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He groans and erases the distance between us until I can feel all of him, the solid plank of his chest, the hard line of his abdominals, and his rock-hard cock pressed against my back.
His fingers dip again, and he grazes my clit once more.
"G . . . Gabe," I begin.
"Yes, my Firefly," he murmurs.
"We should . . . We should . . ."
What was I saying?
He thrusts inside of me, two fingers down to the final knuckle inside of me, and I nearly come on the spot.
"What . . ." I catch my breath when he starts to move. "What are you doing?"
"Taking care of you," he murmurs, licking the shell of my ear and murmuring intelligible words that get lost in the torrent churning inside of me.
He pumps faster, and the room smells like sex and campfires.
Heat rises in my belly, climbing higher inside of me, incinerating my air, and setting fire to my pounding heart. I can't breathe. I can't see or taste or do anything except be.
"G . . . Gabe." I barely get his name out on a stuttered breath.
"Yeah, baby girl?" he whispers into my hair.
"I'm . . ." I never finish my sentence.
Rays of pure sunshine explode inside of me in blinding white heat that curls my toes and sends my head knocking back against Gabe's shoulder blade.
He chuckles against my ear, guttural and choppy, and removes his hand. I hear him suck his fingers clean with apop, and I nearly combust against him on the spot.
When my eyes finally open, I look out the snow-frosted window to find Headmistress, well ex-Headmistress I guess, walking to the car, a cardboard box in her hands and more following her, carried by a couple of staff members.
"We can still burn her," he offers as we watch the former headmistress carry a cardboard box of her belongings out the front door.
"I don't want that," I tell him.
"You sure?" He looks disappointed.
"I'm sure."
"Too bad. Let's trade. I'll brand you instead."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
I laugh, and it's very high-pitched and very unlike me.
"No," I manage, shaking my head.
"Shame," he says with a tight-lipped smile.
I look at him like he's being crazy because he is if he actually thinks I'm going to let him brand me like I'm his damn cow.
"What?" he gives me a grin and shrugs. "It is."
He wraps an arm around my shoulders and squeezes tight.
