Chapter 15 #2
My breath quickens as I take in the sight of him, bare-chested and powerful.
I see his phoenix tattoo up close and run my hands over it and his sculpted chest. For a moment, I’m struck by how little I truly know about this man—his past, his secrets—but none of it seems to matter.
He makes me feel safe in a way I’ve never known, like I belong to him completely.
He’s claiming me with every touch, and the intensity in his eyes tells me I’m the only one he desires, the only one he’ll ever want.
I lean in and kiss the phoenix, adding small licks, my lust raging.
As I do, his hands find my waist and pull me closer against his body. I can feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach, and my desire to have it inside me floods my mind.
I find his lips and kiss him with everything I have to offer.
All too soon, he breaks the kiss and growls softly in my ear, "Bella, I need to taste all of you." He lifts me up effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. I moan as he carries me to the bed, laying me down gently and climbing on top of me.
He takes his time, showing his devotion to me. He kisses along my jawline, working his way down my neck and toward my breasts. He teases my nipples with his tongue and gives them a slight bite, sending sparks of pleasure through my body. Just like before, I arch my back, wanting more, needing more.
He lowers his head between my thighs, and I gasp as his tongue finds my clit. The sensation is unbelievable, and I can barely take it. I grab fistfuls of the bedsheets as he explores me with his tongue.
"Shit, Gabriel. Oh, fuck," I moan, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control.
But it's no use; I'm completely at his mercy.
He gently shakes his head, the vibrations sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. My hips involuntarily buck, grinding against his face as he pushes me closer to the edge, teetering on the brink of release again.
"Don't stop, don't stop," I beg, knowing what I need—what I must have.
He doesn't, and my orgasm crashes through me like a wave. I cry out his name, my body convulsing in pure ecstasy as I feel him licking my juices, savoring his taste.
As the intense shockwaves subside, Gabriel kisses his way back up my body, stopping to kiss my sensitive breasts along the way. My heart races as I feel his hard dick pressing against my thigh.
I reach down to undo his pants, but he captures my wrists in his strong grip and pins them above my head. The feeling of being restrained sends a thrill through me. I test his grip, finding it unbreakable. "Don't move," he growls, and I feel myself grow wetter at his command.
He releases me and stands, my arms staying put, obeying their last command. Without breaking eye contact with me, he unbuckles his belt and then the top button of his pants. The weight of the belt causes them to drop fast to the ground. I look him up and down as he removes his boxer briefs.
My eyes widen to see him fully erect and on display. I can't look away from the sight of him—hard, powerful. His broad shoulders, chiseled chest, tattoos, and a six-pack that seems to go on forever—and he's entirely mine for the night.
I can see a drop of precum on the tip of his firm cock, announcing his desire to be inside me. My chest goes tight at the sight of how large he is, and I feel my body responding, growing ready and wet to fully take in something so big.
Gabriel watches me for a moment, his dark eyes filled with intensity, hunger, and lust. He climbs back on top of me and moves my legs to be between his, his cock just outside my entrance.
He takes his left hand and re-pins my hands, only this time it's much tighter.
I couldn't move them even if I wanted to.
He thrusts forward and slides his tip up and down my vagina, teasing me. I shake with pleasure and move my hips, hoping to catch him, forcing him inside me.
"Tell me you're mine," Gabriel demands. "That you belong to me," he says with his hand wrapping gently around my throat. The pressure isn't uncomfortable, but it leaves no doubt who's in control.
"I'm yours," I gasp, surprised by how much I mean it.
"That's a good girl."
I lift my head so that my lips are inches from his ear and whisper, "Now show me what it's like to be owned by you."
With that, he enters me in one smooth thrust, filling me completely. I moan at the sudden fullness, my body stretching to accommodate him. He starts to move, his rhythm slow and steady, building me up. My arms go to grab him, but I can't lift them from over my head; he won't allow me.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him into me, wanting to feel every inch, wanting to feel him deep inside me.
He begins to quicken his pace, his thrusts intensifying.
I'm lost in the sensation of him moving within me, the connection between us more than I ever could have imagined. It's wrong, I know, and maybe that's why it feels so deliciously amazing. In this moment, there's only Gabriel and the intense pleasure he's giving me.
"Oh my God, Gabriel!" I scream, my voice raw and dripping with desire. He looks into my eyes and smiles as he continues to thrust harder and harder into me. Beads of sweat form on his brow as he works me and stretches me in ways I never thought possible.
I feel myself getting close and tightening around his cock as he slides in and out.
I hear his grunts growing louder and smile, knowing my body is giving him the same pleasure he's giving me.
"I'm going to come," I yell, unable to contain the levels of my voice.
Just as I'm about to climax, he stops, pulls out, and flips me over onto all fours.
His hand comes down hard on my ass. The sting is shocking but arousing. "Again," I plead, shocking myself with my own desperation.
He gives me one more slap before sliding back into me, and it feels like his cock fills me even more than before. He reaches for my hair and grabs it while he slams into me, my body shaking with pure bliss. He forces my head down, and I arch my back to keep him inside me.
He growls with intensity as he fucks me. My head is buried in the sheets. His free hand grips my ass, his thumb teasing my other hole.
I feel my orgasm rising, starting at my feet and working its way up. With each forceful thrust, Gabriel sends me closer and closer to the edge.
In this position, I truly feel what it's like to be owned by him.
My body tenses and explodes like nothing I've ever felt before.
"Gabriel!" I scream into the bedsheets.
He sends me spiraling over the edge, my body shattering into a million pieces. He continues his thrusting as I shake and ride my orgasm as much as the universe will allow.
As I come back down, Gabriel's cock feels harder, fuller, and I know he's close. I push into him as he thrusts one final time. I feel him shaking as he comes, and he falls on top of me.
He rolls to the side, and we lay there for a moment, both of us trying to catch our breath.
"Oh, Bella," he says, laughing with joy, "you're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted."
My eyes are still closed when he speaks as I'm trying to recover from the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.
Hell, I didn't even think what I'm feeling was possible.
I open my eyes and brush the matted hair out of my face. After a few moments, I find the strength to prop myself up.
As reality begins to seep back in, I realize the gravity of what I've done. I feel like I've just betrayed my mission, the FBI, my partner's memory, and my own moral compass.
But looking over at Gabriel, I can't bring myself to regret it.