Page 98 of Angel Eyes

“You’re a goddamn dream, you know that? I never stood a chance when it came to you. Just one look brought me to my knees.” Heat bloomed in every corner of my body, and I gripped him tighter as he thrust into my hand, his hips rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm. “You want to make me come, don’t you? Want to make me come with that tight little fist?” He grabbed my wrist, snatching my hand away. “Sorry, but I can’t let you do that. The only way I’m finishing tonight is deep inside you.”

He pressed a kiss to my palm, then slid down until his face hovered over my belly button. Grabbing my legs, he hooked them over his shoulders, pushing my knees up until I was spread out before him like a buffet table. A flush of heat scalded my cheeks when his eyes fell to the wet juncture of my thighs, and I squirmed beneath him, trying to close them.

“No, beautiful,” he said, forcing my legs wider, “let me see your pretty pussy.”

I licked my lips. “Gabriel, I don’t know if—”

“You are utterly divine, Juliet,” he said, dipping his head to brush his lips along the crease of my hip. “And I am going to spend the rest of the night worshiping you.”

Without warning, his hot tongue dragged up my center, parting my wet folds before flattening against the apex of my sex, applying pressure right where I needed it.

“Gabriel,” I shrieked, nearly blacking out.

My mouth went slack as he buried his face between my thighs, and his tongue raked from my entrance to my clit and back again, each stroke driving me closer to that elusive pinnacle of bliss. His tongue dipped even lower, shamelessly sliding between my cheeks, and my stomach fluttered as a heavy throb pulsed back in a place where I’d never felt it before. Hips bucking, a coil of pleasure tightened inside me as desperate cries spilled past my lips in a rush.

I was so close, dangling on the precipice of that dark abyss, that forbidden place that hovered between heaven and hell, rapture and torture. I just need him to … I sucked in a sharp breath as he pushed two fingers inside me, pumping them into my sex before rotating hard and—

I screamed.

My head slammed onto the bed as soul-searing pleasure erupted between my legs, ricocheting through me like lightning and shooting out my limbs. Gabriel held on to my shaking thighs, pressing kisses against my pulsating sex as I rode out the crashing waves of my orgasm, back bowing, spine tingling. Then his arms were around me, grounding me, and I buried my face in his chest as an unexpected rush of tears pricked the back of my eyes.

“I love you,” I whispered.

I felt rather than heard his intake of breath, his body tensing as though he was retreating into himself. But I wouldn’t let him. Not this time.

Brushing my fingers over the strong angle of his cheekbone, I stared up into those bottomless eyes, a myriad of emotions playing out behind them. “I mean it, Gabriel. I love you. And as much as you want to earn my trust, you should know I want to earn yours too.”

His throat bobbed as he pressed my knuckles to his lips. “You don’t have to earn a goddamn thing. Just stay by my side and know your existence is all I’ll ever need.”

He clutched my face in his hands and pulled me into a bruising kiss, our tongues tangling as we traded exhales. Banding an arm around my waist, he dragged me underneath him.

“I need to be inside you. If I don’t have this pussy wrapped around my dick soon, I might die. Can I have you? Please.” I locked my thighs around his hips in answer, and he hissed, his hard features creasing with pleasure as I accepted the tip of him.

“Wait,” he gritted out, his heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my own body. “I need to get something to protect you.”

“I’m on the pill,” I said, pulse flying. “I don’t want anything between us tonight.”

“Are you telling me you want me to take you like this?” I moaned into his shoulder as the first few inches of him pushed inside me. “Because if you are …” He slid a hand up the back of my thighs to open me. “I don’t know if I can be gentle. I wanted to take my time with you, but there’ll be no chance of that with this bare pussy sliding on my cock. So, tell me what you want. I can put on a condom and give it to you slow and sweet. Or I can stay right here and fuck you hard.”

My sex clenched at the second suggestion.

He hummed in my ear. “Yeah, I know what you need. Dammit, I need it too. But I want to hear it from your pretty lips.” I whimpered as he pulled out before pushing in again. “Yes, or no, Juliet? Do you”—his fingers burned a path over my skin—“want me”—his hips pressed down, his ragged breaths falling across my lips—“to fuck you?”

“God, yes.”

Eyes never leaving mine, he slammed his hips forward, filling me in one thrust, and we both moaned loudly as my sex quivered around his rock-hard flesh.

“It’s—fuck, it’s too good.” He swallowed audibly. “Tell me how it feels for you.”

“Perfect,” I whispered into his neck. “Better than I could have ever imagined.”

“Don’t tell me that,” he pleaded, gripping my backside. “I don’t want to lose control, but when you talk like that, it makes me want to fuck you into next week.”

“Then do it. Don’t hold back with me, Gabriel. I know you want to protect me, but I want—no, I need you to let me in. I want to know you. All of you.”

“You’re sure?” His hips undulated once, and the walls of my sex pulsed deliciously.

“Yes, I need this. I need you.”

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