Page 66 of Ruthless Enforcer

I arch up, groaning, covering his hand with mine. He plucks my nipple, and I feel myself get wetter, warmer, and he slides in a little more.

"Fuck, you feel incredible." He groans against my mouth, his eyes open and searching mine. “Still with me, Duchess?”

I wrap my arms around his neck. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Something fierce flashes across his face. “Good,” he whispers. “Neither am I.”

He pulls back slightly, then pushes in again, taking his time, making sure I’m okay. He touches me, caressing, teasing, kissing, going deeper each time until he’s all the way inside me.

The pain fades, replaced by a fullness that's almost too much. I can feel every inch of him, stretching me, filling me, claiming me in a way that feels both terrifying and inevitable.

He pauses, breathing heavy, and leans his forehead against mine. “You’re mine now.”

I swallow, my heart giving one hard, helpless thud. Mine should be the wrong word. From anyone else, it would be.

From Gabriel, it feels like a promise.

I pull him closer, holding him tighter. “You’re mine too, husband.”

His entire body freezes. I can feel the rigidness over me and inside me. For a second I think I said the wrong thing.

Then his mouth takes mine, hard and desperate and savage. He kisses me like I’ve just given him something he’s always wanted, like he’s never going to let me go.

“Clara,” he rasps against my lips.

I know. "More," I whisper.

His thrusts are slow at first, careful, giving me time to adjust. But when I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him into me, his control fractures.

I love it. I love the way he looks at me, like I’m the most precious thing in the world and that he wants to devour me. I love how he makes me feel cherished and wanted at the same time. I love that he knows what I need and gives it to me.

I love him.

I open my mouth, and it almost slips out. But I swallow the emotion, knowing it’s too soon. "More, Gabriel."

He groans, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes me cry out. "You giving me orders now?"

"Yes."

He grips my hips, holding me in place as he drives into me. "I love it when you get bossy."

"Good."

He laughs, dark and breathless, and then his mouth is on mine, swallowing my moans as he fucks me into the mattress. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall, and I don't care. I don't care about anything except the feel of him inside me, the way his body moves against mine, the way he's looking at me like I'm the only thing in the world that matters.

"Touch yourself," he orders, his voice rough. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

I slide my hand between us, finding my clit, and the added stimulation is almost too much. I'm already close, the pressure building again, and when he shifts his angle, hitting that spot inside me, I shatter.

"That's it," he groans. "Fuck, Clara⁠—"

This time, he comes with me.

I feel him tense, hear him groan my name, feel the way his cock pulses inside me as he empties himself. He collapses on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, and for a long moment, neither of us moves.

Then he rolls to the side, pulling me with him, keeping me close.

"You okay?" he asks quietly, his hand stroking my hair.