“Are you wet for me?” I ask, sliding my fingers down to her core, feeling the slickness between her thighs.
“Yes,” she gasps, her hips lifting off the bed, chasing my fingers as they retreat. “Please, Gabriel.”
The need to bury myself inside her is overwhelming, but I hold back. Not yet. I press two fingers into her, feeling her stretch around me, her body quivering beneath my touch.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” I murmur, pumping my fingers inside her. I watch her face as she races toward release, her breaths coming faster, her body trembling.
She gasps, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Right there,” she cries, her voice strained. “Don’t stop.”
“Never,” I whisper, pressing my thumb to her clit. I circle it slowly, driving her higher and higher. Her body arches off the bed, and I know she’s close. A fine sheen of sweat sticking to her skin.
When she finally falls apart, it’s like watching something divine. She shatters beneath me, her body clenching around my fingers as I watch her, every muscle tightening, her lips parted in a breathless cry. “Gabriel!”
Fuck, hearing my name on her lips as she comes is enough to make me lose it.
I barely give her a moment to recover before I line myself up with her entrance. “Are you ready for me?” I ask, my voice thick with need.
She whines, a desperate sound that has me ready to give her anything she wants. My body is on fire, every inch of me straining with the need to be inside her, to lose myself in her heat. But I won’t rush this. Not tonight. Not with her like this.
“Words, baby,” I remind her. My fingers brush her sweat dampened hair away from her face as I keep my voice low and controlled, though I’m anything but.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Please, Gabriel. Make me forget.”
Her words gut me, the plea in her voice slicing through my chest. I know what she’s asking—what she needs—and it kills me that I don’t have all the answers, that I can’t fix whatever it is that’s haunting her right now. We’ll come back to that tomorrow. But right now, I can give her this.
Slowly, I push inside her, inch by torturous inch. Her slick heat wraps around me like a vice. My control is hanging by a thread, my jaw clenched so tight it hurts. “Jesus,” I hiss, fighting to keep it together as her body takes me in.
She curses softly, her spine curving off the bed, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist as I bury myself to the hilt. I pause, giving her a moment to adjust, to feel every inch of me inside her, but fuck—it takes everything I have not to move, not to come right here and now after only one thrust.
“Gabriel,” she whispers, her voice soft, breathless, her hands gripping my shoulders like I’m the only thing anchoring her to the earth. “Please.”
I press my forehead to hers, my breaths coming in ragged pants as I start to move, slowly at first, rocking into her with long, deep strokes. Her breath hitches every time I thrust inside her, her body trembling beneath me as she rises to meet every push of my hips. The way she fits around me, so tight, so perfect—it’s heaven and hell all at once.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her against me, driving deeper with every thrust. The tension between us builds, thick and suffocating, but I can’t stop. Won’t stop. Not when she feels like this, like she was made for me.
Her nails rake down my back, her breaths coming faster, each one catching in her throat as I pick up the pace, thrusting harder, faster. I can feel her unraveling beneath me, her body quaking, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
“Faster,” she pleads, her voice breaking. “Please, Gabriel, faster.”
I lose the last of my control, driving into her with a force that has the bed shaking beneath us, her cries echoing off the walls. Every thrust sends her higher, closer to the edge, and fuck, I want to see her fall apart again. I want to feel her come undone around me.
“Gabriel!” she cries, her body tensing, her muscles clenching tight around my cock as she shatters. Her orgasm hits hard, her back arching off the bed as her lips part in a silent scream. She’s trembling, her entire body shaking with the force of it, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.
I bury myself deep, my fingers digging into her hips as my own release slams into me, my vision going white as I spill insideher. Her name falls from my lips in a ragged groan, my body collapsing against hers as the aftershocks roll through me.
For a long moment, neither of us moves, our breaths coming in heavy, uneven gasps. I press my forehead to her shoulder, my body still trembling from the intensity of it all. She’s warm beneath me, soft, her skin slick with sweat and sex, and I don’t ever want to move. Don’t ever want to let her go.
Finally, I shift, careful not to crush her as I roll to my side, pulling her with me. She curls into my chest, her breathing slowly evening out, her fingers tracing lazy patterns over my skin. I kiss the top of her head, pressing my lips to her hair as I hold her close.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her voice so soft I almost don’t hear it.
I close my eyes, my chest tightening at the sound of her words. I don’t know what she’s thanking me for. For not pushing her? For giving her what she needed tonight?
“We’ll talk in the morning,” I murmur, my lips brushing her forehead.
She mumbles something incoherent, already half-asleep, and snuggles deeper into my arms. I hold her tighter, my heart racing with too many emotions to name. I know we have things to work out, things to say, but for now, this—her in my arms, safe and warm—is enough.
The steady rhythm of her breathing is the only sound in the room, and I try to let it calm the storm still raging inside me. But sleep doesn’t come. Not for me. My mind is too full—of her, of the panic I felt tonight, of everything I don’t know but need to. I stare up at the ceiling, my arms wrapped tight around her, my thoughts spinning.
