Page 20 of Gabe's Lone Wolf

“A few days from now?”

Gabe nodded then dropped a kiss on my lips. It was probably meant as a soothing touch, but it ignited a fire instead. We were still newly mated, and an insatiable desire for him remained unquenched inside me. I tore at his clothes, tugging his shirt up over his perfectly sculpted abs and chest, then leaned in to suck his nipple between my lips and teeth.

He growled, ripping off his shirt and tossing it aside before burying his hands in my hair and jerking the scrunchie free. He held me to him, moaning as I alternated between sucking and biting, moving over his chest with each teasing nip.

“Eliza.”

My name was a slurred drip of honey from his lips. A reminder of what I could have only with him. In his arms. With his shaft pumping inside me. I wanted it. Needed it as if it were the very air I needed to breathe.

I pushed away from him, tearing at my own clothes, tripping as I shoved at my pants before working on unlacing my boots. Gabe laughed as he stripped to the skin beside me. He went to his knees and helped with my boots then tumbled me down to the floor beside him. We pulled and tugged until I was as naked as he was.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

His voice was pure reverence. His hands pure possession. They owned me as they stroked over my skin, bringing every nerve screaming to life while pleasure flooded me. I was the shrine where he worshipped. The vessel he filled with his offering. He devoured me, his lips and tongue painting across my skin as he explored.

“Gabe.”

I pressed my palms into the floor as if that would stop my head from spinning. He sucked greedily at my nipples, and I undulated against him, pressing my hips high enough to feel the brush of his erection between my thighs. I wanted to feel him inside me, pumping hard and fast while I screamed with pleasure. He chuckled, giving my nipple a soft bite before kissing his way lower, teasing me with every inch he moved.

“Please, Gabe. Please.”

I begged, writhing with need. Desperate for him.

“Open these for me,” he ordered, tapping my thighs.

I spread them wide, and when he motioned for me to drape them over his broad shoulders, I complied. His strong fingers cupped my buttocks, lifting me to his lips, and God! Pleasure ricocheted through me at the first stroke of his tongue. How could a woman get used to something like this? I hoped I never did. I wanted every time to be just like this. Like the night and day we’d spent in his bed.

I buried my fingers in his hair, holding him to me, urging him on.

“God, yes. Suck it,” I ordered as he swirled his tongue around my clit. “Let me feel your fingers. Yes…” I hissed as he thrust one digit deep inside my channel and pumped it. “Gabe!”

I came with a harsh cry. He licked every drop of pleasure that spilled from my core and worked me immediately toward another then another until I was a strung-out mess beneath him. My legs were weak and useless. Hell, my whole body was. Gabe placed a kiss over my sex then slid up my body, carrying my legs with him until I was bent in two, knees up by my ears. He took my mouth, thrusting his tongue in and sharing the taste of my orgasm with me. His cock thrust deep, and I went wild, bucking into each stroke.

“God, you feel so perfect. A man could die happy in your arms.”

“Not the outcome I’m hoping for unless you’re referring to la petite mort,” I admonished, already climbing toward another orgasm.

He chuckled again then pulled out. Before I had time to protest, he rolled me onto my hands and knees and mounted me from behind. His hands gripped my hips, tipping my ass up so he could thrust home again. He rode hard and deep, hitting that perfect spot inside me every time. When I crested toward another orgasm, he pulled free, standing and scooping me up in his arms.

“Gabe!” I wailed, smacking him when he did that chuckle again. How could he laugh when I was so close to orgasm and he kept denying me?

“Don’t worry,” he crooned at my ear. “You’re going to come several more times before we’re through.”

“Prove it,” I commanded.

He carried me into the dining room and put my on the island again.

“What?”

“Replacing one memory with another,” he said then eased me back and put his mouth on me again.

“Yes!”

There was that orgasm that had hovered just out of reach. I screamed this time, bucking into his mouth, pressing my drenched sex closer to his thrusting tongue. He drank me down, gorging himself before rising and lifting me again, carrying me back to his bedroom and tossing me on the bed.

“Open your legs,” he ordered again, and I slid them wide, bending the knees slightly so he had a great view of my well-fucked sex.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, fingers fisted around his cock while he pumped it roughly. “Now, play with your nipples with one hand and pet that pretty pussy with the other. Show me how much you want my cum.”

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