“What?” That’s not the answer I was expecting.
“That means I get something no one else has had.” His lips slant over mine, and gods help me, I could melt under his attention. “Did you think that would make me want you less, Wren? Because you’re wrong.”
“I—”
He rolls his hips, the evidence of his arousal pressing into me. “Do you feel that? I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone. Iwantto taste you, to feel your beautiful thighs quivering around me as you break apart. I want to feast on you until your voice is hoarse from screaming my name for hours on end.”
I stare at him, mouth agape. Am I supposed to be able to formulate a response after a declaration like that?
I barely manage to murmur, “O-okay. You can do it if you want.”
“Thank all the gods.”
Gabriel moves down my body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake, and he makes his way towards the apex of my thighs. He kisses my stomach, tracing with his tongue the stretch marks that have been there for as long as I can remember.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. He hooks his fingers in the top of my pants. “Lift your hips, Wren.”
I do, and he slides the last of my clothes off. His eyes darken, and there’s something erotic about him being fully clothed while I’m like this. I don’t hate it.
“Fuck, Wren,” he murmurs reverently, his eyes rising. “You are so gods-damned gorgeous. And you aremine.”
My breath catches in my throat as he lowers his head. At the first touch of his tongue against my clit, my back arches off the bed.
A sound of male satisfaction comes from his lips, rumbling against my core as he laps at me. Slowly, at first, as if he really is tasting me. Then more urgently. His tongue sweeps over me, and I cry out.
He rumbles again, the sound one of pure want, and draws my clit into his mouth and sucks.
And I am... done. Nothing exists outside this moment; nothing could ever come close to this right now. There is just me and him, and it isgood.
I never knew being with another person could be like this.
Threading my fingers through Gabriel’s hair, I hold him in place as he shows me what I’ve been missing. Each pass of his tongue, each movement, seems to exist solely to please me. He teases me with his fingers, tracing my most intimate of places as he stokes the fire burning deep inside me.
He doesn’t merely kiss me—he lavishes me with attention. He delights in me in a way that no one else ever has.
Words slip from my lips, an unintelligible mess as my core coils tighter and tighter. He continues until it feels like I cannotpossibly take any more. The fire inside me is as hot as the brightest star.
He slides a finger inside me. Then two.
“Gabriel,” I whimper.
His eyes are dark jewels as they sweep over mine. “Yes, little bird?”
I’m standing on a cliff, ready to fall into oblivion. “I... I need.”
“I know,” he says softly, kissing my inner thigh. “You can let go, Wren. I’ll catch you.”
And I’m not sure whether it’s his words, the way that he returns his mouth to my clit, or the fact that he slides a third finger inside me, moving it just so, but I do. I careen over the edge of the cliff, giving in to the desire racing through me. I’m pretty sure I scream Gabriel’s name so loud the whole camp can hear it as pure pleasure rolls through me.
For a moment, my entire world goes white. There’s just me and this feeling of utter bliss, and it iseverything.
I’m not sure how long I remain in that place, but when my vision returns, Gabriel hasn’t moved. He places a gentle kiss inside one thigh, then the other, before he slides his fingers out of me. He crawls up beside me, drawing me in for a slow, leisurely kiss.
I taste myself on him, and the moment is so deliciously intimate that I close my eyes, wanting to seal it in my memory forever.
“See?” He brushes his hand down my hair, holding me against his chest. “I told you I’d catch you.”
“Yes, you did.” I rest against him for a moment, my mind settling back into my body before I reach for the erection tenting his pants.
