Page 97 of Angel Eyes

A sharp pulse of need throbbed between my thighs, and I pressed them together, my center already slick and desperate for friction. Before I could find relief, Gabriel forced a knee between my legs, pushing them apart.

“I thought I made myself clear. You belong to me, and I will be the one to pleasure you. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.”

My eyes connected with his, letting the fire in them wash over me.

There were a million things I wanted, but I didn’t know how to articulate any of them. Before now, Kyle had been my only partner, and sex with him had always been a quiet affair, like scratching an itch in the dark. And though I’d learned how to please him, he’d never reciprocated with anything more than the bare minimum.

A blush scalded my cheeks, and I tried to look away, but Gabriel caught my chin. “Don’t shy away. I want to earn your trust and make you feel safe, but I need you to be open with me.”

“But that’s just it. I can’t tell you what I want because … I don’t know. I’ve done nothing other than, um, the basics.” I hazarded a glance at him, expecting to see astonishment or even amusement in his expression. But what I found instead was a deep tenderness, his gaze full of warmth as he smoothed back the hair at my temple.

“There’s no shame in not knowing what you like. Honestly, that you have so much left to discover turns me on.” The muscles of his throat worked. “A lot.”

“It does?”

He nodded, his forehead dipping to mine. “It makes me want to explore every inch of you until there are no secrets left to uncover. You might not be able to tell me what you want now, but if you’ll let me, I promise I’ll make you fluent in your body’s desires. Will you let me show you?”

I bobbed my head, and he hummed his approval, his fingers tracing over my collarbones before slipping inside my robe to brush his thumb over one sensitive bud. I inhaled sharply as my body arched toward him, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

“Gabriel.”

“Patience, beautiful,” he murmured, dragging the digit in slow circles over my puckered flesh. “You know I’m going to take care of you, don’t you?” His hand moved between the folds of my robe, pushing it open, and I watched as his eyes roamed over my naked body, looking at me in a way no one had ever looked at me.

With raw hunger.

My skin flushed under the intensity of his perusal, and I instinctively flattened a hand over the soft swell of my belly.

“Don’t.” He took my hand and brought it to his lips. “Every part of you is perfect.”

He pressed my palm flat against his chest so I could feel the pounding of his heart. Then he slid my hand down to the belt at his waist, closing my fingers around it as he watched me beneath hooded eyes. I fumbled to unknot it, and he shrugged it off, leaving nothing between us.

“I don’t know why I’m nervous.” The words burst from my lips before I could stop them. “It’s like my first time all over again. Actually, I’m freaking out more now than I did then.”

“It is the first time. Our first time. And whatever you’re feeling, know I’m feeling it too. So, it’s okay to be scared. We can be scared together.”

Threading his fingers through mine, he dipped his head, claiming my lips in a slow, sensual kiss. His tongue brushed against my bottom lip, and I took him into my mouth with a moan as he teased my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. The words had barely passed my lips before the heat of his mouth replaced his hand, his tongue sweeping over my sensitive flesh. My skin caught fire as he grazed his teeth over one taut peak before closing his lips around it and sucking hard.

I was going to explode. Any second now, I was going to shatter into a million pieces until there was nothing left but remnants of the girl I used to be.

His hand dipped between my legs, sliding up to the apex of my thighs, and I swallowed a scream when his fingers sank between my soaking folds.

“Fuck. You are so wet.” He dropped his face into the crook of my neck as he pressed his thumb right against my aching center, dragging the digit in tantalizing circles.

“Gabriel, please, just—”

“Just what? You want to come, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

He chuckled under his breath before withdrawing his hand.

“Not so fast.”

I watched, transfixed, as he slid his thumb into his mouth, sweeping his tongue over it and licking the taste of me. I had never seen anything so erotic in my life. Trembling, I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, his flesh hot and smooth in my palm as I worked my hand up and down his shaft. His eyes widened, then shuttered, a moan ripping from his lips as he rocked in time with my movements.

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