Like you’re about to do something.” She swallows hard. “Something that… matters.”
A low chuckle rumbles in my chest, but there’s nothing light about it. “Maybe I am.”
Her breath catches, and I don’t miss the way her gaze flickers to my mouth for a split second before snapping back to my eyes.
That’s all the invitation I need.
I close the distance between us in a heartbeat, one hand sliding around the back of her neck, my fingers threading into her hair, tilting her head up to me. She gasps just a little, just enough to make me want to devour her whole.
Then I do.
Our mouths crash together, fire and need and something deeper all tangled into one. She doesn’t hesitate—her hands are on my chest, gripping my shirt like she’s holding on for dear life. Like she wants to pull me even closer.
Easy, florecilla. I’m not going anywhere.
I kiss her harder, drinking in the way she responds, the way her body melts against mine. My free hand trails down her back, tracing every curve and every soft dip that I want to memorize. She arches into me, pressing against my chest, and fuck—I feel it everywhere.
She’s warm. She’s perfect. She’s mine.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, a soft moan slipping past her lips, and it does something dangerous to me. My grip tightens on her waist, my body pressing her back until she’s against the wall, caging her in. I’m not holding her down—I’m giving her a choice.
She could push me away.
But she doesn’t.
Instead, she tilts her head, giving me more access. Her fingers thread into my hair, tugging me closer.
“Gabriel,” she breathes, my name like a prayer against my lips.
I rest my forehead against hers, my breath coming fast, my control hanging by a thread.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur, daring her, my fingers tracing the sensitive skin at the base of her neck.
She exhales shakily, her grip on me tightening. “I won’t.”
That’s it.
I capture her mouth again, slower this time, savoring the way she gives in to me, the way she sighs when my hand slides beneath her sweater, fingertips ghosting over bare skin. She shudders, her body trembling against mine, and it sends a thrill through my veins.
I want to wreck her. I want to make her come undone, make her forget every single thing except the way she feels in my arms.
But not tonight.
I pull back slightly, my lips still brushing against hers. She looks up at me, dazed, lips swollen, her breath uneven. My thumb traces the curve of her jaw, and for a moment, I just look at her.
Beautiful.
Mine.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” I murmur, my voice low and rough.
She swallows hard, her fingers still tangled in my shirt. She should be scared of that statement. But she isn’t.
She leans into me again, her lips hovering just over mine.
“Then show me.”
Fuck.
I kiss her once more, deep and slow, letting her feel just how much I want her. Letting her know this isn’t some passing thing.
I’m not going anywhere.
And neither is she.
This isn’t the ending of Erin and Gabriel’s story, just the beginning.
Want to know more about the Posadas?
Read Fated, Elena (Gabriel’s sister) and Cardan Malone.