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“What? King? Isn’t that what you are?” I say, playing coy and watching as he starts to unravel with every movement of my hips.
“Fuck,”
I lift his shirt and lean down, running my tongue over the dips and curves of his abs. He sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes rolling back in his head, and I feel his cock twitching through his jeans. Fuck, he has a glorious body; one I could lick all damn day.
“Weren’t you going to show me what belongs to you, King?” I taunt, moving my kisses lower, stopping just below his hips where those delectable V-lines dip right into his jeans. “Or are you scared that I might just be a little fragile and break under your touch?”
Before I can tease him more, he flips me onto my back and cages me in with his legs and arms. He pins me with an icy stare, while confusion and lust play in his eyes.
“Are we playing this game again? I don’t want you crumbling into little pieces when my playing gets too much.” He murmurs. The tone of his voice is husky and filled to the brim with lust, while his eyes show a sliver of concern.
My heart thuds loudly against my ribcage, and I feel a cold sweat beading at my hairline. He’s referring to when I couldn’t stop crying after he took it too far last time, but back then, I was a mess. My feelings were all over the place and I could barely think straight.
But not now, I want at least one night with Gabriel before I have to forget about him.
Reaching out, I cup his face and offer him my sweetest smile.
“I want to still feel you inside me when I get on that plane tomorrow. Do you think you can do that for me?”
I never thought that a growl would sound so fucking sexy, but Gabriel’s just headed straight to my core. He rips off the leather shorts I’m wearing while I pull the t-shirt over my head; there’s no way he’s ripping that off.
"Fucking tiny thing, showing off what only I should see," He says, sits back on his knees, and pulls his shirt over his head, exposing the gorgeous body that has been my constant wet dream for two months straight.
I reach up to run my fingers over his tattoos and drink the utter perfection that is Gabriel Priest.
Settling in between my legs, he splays my sex open and an appreciative hum rumbles in his chest.
“I am going to take my time feasting on this gorgeous pussy tonight,” he groans, languidly running his fingers over my folds before dipping them inside of me. “Hmm, such a fucking good girl, look at how soaked you are for me.”
I can do nothing but arch my back from the bed, and when his fingers caress that sensitive spot inside of me, I stifle a cry by biting my bottom lip.
Gabriel suddenly stops and looms over me. “Did I say you can silence your moans, little lamb? They belong to me, do you understand that?” he says, pumping his fingers so hard inside of me until I’m a crying mess. “Every moan, every cry, every scream; I want them all.”
“Yes!” I cry out, about to fall over the edge and right into a soul-shaking orgasm, but then he stops and pulls out his fingers. When I open my eyes, I see him sitting back on his haunches, smirking.
“Fuck, how do you taste better every time I sample you?” he says, groaning when he pops a finger into his mouth, then he leans over me. “Open your mouth for me, little lamb, so you can see how gorgeous you taste.”
I do as I’m told and taste myself on his thick fingers, moaning and closing my eyes at how filthy this feels. Sex has always been a chore for me, something to destress with; I never bothered with foreplay or pleasantries because I just needed to get my rocks off.
But with Gabriel it’s different, I want to be good for him.
He removes his fingers and I open my eyes, the heat pooling into my cheeks when I notice the way he’s staring at me with wonder. Chuckling, he moves down and takes a nipple into his mouth, while caressing the other with the pad of his thumb.
I moan at the way his tongue flicks over my nipples; teasing them, nibbling them, lavishing them with attention, all while I become a puddle under his touch.
He takes his time worshiping my breasts, groaning at the pert way my nipples harden for him. Then, gently scraping them with his teeth, he lets them go with a pop and settles his attention on the wet, throbbing bundle of nerves between my legs.
Gabriel is an expert with his tongue; weaving between my folds, lapping up my wetness, and flicking over my hardened nub in circles. It’s insane how easily I fold under him and pathetic how quickly he brings me to an orgasm that has my vision going white.
I grip at his hair as soon as I find my release, squeezing his head in between my thighs and loving the way he groans into my pussy. This time around, it was even more mind-blowing, something I don’t think I’ll ever forget anytime soon.
“Fuck, I said I wanted to take my time, but you’re just greedy for that orgasm, aren’t you?” he says with a dark chuckle before getting off the bed to take off his jeans.
But I get on my knees in front of him and shake my head.
“If this is going to be my last night with you, then I want to taste you,” I say, unbuckling his belt while looking into his wide eyes.
Pulling his belt through the loops, I undo his jeans and pull them down until his hard length finally springs free.
