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I pick up the pace gradually, rolling my hips into hers harder, deeper, our flesh coming together in a slap that mingles with our ragged breathing and the distant crash of the waves.
Harper clings to me as I claim her body over and over, her head thrown back, the elegant line of her throat bared to my hungry mouth. I can't resist the temptation, fastening my lips to her racing pulse as my thrusts grow faster, more urgent.
I can feel the tension coiling tighter at the base of my spine, my release barreling down on me. However, I clench my jaw and hold it at bay through sheer force of will, determined to bring Harper over with me. I want to feel her come apart in my arms, to hear her cry out my name in ecstasy as I fill her with my seed.
I wedge a hand between our writhing bodies, finding her clit. I stroke it with firm, purposeful circles, keeping tempo with the relentless pistoning of my hips.
Harper keens, her fingers scrabbling over my sweat-slicked back, her breath coming in high, thin pants as I drive her towards the edge. "Gabriel, I... I'm close. I'm so close."
"Let go, baby," I urge her, my voice guttural and wrecked, barely recognizable to my own ears. "I've got you. Let go for me."
I grind against her, hitting a spot deep inside that has her body locking up, taut as a tripwire. Her mouth falls open on a soundless cry and then she's shattering in my arms, clenching down on me rhythmically as wave after wave of sensation crashes over her.
The feel of her coming undone around me is too much to withstand. With a hoarse shout, I follow her over, my release slamming into me with the force of a tidal wave. I bury my face in the sweat-damp curve of her throat as I empty myself inside her, my hips churning mindlessly as the most intense pleasure I've ever known burns through my veins.
It seems to go on forever; the world narrowing down to this single perfect moment, our bodies joined so intimately, moving as one. I've never felt so connected to another person, so completely in sync.
Long moments later, I collapse against her, taking care to keep the bulk of my weight braced on my elbows. We're both panting, our skin flushed and damp.
Harper runs soothing hands up and down my back, her touch grounding me even as aftershocks continue to roll through me.
When I finally find the strength to lift my head, it's to find Harper watching me with a soft, wondering expression on her beautiful face. Her chocolate eyes are liquid and luminous, filled with a tender emotion that makes my throat tighten and my chest ache.
"That was..." she trails off, shaking her head as if at a loss for words.
"Incredible," I finish for her, my voice raw and raspy. "Earth-shattering. The best damn thing I've ever felt in my life."
A shy smile tugs at her kiss-swollen lips. "For me too. I didn't know it could be like that. So intense."
I brush a thumb over the apple of her cheek, marveling at the way she leans into my touch, as if craving the contact.
"It's never been like that for me either, Harper. You're special. This thing between us...it's special. And I promise you, I'm going to spend every day showing you how good we can be together."
Her breath hitches, her eyes going wide and shimmery with emotion. "Gabriel..."
I silence her with a soft, lingering kiss. "You don't have to say anything. I just need you to know that I'm in this marriage for good. You're it for me, Harper."
She makes a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob, wrapping her arms around me and holding on tight. I gather her close, pressing my lips to her temple as I breathe in the warm honey scent of her skin.
In this moment, with Harper safe and sated in my embrace, the future stretching out before us ripe with promise; I feel a sense of peace, of rightness, I've never known before.
And it's all because of the incredible woman in my arms.
My Harper.
Mine.
CHAPTER SIX
Harper
I SIT IN the plush living room of Gabriel's sprawling mansion, waiting for him and Oscar to come play Twister. It's become a nightly ritual, a way for us to bond as a family. Family. The word sends a pang of longing through my chest.
It's been three weeks since I moved in, three weeks of adjusting to this new life as Mrs. Cross. Sometimes it still feels surreal, like I'm living someone else's fairytale. The luxurious furnishings, the attentive staff, the sheer opulence of everything - it's a far cry from our cozy, lovely yet old home.
But it's more than just the material comforts. It's the sense of belonging, of safety. For the first time since our parents died, I feel like Oscar and I have a stable home. A place where we're cherished, protected, and I’m not stressed out of my mind worrying about bills.
And so much of that is because of Gabriel.
