Page 81 of Forever Mine

“Love you too,” I murmur as he hugs me quickly. “Thanks for offering to help, Matt.”

“You are more than welcome, Monica. We’ve got your back,” Matt says as the two guys depart.

Once the door is closed and locked, Gabriel pulls me into his arms. I burrow into his chest and sigh.

“Did you really understand what I said to you earlier?” Gabriel asks, his voice muffled against my hair. I nod. “What did I say?”

“You said I’m your soulmate,” I whisper. Gabriel exhales and squeezes me tighter.

“You are,querida.Meu coração clama for você. Do you know what that means?”

“Something about my heart?”

“I said, my heart calls out to you.”

“Gabriel,” I say softly as I feel tears behind my eyes. He grabs a handful of hair and gently pulls my head back so he can look at me.

“Anjinho. You’re the love of my life. I’m in love with you. I know I can take on anything with you by my side. My heart beats in sync with yours because it didn’t properly beat until I met you. Until my heart found its mate. I cherish you, my love, and I will spend the rest of my life worshipping you,” Gabriel says passionately.

Tears cascade down my cheeks as he kisses me tenderly.

“I love you too,tesoro,” I whisper. Gabriel picks me up, my legs automatically wrapping around his waist, as our kiss turns deep.

“I need to make love to you,” he whispers as he peppers kisses down my neck and onto my shoulder.

“Yes, please. I need you,meu amor. Faça amor comigo,” I whimper. I need you, my love. Make love to me. I may not be fluent in Portuguese, but I’ve focused on specific phrases that I know will get Gabriel right in the heart … and the dick.

“Jesus, that’s fucking hot. Speak to me in Portuguese all the time,” he mumbles as his teeth graze my collarbone.

“Te amo.” I love you. “Você é minha alma gêmea.” You are my soulmate. “Você me completa.” You complete me. “Você é o mundo para mim.” You are my world.

After each statement, Gabriel repeats the words, his voice getting deeper and growlier each time. “Fuck. Stop talking, or I’ll come.”

“Put me down, then.”

Gabriel unceremoniously puts me down, and I push him onto the couch before dropping to my knees. I have his dick out in a few seconds and immediately suck him to the back of my throat.

“Puta merda, querida. I wanted to make love to you, but I can’t stop this …” he groans. I moan against him as his hands latch into my hair. Looking up, I expect to see his head back and his eyes closed, but he’s watching me intently. “You look so fucking perfect, baby. I’m going to come down your throat so fucking hard. God, I love you so much.”

I moan around his dick as he begins to fuck my mouth. Within minutes I feel his cock swell as he begins to orgasm, and he comes down my throat with a guttural roar. I swallow every last drop of his release and hold him in my mouth as he trembles. His eyes finally focus on me after he comes down off the high, and he rubs my top lip with his thumb as I’m slowly licking up and down his shaft.

“Te amo, anjinho.”

“Te amo, tesoro.”

I know I’m mixing Portuguese and Italian, but I think it’s perfect for our relationship.

“My turn,” Gabriel says with a devilish grin as he yanks me up by my armpits until I’m standing. He rips my leggings down and off before pulling me toward his face as he slides back onto the couch. “Sit on my face,querida. Let me eat now.”

Holy fuck.

Gabriel’s tongue could win awards. I don’t know what kind of award, but it should definitely win something other than my undying lust and affection. The way he can flutter it so quickly but still be incredibly gentle is something I’ve never experienced before. It’s also … long. So long he can almost touch my g-spot. I see stars when he swirls it inside me. I shriek and jolt today when his tongue swirls back to my rosette, where he circles the ring of muscle over and over again. It’s so illicit, so dirty … and so fucking good. So sinful. With a thumb on my clit, two fingers inside me, and his tongue on my backside, I vault into one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.

“Holy shit,” I say breathlessly as I fall onto the opposite side of the couch. “What the hell was that?”

Gabriel chuckles as he removes his fingers from inside me, then makes a big show out of licking them voraciously and groaning.

“You taste like pure fucking honey.”

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