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My hand goes to my throat as I take in everything. “Gabriel…” I trail off, whipping my head towards him. “When did you have time to do all this? I was just in here a few minutes ago!”
He chuckles and leads me over to the tub. “While you were daydreaming, I used a little bit of my vampire speed to conjure up some romantic scenery,”
“A little bit!” I scoff incredulously and watch as he removes his shoes. “I was none the wiser!”
“And that’s why it’s called a surprise, little lamb,” he says, removing his dress shirt and my eyes widen, flickering toward the large windows behind him.
“Ahem, excuse me, is this Magic Mike? Why are you giving everyone out there a show?” I ask, placing a hand on my hip and gesturing towards the window with the other.
Gabriel simply chuckles and walks over to me, snaking his hands around my waist.
“Do you really think I would show anyone else what belongs to you? One-way glass, baby. We can see out but they can’t see in,” he says, then his hands move behind my back and he finds the zipper on my dress. “Now I need to see what’s mine and worship it.”
This man truly has a way with words. He draws the zipper down and the red dress pools at my feet; I can feel his eyes on me as I step out of it and when I glance up, his eyes have shimmered to crimson.
“Perfection,” he sighs.
Planting soft kisses all over my chest and belly, he slowly lowers to his knees until he reaches the elastic band of my panties.
“The only way to truly worship is on your knees,” he murmurs, then pulls them down with his teeth.
I’m going to explode, I swear to fucking—
He kisses my mound and silences my thoughts, then works his way up my body again. I’m so caught up under his spell that I didn’t even realize he had removed his pants; now he’s staring at me while stroking his thick cock.
“Are you planning on using that?” I ask with a raised eyebrow, and he smirks.
“In due time. Come, the water is getting cold,” he says, taking my hand and climbing in the tub first before gesturing for me to sit in between his legs. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my shoulder, breathing out what sounds like a content sigh.
“Something on your mind, King?” I ask as I lean back and rest my head against his chest. “That sigh didn’t sound too good.”
“No, I was just thinking about how it’s been ages since I just took a breath and not worried about anything. It feels good,” he says, kissing the side of my head.
I’ve always had to constantly watch my back and live as if I would die tomorrow, so I understand what he means by that. But compared to how long he’s been alive, what I’ve been through must seem like a breeze to him.
He reaches for the bottle next to the tub and holds it up.
“It's called Varleaunieux Invecchiato; it’s a blood-infused non-alcoholic wine and safe for you to consume,” he says before pouring us each a glass.
I take mine from him and lie back in his arms while he clinks our glasses. “To us and our future together,” he toasts.
“May it be filled with love, happiness, and lots of sex,” I say, needing to ruin the moment before my head explodes from all the romantic things he’s done so far.
I’m not a romantic. I don’t do love stories and poetry or whatever; so when he gets like this I do not know how to act.
I never expected to fall in love with anyone, much less that our love would be all-consuming like this. My father always said I would marry into a hunter family to carry on his legacy, so I expected duty. I guess that just wasn’t in the cards for me.
Handing him back the glass, he puts them both down and I clear my throat. “What exactly do you guys have planned for when Kazim—”
He places his hand over my mouth and shakes his head. “We can talk about work, plans, and wars tomorrow; tonight it’s just about us,” he says, sliding his hand down my chest and encircling my nipple with his thumb.
I gasp when his other hand slides lower and slips in between my folds, teasing my throbbing nub. “Shh, just close your eyes, little lamb,” he whispers in my ear and it sends a delicious shiver down my spine.
So for the first time in weeks, I let go and allow myself to feel this moment and nothing else.
His expert fingers immediately find the spot that sends me writhing against his hand, caressing me with his fingers, encircling and teasing my clit slowly. I’ve always loved the way Gabriel knows my body; knows just where to touch, tease, and stroke me that has me seeing stars.
Every orgasm with him feels more earth-shattering than the next, with Gabriel teasing my already oversensitive skin with the tips of his fangs. But when that wave of pleasure ripples through me, he lets me teeter on the edge before he sinks his fangs into the hollow of my neck and drinks from me.
