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I’m just as dark and depraved as he is and I’ve fought against it my entire life. It gave me a strong moral compass to follow, but what the fuck good is it when it’s not what society dictates? When my tastes run a little too psychotic for the norm?
It’s time to reconcile with myself.
I’m the judge and jury. I always have been. And Gabriel? He’s the executioner.
We need each other.
I’m so done fighting my own nature.
Gabriel swallows, my eyes tracking the movement of his throat. A small glimpse of nervousness and one I find oddly charming. The two of us are tentative with each other for the first few moments, his fingers still working me. It’s been a long year that we’ve been apart.
Which one of us is going to break first? Because I know myself and I—
I sense Gabriel’s movement before he lunges at me and we crash together like two starving creatures. All the uncertainty falls away beneath the lust.
He’s hard and hot and ready for me.
I work my hands down into the waistband of his pants and wrap my fingers around his cock.
When his thumb strokes my clit harder, my entire being clenches and I go tight.
He leans down to brush his teeth against my earlobe. “I’ve missed your pretty little pussy, Layla.”
And it is so sweet to hear that name coming from that mouth.
“I’ve missed your beautiful cock, Gabriel,” I reply.
Loving the way he growls when I say his name back to him.
“Tell me you haven’t had anyone else inside of you.” He’s demanding in all the right ways. “Tell me you’ve saved that sweet cunt only for me.”
He pushes my pants down, panties with them, and snarls at the first sight of my naked lower half. A low growl of desire I feel inside of me.
His fingers dig into my skin as he dominates me with his body, moving me back toward the couch, forcing me to release my hold on him. I run my hands over the broad plane of his chest, and when his mouth drops to mine, the taste of my whiskey on his tongue, a fire ignites through me.
He maneuvers himself down on the cushions and drags me onto his lap, my legs parting on either side of his hips and my pussy throbbing and desperate for more contact. He presses closer and grabs the back of my neck.
There's no question this time, no fighting over who is going to do the lion’s share of the dominating.
He slides his hand along my aching core.
My fingernails scratch against his skin as I grasp for his boxers, lifting on my knees only to give him enough room to get them down to his ankles and kick them away.
He catches hold of my knee and hooks me solid, his erection slipping against me. The head of his cock drives into my clit and a low groan escapes from my throat.
“You’re never getting away from me again,” he declares.
With my free hand I drag his dick to my core and slowly sink down onto him.
I gasp. “Fuck.” Air catches in my chest at the sensation of him stretching me. Filling me, my body forced to adjust to make room for him. “I almost forgot how huge you are.”
He takes his time filling me until he’s fully sheathed and we stare at each other, every solid inch of him exactly where he needs to be.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what to do?” I ask, my breathing ragged.
“You’re already riding my cock,” he says. “Right now I can’t ask for more.”
The feeling of being together again after so long…
