Page 90 of Vicious Devotion

“Gabriel, I—” I cry out, bucking against his mouth as the orgasm hits me, coming hard on his face. He groans as his tongue lashes over my clit, his lips sucking at my swollen flesh as the pleasure ripples through me in waves that don’t seem to stop.

“Fuck,” he moans, and I hear the clink of his belt buckle, the rustle of fabric as he slips his cock free. “Fuck, Bella?—”

I look down, and see that he has the silk panties wrapped around his cock, stroking them along his length as he swirls his tongue around my clit. “Come for me again,” he groans hoarsely, a third finger slipping into me as he flutters the tip of his tongue. “Come for me while I stroke my cock, and then I’ll fuck you.”

I want him inside of me so fucking badly. But the wet heat of his tongue is incredible, already urging me towards another climax, and the thought of him using my panties as he touches himself is so erotic that it only drives my pleasure higher. I arch into his mouth, fingers digging into the leather of the chair as I look down at his mouth between my legs, the rhythmic stroke of his hand over his cock, and the second climax almost takes me by surprise; it comes so hard and fast as he moans against me, sucking hard as I spill over the edge.

“Gabriel!” I almost scream his name, bucking and writhing as I come hard for the second time. He lunges up, discarding the panties on the rug as he shoves his jeans down to his hips and angles his cock between my legs. He reaches for me just as the tip nudges between my folds, wrapping his arms around me as he picks me up and takes us both down to the floor.

I sink down onto his cock, my hands tangling in his shirt as I yank it up and over his head, grinding down onto his length as I do. I drag my fingers down his bare chest, gasping with every stroke as he grabs my hips and thrusts up into me, both of us frantic for more.

“Oh god—” Gabriel moans, thrusting harder, his face taut with pleasure. “Oh Christ, your pussy feels so fucking good, fuck?—”

He rolls me over in a flash, onto my back on the rug, never slipping out of me for even a second as he keeps thrusting, hips rolling as he drives into me as deeply as he can. “I’m going to come, oh god—” he moans, sinking into me all the way and grinding his hips against mine. “I’m going to fucking fill you up, you’re going to make me come so hard, fuck?—”

I feel him grinding against my clit, the sensation of sweat-slicked skin against mine combined with his moans, the feeling of his cock swollen and hard inside of me, throbbing as his back arches and I feel the first hot spurt of his cum, is enough to send me over the edge. I cry out, nails digging into his back as we come together, his heat filling me completely as I clench and ripple around him, moaning his name.

For a long moment, neither of us move. I can still feel him twitching inside of me, his hips nudging against mine in small movements as he chases the last of the pleasure. When we’ve both come down, he slumps to one side on the rug next to me, his hand on my hip against the soft silk as he presses a kiss to my shoulder.

“How long, do you think,” he murmurs after a moment, “before you can go again?”

I laugh, rolling him onto his back as I straddle him, his already hardening cock trapped between my thighs. “I think that’s the question I should be asking you,” I whisper, as I lean down to kiss him again.

He’s hard in an instant, his cock nudging against my drenched entrance as he slips into me for the second time. And I have no doubt that Gabriel told me the truth, when he said he could go as many times as I want him to.

I have every intention of keeping him here all night.

Six months later

The happiest moment of my life is when I look up at Gabriel, tired and exhausted, with our daughter in my arms. We picked out a name weeks ago—Celeste—but it didn’t feel real until the moment that the nurse hands her to me, and I hold her in my arms, looking down at her small face and green eyes. Gabriel presses a kiss to her forehead and then to mine, his hand brushing away sweaty bits of hair from my temple as he leans his cheek against the side of my head.

“She’s perfect,” he murmurs, pride and happiness and love all mingled together in his voice, and despite my exhaustion, that’s all I feel, too.

“She is perfect.” I touch her tiny fingers, her button nose, amazed that she’s real, that we created this together. “Our little Celeste.”

The second happiest moment is when we bring her home. Nine months after the attack, the fear and dread of that time has faded into a distant memory, and the estate feels more like home than any place I’ve ever lived. We’ve found a good school for Cecelia and Danny, and Agnes and Aldo are happier and healthier than they’ve ever been, the fresh air and countryside living agreeing with them both in their golden years. I’ve spent my entire life feeling as if I didn’t have any real family, and now I have more than I could have ever asked for. A husband, stepchildren, a daughter—and Agnes and Aldo feel like the grandparents I never had.

Clara comes out to visit once every month or two for a weekend, taking full advantage of Gabriel’s offer of the private jet. She also seems to have struck up a casual relationship with the Italian man she met at our wedding, Elio, who is head over heels for her. She seems to like the distance, and I can’t help but wonder if it will ever turn into more for them both.

We take Celeste up to her nursery, Gabriel helping me every step of the way, Cecelia and Danny crowding around the crib as they coo over their new baby sister. The nursery is on the third floor, next to a huge window that lets the sun come flooding in, and we painted it in soft pinks and yellows, a bright and happy room.

It reflects everything I feel at this moment, as Gabriel slides his arm around my waist and we look down at our daughter. Cecelia wraps her arms around me, too, Danny crowding in next to her, and my heart feels so full of love that I don’t know how there could ever be more.

But I know there will be. There will be so many more days full of this much love, this much happiness, in a place where I never even dreamed I would find it.

In the place where Gabriel grew up, that for years he called home—that’s now home for all of us.

I lay my head on his shoulder, and I breathe in the soft, woodsy scent of his cologne, orange and spice, as I stand there with my little family. I feel safe. Protected. Loved.

And I know I always will be.

Forever.

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