Page 44 of Fragile

My tongue shot out to wet my lips as desire swept through my midriff, his nearness generating waves of heat throughout my entire frame.

“Well, do something, get yourself free,” he ordered, pushing his face down into mine; his stare penetrating. His legs were slightly open and I was anchored between his strong thighs.

“I can’t and—maybe, maybe I don’t—want to,” I replied with more confidence than I was feeling.

At my words, a look of confusion flashed over his features. He was struggling with himself, clearly affected by the closeness of our bodies. I almost held my breath as Gabriel’s eyes dropped to my lips and they opened as if on command.

I felt a shift as the fingers of his free hand skimmed over my defined collarbone. My tummy fluttered with nerves. “Gabriel,” I whispered in an uncertain, semi-shocked tone, my body trembling.

As he now only held me with one hand, I tugged my wrists again which pushed my lower body against his, but he still didn’t release me. The way his fingertips felt, so close to my throat, was working its own cruel magic. It was then that I felt how hard he had become against my stomach and lust raced through me.

Having recovered himself he mocked my pitiful attempt to get free, “Is that the best you can do?” There was a glint of daring in his eyes.

A thick silence then fell between us and I stared, fixated on his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

He was holding me against my will but the closeness felt so right, like we were suddenly tied by an irresistible force. Need continued to rocket through my pelvis as my pulse quickened.

And then he lowered his head and devoured me.

FUCK YES!

Sparks flamed from the pit of my stomach as he gripped my jaw between his finger and thumb. I couldn’t turn my head; not that I wanted to as his mouth crashed down against mine.

I whimpered as Gabriel’s thick tongue speared through my lips and my mouth opened like a flower for the sun; allowing him inside in complete abandonment.

His kiss was so powerful and hungry and hard; almost punishing, but there was an eroticism about it. I could feel heat and moisture between my legs, forcing me to push my thighs together. There was no doubt in my mind who was in charge.

I tried twisting my wrists in his grip, wanting my hands free so I could push my fingers into his hair, and feel its silky softness, but his hold remained firm. He wanted to prove to me that he was in control; as if there could ever be any doubt of that. He was a tower of strength, and I was like a wilted flower being brought back to life.

The kiss was overpowering but also soft at the same time, the slide of his tongue as it replicated the motions of sex was a sensual attack. I moaned into his mouth, losing my mind, my nipples so hard they hurt and I felt him smile against my lips. He consumed me as he realised that I had submitted to him and ground himself against my body. I wanted him to touch me, everywhere. Feel his hands all over my skin, his fingers pressing where I ached the most.

I was undone as Gabriel nibbled my lips and then ran his tongue across them to soothe the area and I felt that throb inside me continue to grow. I released an excited little breath into his mouth, he tasted delicious, the whisky on his tongue adding to my sinful thoughts.

Releasing my hands, Gabriel then moved his hands to cup my jaw, continuing the kiss to the point where it became frenzied, his tongue stroking so deep that I met it with my own. He directed my head exactly where he wanted it to go, the change in angle allowing him to deepen the kiss and I raised my hands and held onto his biceps.

I was plastered against him and couldn’t get enough of the sensations he was creating when he suddenly stepped back. A wave of frustration crashed through me as that building excitement started to subside. Gabriel then pushed his forehead against mine and a heavy silence fell between us.

We were both breathing heavily and I kept my eyes on the floor. Shame at the way I had behaved rushed through my chest. Had Gabriel Knight almost brought me to orgasm from a kiss? I was soaking, you could probably see the damp patch through my shorts and I knew I just needed to escape.

As I went to push around him, he caught my arm again and tugged me close, his lips grazing the cuff of my ear as he husked, “Can you fuck look after yourself? I could do anything I want to you right now and there would be nothing you could do to stop me.”

Yanking my arm away, I took a step back and that was when it hit me; a wave of dizziness so strong that I wobbled forward. The room was spinning, like all the air had been sucked out. I placed a hand on my chest, attempting to overcome that uncontrollable sensation.

I then heard Gabriel call my name as the darkness overcame me and I had the sensation of strong arms catching me before I collapsed. I dropped to the floor and into nothingness.

Gabriel’s anxious face was the last thing I saw.

Seven

The Past

I’d read somewhere that the eyes are the windows into the soul. Staring back at me in the car that day, there was no sight of my mother’s soul; just two deep pools of emptiness. I hadn’t even been able to reach her to close her eyes; I was trapped by the seat belt and part of the rear door which had caved in, successfully pinning me.

There was also no movement from my father, he was still sitting in the front seat with his head rolled to one side; I could smell the blood though and taste it in my mouth, the metallic taste was sharp against my senses.

Talking of souls; the sight of my parent's dead bodies would leave a lasting scar on mine; a scene which would haunt me for the rest of my days.

My breath hitched as visions of the car rolling over with me and my family trapped inside; the screams and the pain. My stomach churning as I try to steady myself, protect my body from the twisting metal…

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