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“I think you two need a chance to talk,” he whispers to me before he leaves, little Odette holding his hand tightly.
And then it’s just Gabriel and me.
He doesn’t even wait for the door to shut before he closes the distance between us, pulling me into his arms so he can crash his lips against mine. I meet him with equally feverish passion, glad to finally have this time alone with him.
“This is so much better than talking,” I murmur as I slip a hand beneath his shirt.
“We can multitask,” he says with a hearty laugh, ushering me toward the edge of the bed.
We fall onto the sheets together, a tangle of arms and legs. Being around him is easy. Easier than breathing, easier than existing. We fall into a rhythm together, kissing and touching and moving as one.
He combs his fingers through my hair while I caress his cheeks and admire the rough stubble growing in. He kisses me like a starved man at a buffet, taking everything I give him. I wrap my legs around his hips and grind against the stiff erection in his pants, moaning softly when he trails a line of kisses down the line of my jaw toward my neck.
He’s so careful it’s enough to make me cry. Gabriel knows I’m tough, that I’ve been to hell and back. He’s come to know my fighting spirit, my resilience. Yet he handles me like fine crystal, his lips just barely brushing against my tender skin.
“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he whispers, “how close I was to losing you.”
I circle his shoulders with my arms and hug him tight. “But you didn’t.”
“You were so brave, petit oiseau. You have no idea how worried I was when I saw you scaling that tower.”
“I needed to get him away from the crowds. I couldn’t risk Favreaux taking an innocent hostage.”
Gabriel hums, carefully lifting my shirt up and over my head. “Always so quick on your feet. I just wish you could have found another way. You have to think about yourself and our little one now, remember?”
Warmth pools in my belly. There’s something delightful about the way he saysour. Together we are whole, complete. I have my worries and reservations. I don’t know what sorts of unexpected surprises motherhood will bring, but as long as I have Gabriel with me, I’m confident we’ll be able to figure it out together.
“You’re really okay with it?” I ask him, a whisper. “I know it’s all very sudden.”
“I’m more than okay with it, Raquel.” He sweeps a gentle hand over my stomach, his gaze full of warmth and love. “You’ve given me a gift unlike any other. I promise to do right by you and our child. I’ll do everything in my power to give you both a happy and healthy life.”
Tears prickle my eyes. He brushes away the moisture with his thumbs before tears can even form. Gabriel smiles as he kisses my cheeks and laughs quietly. “Ne pleure pas, mon amour. Je t’aime.”
“What does that mean?”
“Don’t cry, my love,” he translates for me. “I love you.”
My breath hitches. “I love you, too.”
Our lips slot into place, fitting each other perfectly. His hands roam down, helping me slip out of my pants, my underwear, my bra. I’m just as quick to undress him, raking my fingers over the hard edges of his muscles. I know his tattoos like the back of my hand, every line and shape and color mapped out perfectly in my memory.
Gabriel presses kisses lightly to my stomach as he works his way down, parting my knees so he can settle between my legs. My head rolls back as a satisfied sigh escapes me, the warmth of his expert tongue teasing me like a soothing balm. He draws slow, easy circles against my swollen clit, lovingly stroking my thighs as he works me all the way to climax.
I grip the sheets, my back arching as pleasure sweeps through my system. I don’t bother holding my voice back, feeling too good to keep it to myself.
Gabriel smiles against my core. “I’ve always loved the sound of your voice.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. I can barely control myself when you make those noises.”
“Don’t control yourself, then. Show me I’m yours.”
He rises to his knees. Gabriel strokes his length slowly, letting his eyes flow over me appreciatively. “Avec plaisir, mon amour.”
He presses into me, his pace slow and careful. I moan at the stretch, so full and so warm that I barely know what to do with myself. Gabriel holds me tight, rocking his hips against me.
“Mother of my child,” he mumbles hotly against my ear. “Fuck, that’s so sexy.”
