Page 78 of Vicious Devotion

“Take it—oh fuck, take as much as you can. Please. Fuck, your mouth is so hot, it feels so fucking good—you have the most beautiful fucking mouth?—”

All of it spills from his lips like a litany as I take his cock deeper into my mouth, tilting my head back, flattening my tongue as I wrap my lips around him and suck. Inch by inch, deeper and deeper, until I feel the tip pressing against the back of my throat, and I angle my head up, trying to take more as his hand slides around the back of my head and grips my hair.

“Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh god, I don’t want to come yet. Fuck, fuck—” Gabriel moans, hips thrusting slightly as my nose brushes against his abdomen, and I feel him throb on my tongue.

He jerks himself out of my mouth, his hand going to the base of his cock as he squeezes himself hard. “I don’t want to come yet,” he groans. “I don’t want it to be over?—”

Still gripping his cock hard, he slides down, his mouth pressing between my legs again as he slides his tongue hungrily over me, fluttering against my clit as he sucks it into his mouth. I cry out, my back arching, every part of my pussy so over-sensitized by orgasms, and the hard fucking he gave me a moment ago that I’m already on the edge.

“Gabriel—Gabriel—” I moan aloud, arching up, rubbing myself on his tongue as I hurtle towards another orgasm. It feels so good, and I want more. I want him to keep making me come; I want?—

I don’t ever want to stop.

It’s almost too much, when the next climax hits me. I let out a moan that’s nearly a scream as Gabriel pulses his lips around my clit, his tongue rubbing over it as I come apart, my hands clawing at the blanket as I buck against his mouth. I hear myself moaning his name, begging for more, and he rises up over me again, his cock shoving into me hard as I feel myself clench and ripple around his length.

His fingers instantly find my clit. “I want you to come around my cock before I do,” he growls, thrusting hard, his fingers rolling ceaselessly over me, sending jolts of pleasure over my skin. It’s too much, but I don’t want him to stop. The pleasure borders on pain, but it’s still good—it’s all good, and I know why he’s trying to stave off his own orgasm, because I wish just as much that we could do this forever. That we would never have to stop.

“I can’t wait much longer,” Gabriel gasps, thrusting again as he holds himself there, sheathed in me to the root. “I’m so fucking close, come for me?—”

He pinches my clit between his fingers, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger as he thrusts again, tilting his hips, and I hear myself cry out as another orgasm crashes over me.

I clench around him, squeezing his cock as he thrusts deeply into me, and Gabriel groans aloud, his back arching as he digs his hands into the pillows next to my head, his hips bucking wildly.

“Oh god, that’s so good—you’re so fucking wet, so tight, oh god?—”

His cock throbs, a hot flood of cum filling me as I feel him let go. He shudders, hips rocking against me as if he could somehow go deeper, his muscles locked tight as he moans, and I feel another hot spurt.

“Fuck, Bella—” He rolls his hips, thrusting shallowly, dragging out the pleasure for us both. His hands are clenched in the pillows, and for a long moment, as his orgasm ebbs, he stays hovering over me, very still, his eyes closed.

It’s not until he rolls off of me, lying on one side as we both try to catch our breath, that he seems to realize what just happened.

“Shit,” he breathes, turning to look at me. “Shit, Bella, I’m sorry. I—I lost control there at the end. I didn’t pull out.” He looks down, and even though his expression is concerned, I see his cock twitch against his thigh at the realization that he came inside of me. He can be as worried as he wants, but I can tell that the thought of having his cum inside of me is turning him on.

“It’s okay. I—” I swallow hard, trying to speak past the sudden tightness in my throat. “I don’t think it’s the right time of the month for it to matter, anyway.”

What I don’t tell him is the worry that’s been slowly growing for the past few days. My period is already late. I’ve felt dizzy, tired, and nauseated for close to a week now. I chalked it up to stress—but it could be something else, too.

This is the first time Gabriel has ever forgotten to pull out entirely. But he’s fucked me without a condom twice now that I can think of, and if I am pregnant?—

I know when it happened, if so.

I have a test that I bought in town the last time we were there, just in case I needed it. I’ve been putting off taking it, afraid of what the answer will be. Afraid of how that might change the decisions we’ll have to make.

Whether or not Gabriel and I love each other won’t be the primary factor any longer. There will be something else, something more—just as there’s always been, for all of our relationship. It’s never been just us. And I’ve been afraid of what it will mean for our future, if I am pregnant.

“That’s a relief.” Gabriel chuckles sleepily, his hand brushing along my hip, and my chest contracts. I know he’s saying that because we agreed to avoid the possibility of children—not because he hates the idea altogether. But I can’t help the feeling that if he’s relieved by it, then it means he doesn’t want children with me.

It will be negative, I tell myself, as I lie there next to him. He reaches for the blankets, tugging them loose and drawing them up over us both, and I swallow back the threatening tears. I’m overwhelmed and stressed. I’ve been in fear for my life since the day Igor held us all at gunpoint. Nothing is normal right now—none of my body’s reactions, emotional or physical.

I lay there, quiet, feeling my heart racing in my chest. Gabriel hasn’t moved to turn off the light yet, and I look over at him, wondering if he fell asleep before he could.

“You don’t have to leave.”

The moment Gabriel says it, it cuts right through the dazed sleepiness, making my heart jolt back to life. He’s lying next to me, all bare, sweaty, tanned skin and muscled body, and I wait for him to say what I’ve been wanting to hear.

“Just because the truce has been called doesn’t mean it’s safe.” Where there was desire before, his eyes are full of worry. “We both agree on that. If you stay—I’ll keep you safe no matter what, Bella. Whether this marriage is real or not. If you don’t want to go off on your own while Igor is still alive, if this truce isn’t enough for you to feel safe—I wouldn’t blame you. And I’ll never blame you for anything that might happen because you stay.”

Tears burn behind my eyes for what feels like the millionth time today. “I know,” I whisper quietly. “But I can’t make you guard me forever, Gabriel. Maybe—” The words stick in my throat. “Maybe I need to leave New York altogether. Get as far away from Igor as I can. Maybe that’s the only way for me to be safe after all of this.”

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