Chapter Sixteen #2
I grab one of his hands and wrap mine around it. “Thank you for letting me in.”
He lets out a shaky breath. “I have to admit… it feels good to let someone in. It makes my shoulders not feel as heavy.”
“That’s good.” I study his strong, large hand.
“You like what you see?”
With a flush, I let him go.
Gabriel chuckles and pulls me onto his lap. “I like that you can still blush after everything I’ve done to you.” He nips at my neck, making me arch into him. “There’s still so much more I can show you.”
“Like what?”
He sets me on top of the piano and shoves my silk nightgown up.
The groan that escapes him sends a flare of arousal through me.
“Your pretty pussy is always ready for me, isn’t it?
” He parts my legs wide. In this large ballroom with just the two of us, I feel even more on display than I’ve ever been.
Gabriel nibbles at my inner thigh before licking over my folds. I moan. My hands slam against the piano to steady myself.
“I could eat you out forever,” he says darkly. His tongue finds my nub and flicks and licks it.
“Gabriel,” I sigh. “Please.”
“You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you baby?”
I moan when his tongue enters deep inside of me. All the energy leaves me and I slump against the piano, unable to hold myself up. Gabriel has his way with my body, drawing my pleasure right out of me.
He licks me harder and harder and harder. My hips arch up, needing more. Always more. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this.
Just as I’m close to my orgasm, Gabriel pulls back and unzips his pants, pulling his large cock out. “Come here.”
My body lights on fire as he grabs my waist and brings me to his lap. We both moan as he lowers me onto his length. The moment his erection is deep inside me, I can barely think. Barely even breathe.
Gabriel is strong as he holds my hips, rocking me up and down on his cock. “Your pretty pussy needs my cock inside of it.”
I cling to his shoulders for strength. I think I might fall over and die from the pleasure of it all. “Gabriel. Gabriel!”
“God, I love hearing you call out my name,” he says against my neck. His hot breath tickles my skin there.
His large hands grip my backside, pulling me harder onto his length. I choke on my gasp. With a growl, he rips my straps down, freeing my breasts. His lips wrap around one of my nipples.
My feet barely touch the ground in this position. I have no way to steady myself. The only one who can is Gabriel.
He kisses and flicks my nipple with his tongue. “God, I love your body. I want to worship it. I want to worship you, baby.”
I can’t hold back my moan. “Gabriel, please.”
His lips meet mine in a passionate, hot kiss. It’s a little sloppy and rough but that’s what makes it perfect.
I can feel my orgasm building and building inside of me.
Gabriel slams me down hard on his cock and I can’t hold back any longer. I moan against his lips as I come, shaking and shuddering. With a grunt, Gabriel comes right after.
I slump against him, resting my head in the crook of his neck. Maybe it’s the pleasure he showed me, but I feel like in this moment, I could love him. I might already be falling in love with him.
Maybe I even already love him.
Gabriel slips my nightgown over my head and tosses it to the floor. “Again.” He rocks my hips back and forth on him. I can feel his erection grow within my body.
“I need to see you too,” I whimper, grabbing his shirt.
With a dark sound, Gabriel hurriedly takes his shirt off, letting me touch him skin to skin. Our lips consume one another’s. I can feel his scar against my cheek and I find it beautiful. The more open Gabriel is with me, the closer I feel to him.
Gabriel has his way with my body. I love that he takes me without mercy. I need his roughness more than I ever thought I would.
My hands roam over his broad chest. The fine dusting of hair. The muscles. Everything about him is beautiful.
Gabriel lets out a growl and stands up, keeping his length deep inside of me. He lowers me onto my nightgown on the floor and truly fucks me. His deep thrusts make me gasp. They both hurt and feel so, so good I can’t even think.
“I want to claim you as mine in front of other people,” he says into my ear, thrusting into me harder.
“Gabriel,” I gasp, feeling a thrill at his words. I’m not even sure why.
“I need everyone to know you’re mine. Everyone.” He grinds his hips against mine. It’s rough and raw and it’s perfect.
He slips out of me and rolls me onto my stomach before raising my hips and slamming back into me. I moan into my silk nightgown. The sound echoes through the cavernous ballroom.
“Tell me you want it,” he says. “Tell me you want me to claim you in front of others.”
“Like one of your parties?” I gasp, my mind flashing back to the orgy he once threw.
“Yes. I won’t let anyone else touch you. You’re mine. Tell me, baby. Tell me you want it.” He fucks me hard and fast from behind. The sound of our bodies slapping together makes me blush but it also turns me on even more.
“I… I…”
“Yes? Tell me, baby. You want me to be mine? Fully? Then let me do this to you. Let me do this.”
He’s asking for my permission, I realize. He wants my permission.
That is enough to send me over the edge. “Yes,” I moan as my second orgasm hits me. “Yes!”
He thrusts into me harder, taking my body for his own pleasure. I let him do it because I need it just as badly as he does.
Gabriel slips out of me and rolls me onto my back once more before thrusting into me hard as he looks me straight in the eye. That’s when he finds his release.
Neither one of us looks away from the other.
We both know that we’re bound together forever. I am his and he is mine.