48. AUDRA
Mom and Esther leave shortly after dessert to go to their rooms, leaving Gabe and me alone. Suddenly, I feel a bit out of sorts.
"So…" I drift off, unsure of what to say or do next.
"Let me make this easy for you." Gabe leans forward, takes my chin into his hand, and lifts it up. His mouth is only inches from mine.
I have barely enough time to register the increase in my heart rate, the fluttering in my stomach spreading through my entire vascular system, before his lips claim mine. And God. It feels good. So freaking good, and so freaking right.
I shouldn't… the thought dissolves without any resistance the moment one of his hands moves underneath my dress, his warm skin on mine sending tremors through me.
Tremors that increase a deep desire to be as close to him as possible.
My grabby hand moves into his thick hair and buries itself in between his strands, while the other curls against one of his biceps and holds on for dear life.
I can feel the way his muscles move and shift under his skin, and fuck, there is nothing sexier than this.
His muscles are rock-hard, just like him.
The kiss deepens instantly, hungry and consuming, like he's been starving for me just as badly as I've been trying not to starve for him.
Gabe's tongue slides against mine, slow at first, then bolder, claiming every soft sound I make.
I moan into his mouth without meaning to, and the vibration seems to snap something in him.
He pulls back just enough to growl against my lips, keeping his voice low and rough. "Tell me to stop and I will. But fuck, baby… I don't think you want me to."
I don't. God, I don't.
Instead of answering with words, I tug his hair harder and drag his mouth back to mine.
That's all the permission he needs. His hand under my dress spreads wide across my ribs, his thumb brushes the underside of my breast, and I arch into the touch like my body has been waiting years for this exact moment.
The heat of his palm brands me. When his fingers finally cup my breast fully, rolling my nipple between them, a sharp spike of pleasure shoots straight between my legs.
I whimper, and my hips roll forward on instinct, seeking friction.
Gabe curses softly; the sound vibrates through his chest. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he rasps, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down my jaw, then my throat.
His teeth graze my pulse point, and I feel it everywhere.
My nipples tighten, and my core clenches with empty need.
"Every time you looked at me like that… every time you pretended you weren't feeling this too. "
His other hand slides down my back, gripping my ass and pulling me flush against him so I can feel exactly how hard he is—thick, hot, straining against his slacks. The pressure against my lower belly makes me dizzy with want.
"Gabe…" His name comes out broken, half-plea, half-prayer.
He lifts me effortlessly, and my legs wrap around his waist as he carries me backward until my back meets the wall.
The cool surface contrasts sharply with the fire licking under my skin.
He grinds against me once, slow and deliberate, letting me feel every inch of what he's offering, and my head falls back with a gasp.
"Look at me," he demands, his voice is thick with emotion. There's lust, frustration, and something deeper that makes my chest ache even as my body burns.
I meet his eyes. They're dark, stormy, full of everything we've both been holding back for days… weeks… maybe longer. There's tenderness there too, mixed with a raw need that undoes me completely.
"I've got you," he whispers almost reverently, before his mouth crashes back onto mine.
Clothes disappear in a frantic blur, my dress is yanked over my head, and his follows right after.
Skin meets skin, and it's electric. His chest is warm and solid against my breasts, the light scrape of hair making me shiver.
I run my hands over every ridge of muscle I've been dying to touch again, mapping him, afraid I might never get another chance.
Gabe's mouth finds my nipple, sucks hard enough to make my back bow, while his fingers yank my dress fully off. He doesn't tease; he pushes my panties down my hips in one rough motion, then drops to his knees like a man on a mission.
The first stroke of his tongue between my folds rips a cry from my throat.
He doesn't go slow. He devours, licking, sucking, fucking me with his tongue like he's trying to memorize my taste, my sounds, the way my thighs tremble around his ears.
Two thick fingers slide inside me, curling just right, and the pressure builds so fast I can barely breathe.
"Gabe—oh fuck—I'm?—"
"Come for me," he growls against my clit, the vibration pushes me over the edge.
The orgasm hits like a wave crashing, hard and overwhelming. My vision whites out as I shatter, my hips jerk against his face while he keeps licking me through every pulse, drawing it out until I'm shaking and oversensitive.
He rises, his eyes blazing. In one smooth motion, he sheds the rest of his clothes so I can take in the whole package. Broad shoulders, carved abs, and that thick, flushed cock curving up toward his stomach, already glistening at the tip.
I reach for him, wrap my fingers around his length, and the groan he lets out is the hottest sound I've ever heard. He's velvet over steel, pulsing in my grip.
"Need you," I whisper, voice raw with emotion. "Please."
He doesn't make me beg twice. Gabe lifts me like I weigh nothing, my legs automatically wrap around his waist as he carries me down the hallway. His mouth never leaves mine, deep, devouring kisses that steal every breath I try to take. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes me wetter.
The bedroom door bangs open under his shoulder.
He doesn't bother with lights. Neon light spills through the half-open blinds, painting multicolored stripes across his powerful body as he lays me down on the massive bed.
The sheets are cool against my overheated skin, but the contrast only heightens everything.
He follows me down immediately, covering me with his weight, and that thick cock slides hot and heavy against my soaked folds. For a second, he just looks at me. His eyes are black with lust and something darker, more possessive.
"You have no fucking idea how long I've waited for this, Audra," he rasps. "The few hours we spent days ago weren't enough. I've been watching you… thinking about this pussy every single night. Jerking my cock raw, imagining it squeezing me again."
My breath catches. The confession should scare me—should make me remember who he is, what he might have done—but right now all I feel is liquid heat flooding between my thighs. Gabe notches the big head of his cock at my entrance and pushes in with one slow, relentless thrust.
"Fuuuck," he groans, letting his forehead drop to mine as he bottoms out, stretching me wide around his thickness. "Still so goddamn tight. This cunt was made for me. Only me."
I cry out at the sudden fullness; my nails dig into his shoulders.
He's bigger than I remembered, deeper, and the slight burn only makes the pleasure sharper.
He doesn't give me time to adjust. He pulls back and slams in again, setting a brutal rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall.
Each thrust is deep, punishing, perfect.
The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, mixing with my broken moans and his filthy growls.
"Look at you," he snarls, one hand pinning my wrist above my head while the other grips my hip hard enough to bruise. "Taking my cock like a good little girl. You're dripping down my balls already, baby. So fucking greedy for it."
I can't speak. Not even Razor used words like this during sex.
But fuck, it's hot. I could definitely get used to it.
The pressure is building so fast I can barely breathe.
Every stroke drags over that perfect spot inside me, and his pelvis grinds against my clit on every downward thrust. My second orgasm is already coiling tight, threatening to rip me apart.
"Gabe—oh God—slow down, I can't?—"
"You can," he growls, leaning down to bite my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "You're going to come all over my cock, again and again, until you forget your own name. I've waited too fucking long to be gentle tonight."
He hooks one of my legs over his arm, spreading me wider, and drives in even deeper. The new angle has me seeing stars. I scream, back arching clean off the bed as he fucks me senseless.
"That's it," he praises in a tone that is rough with dark satisfaction. "Scream for me, Audra. Let the whole fucking city hear who this pussy belongs to now. This pussy is mine. Say it."
"Yours—" I sob, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes. "It's yours. Gabe—fuck—please?—"
He laughs darkly, and the sound sends shivers down my spine even as he rails me harder. "Good girl. Such a perfect little girl, spreading your legs for the man who's been stalking you for months. You like knowing I was watching you, don't you? Touching myself while watching you on camera."
The dirty confession, delivered in that velvet-dangerous voice while he pounds into me, pushes me straight over the edge.
I come with a shattered cry; my walls clamp down around his thick cock like a vice.
My vision whites out again. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain.
Gabe doesn't stop. He fucks me through it, dragging out every pulse until I'm shaking and whimpering beneath him.
But he's not done. Not even close.
He flips me onto my stomach like I'm weightless, yanks my hips up, and slams back inside in one brutal thrust. The new position forces him even deeper. I bury my face in the pillow, muffling my screams as he mounts me like an animal.
"Again," he demands, one hand fisting my hair, the other slapping my ass hard enough to sting. "Come again for me. I want to feel this greedy pussy milk every drop from my cock."
He reaches around and finds my swollen clit, rubbing tight, merciless circles while his hips snap forward relentlessly. The dual sensation is too much. Pressure coils impossibly fast, tighter and hotter than before.
"I can't—Gabe—it's too much?—"
"You can and you will," he snarls again, his voice strained with his own impending release.
"This is what you do to me, Audra. You make me fucking feral.
I've killed men for looking at you the wrong way, and now I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight tomorrow.
Until the only name you remember is mine. "
His words, dark and possessive, combined with the relentless drag of his cock and the brutal pressure on my clit, shatter me for the third time.
I come so hard my whole body seizes. A silent scream tears from my throat as liquid heat gushes around him.
My walls flutter and squeeze so violently that Gabe curses viciously, finally breaking his rhythm.
"Fuck—Audra—taking me so good—gonna fill this tight little cunt?—"
He buries himself to the hilt with a guttural roar, his hips jerking as he empties himself inside me, hot, thick pulses of cum that seem to go on forever. He grinds deep, making sure every drop stays buried where it belongs, marking me from the inside out.
We collapse together. His heavy body pins mine to the mattress, both of us slick with sweat and trembling. His cock is still twitching inside me, softening only slightly, like even now, he doesn't want to leave.
Gabe presses soft, almost reverent kisses along my shoulder, a stark contrast to the savage way he just fucked me. His voice, when it comes, is low and raw with emotion.
"I've wanted you for so fucking long… watched you from the shadows, waited until you were finally free.
And now that I have you…" He nips my earlobe, then soothes it with his tongue.
"I'm never letting you go. This is only the beginning, baby.
I'm going to ruin you for anyone else—body, heart, and soul. "
I can barely form words, I'm still floating in a haze of aftershocks, but I manage a broken whisper that shocks me to the core, "…Then ruin me."
Gabe's dark chuckle vibrates against my back as he slowly starts rocking inside me again, already hardening for round two.
"Oh, sweetheart… I plan to."