Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
There’s so much concern in his voice, and while I’m still unsure of everything that happened, I know without a doubt that I love him. That I need him and that I’m grateful he’s still here with me.
I can’t help it. I love him. I’ve never stopped loving him.
“I need you to hold me and not let go. So don’t you dare think about leaving me right now,” I tell him in a cracked voice, and in return, he kisses me.
First, he’s gentle, and my lips mold to his. Then more fiercely.
He only breaks the kiss to whisper in the warm air between us, “I’m so sorry, Kiersten.”
His eyes are closed, and pain is clearly etched in his expression.
I can’t take it. This torture needs to end for both of us.
With both of my hands on his jaw, I wait for him to look at me and I whisper back, “Don’t be sorry, just love me.”
“I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too.”
His hands come to my waist, and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him softly. He kisses me back, his chest hitching as he lets his emotions go, and I feel myself absorbed into him, not just his body but also his heart and soul.
It’s meant to be delicate, but my touch turns needy, desperate to have him and know that I am truly his in every way. That nothing will come between us.
“I need you,” I whisper into the warmth between us. Gabriel smiles, kissing my lips softly before making his way down my body.
His hands reach to the knot on my robe’s belt, untying it and slipping the big, fluffy garment off my shoulders to puddle at my feet. Taking me in his arms again, we sink to the floor, cradled by the fluffy rug under our feet.
Spreading my legs, he looks me deeply in the eyes before lowering his lips and tasting me, kissing my pussy with his own desperate need. My eyes flutter, and I run my hand through his hair, my head falling back as the pleasure quickly builds. “Yes . . . right there. Right there.”
He knows me, loving me tenderly with his lips and tongue as he kisses my center, stroking my folds and sucking my lips until I’m trembling on edge. Only then, when I’m at the edge of begging for more, does he stroke my clit with the tip of his tongue. I fall apart, whimpering softly as he makes me come with his feather-soft strokes.
I’m barely recovered when Gabriel kisses his way up my body, capturing my mouth again in a tender kiss as he positions himself at my entrance.
“I love you,” he murmurs before he slips inside me.
We stare into each other’s eyes as he fills me, rocking gently as he waits for me. I stroke the back of his neck, my lips parted in utter ecstasy from the sweet ache of him inside me, seeing the little flecks of gold that dot his irises and the warmth of his body pressing into me.
It feels like forever. “I need forever,” I whisper, and I don’t know why. Before I can second-guess, before I can take it back or feel insecure or vulnerable, he murmurs as he pushes in deeper, “You are my forever.” I feverishly take his lips with mine and rock myself against him.
Slowly, he starts to stroke in and out of me, holding himself above me with his elbows until suddenly, he rolls us on the carpet, putting me on top of him.
Sitting up, I look down on my love and ride him slowly, feeling every ounce of pleasure. I rarely get on top with him, so every stroke of his cock and beat of our hearts sears itself into my memory.
The fire crackles again, and I ride faster, my ass slapping up and down lightly on Gabriel’s hips as the tide rises again within me. I can feel him start thrusting up to meet me, our passion building together as he lets go of my thighs to entwine his fingers with mine.
My release finds me quickly, as his does for him. I throw my head back, my back arched and my hair cascading down my back as I fall into the abyss. I know what this means. There’s no turning back. There’s no path in my life that doesn’t include Gabriel . . . but that’s what I want.
I’m his.
He’s mine.
And as I sag to his chest and we roll to lie side by side on the fluffy rug, I look into his eyes and I know one truth.
There’s no other path I could ever want.
EPILOGUE
GABRIEL
Two months later
Stepping through the doorway to the main dining room at Club X, I take a moment to adjust the mask over my eyes. It’s still something I’m getting used to, and I’m still finding the exact mask to fit my taste.