Chapter 17 #2
My eyes flit back to where he looms above me on his knees.
He reaches behind his back and peels off his black shirt.
I realize I haven’t seen him fully before and what I see has my core clenching.
He’s broad and muscular with black ink covering almost every inch of exposed skin.
He’s pale, making the dark designs stand out even more.
They seem to be a mix of roses and demons, but my eyes are struggling to take it all in. He’s breathtaking.
“I can buy a new fucking clothing rack,” he grits out as his hands fall to his belt, swiftly undoing the buckle and pulling down the zipper. “Right now, nothing is stopping me from claiming you.”
He slides down his pants and briefs in one swift motion, allowing his hard length to spring free.
My body reacts instinctively to the sight of his hard, pierced cock.
My back bows off the floor as I croon with need.
A bead of precum drips from his tip, and I desperately want to lick it off and taste him again.
I lick my lips, thinking about his silk smooth length against my tongue.
He chuckles as he pumps his cock in his hand.
As if he can read my mind he tells me, “As much as I’d like to have those plump lips wrapped around me again, I told you that you’d be coming on my cock tonight.
” He bends over me as he speaks, pulling my bra down all the way to expose both my breasts.
He flicks one, then the second nipple with his tongue. “And I keep my promises, Princess.”
The metal at the top of his dick is cool compared to my heated core as he rubs against me.
I’m delirious with need, panting in desperation as he licks and sucks at my tender breasts.
I need more. I need him to be closer. I thread my fingers through his silky black hair and pull him down to meet my mouth.
He pushes his tongue inside my mouth, letting it twist and tangle with my own.
I groan into his mouth as the tip of his hardness slides inside my drenched opening, just a tiny bit, just for a moment.
“More,” I pant out as he pulls back and repositions on his knees.
The growl that rumbles from his chest is deep and dark. I melt at the sound of his desire. His fingers dig into the tender flesh of my legs as he pulls me up, positioning his cock right at the opening of my pussy.
“You want this?” he teases as he pushes in slightly. My walls clench, trying to suck him in deeper, but he pulls back. “Want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”
I whimper, unable to hold back. “Please, Gabriel. I need you.”
His eyes widen slightly as a fire lights in his icy gaze at my words.
My need seems to send him over the edge.
He punches his hips forward, thrusting deeply inside me.
I cry out as the sting of his thickness rips me open.
Everything about this man is dangerous—he’s tearing me apart piece by piece, breaking down every carefully constructed wall I’ve built, until I’m bare and open before him.
“Fuck, Princess,” he grits out from between clenched teeth. “You feel so fucking good.”
I can’t respond, can’t speak, all my mind is able to manage is a roll of my hips, my body begging for more.
He immediately responds, pulling back and plunging in again, and again, and again.
Each thrust is harsher, deeper, wilder. His fingers grip my hips, no doubt leaving bruises as he ruts into me like a man possessed.
I’m completely at his mercy, letting him lead me toward pleasurable destruction.
“Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel.” His name rolls off my lips like a prayer.
“Come. On. My. Cock.” Each word is punctuated by a sharp thrust of his hips.
I’ve never had sex like this before. It’s wild, untamed, and utterly intoxicating.
It’s as if my entire body and soul are being tightly constricted and consumed while my mind is empty, free, weightless.
His piercing scrapes against my inner walls as he pistons in and out of me.
I can’t stop the cascading waves of electrical pleasure that begin to shoot through me.
My mind goes blank and my eyes close as my orgasm builds.
“No!” Gabriel roars as his thrusts become stuttered and uncontrolled. “Eyes on me!”
My eyes snap open, staring into his as I come undone. My body bows as my muscles contract in ecstasy. Wave after wave of pulsing pleasure sear through me and a scream leaves my lips.
“So fucking beautiful,” Gabriel’s grunts before he follows me off the cliff of release. Rope after rope of warmth sprays against my walls, coating me in his cum. His roar of pleasure echoes around us as he finishes.
One, two, three, four, five.
I count my breaths in. Then out. Trying desperately to regulate my breathing and calm my racing heart. Gabriel’s heaving form has collapsed on top of me, his back rising and falling with each choked inhale.
“Ali,” he whispers into my hair slightly. “I’m obsessed with you.”
I don’t answer him, can’t answer him. But the truth hangs heavy between us—I’m utterly obsessed with him as well. That truth is as terrifying as it is comforting.