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Nora sighed. “There’snothing you can do.”

“There is. I can get backwhat was taken.”

“But they have completecontrol over it.”

“Nora, honey, trust me, Ihave a feeling the reason they acted as fast as they did was because they knewthere would not be any claim to them. You were in a coma. You couldn’t fightit, and I have a sneaky suspicion something wasn’t right. Let me figure itout.”

She sighed. “Fine, fine.It is not worth it.”

He kissed her head. He hada feeling, seeing her with her parents’ things would be totally worth it.

Nora pulled away. “Let mecontinue making you breakfast.”

He kissed her again, butthis time on the lips. He gave her some space, but he didn’t leave her alone. Hecouldn’t help but watch her.

Nora had been a virgin.She had never known the pleasure of another man, until him. He liked that.There was something primal, something … heady that came with knowing he was theonly man she had ever been with, and he was going to be the only man she everknew.

He felt that ache buildingin his cock. Nora looked so good, standing at his stove, cooking breakfast,wearing his shirt. It fell to mid-thigh so at least he got to enjoy the view ofher thigh, knowing the temptation that lay beneath the shirt.

She didn’t take longfinishing breakfast. He topped off their coffees and carried them to the smalldining table he rarely used. Once again, the apartment was fully furnished, buthe didn’t take time to appreciate it. He was a very busy man.

Gabriel took another sipof his coffee, picked up his knife and fork, and took a bite. Now, when hecooked breakfast, he didn’t have the patience, and any kind of sausage tastedthe same to him. Especially when it was burnt to a crisp. He hated to cook. Nora’scooking, however, was different. The sausages he’d spent months burning weredelicious. He went to a local butcher, who made their own sausages, and theywere amazing. As was the bacon and the eggs. It was a good breakfast. There wasbread as well, which he slathered with butter and dug into his egg, enjoyingthe yolk that was slightly runny. He might have also cooked shell into his eggand even browned, if not burnt, the underside. He was not a good cook. It wouldseem Nora was. Now, he couldn’t help but wonder what else she could cook.

He finished his coffee,and Nora got to her feet. He watched her ass as she took their dishes to thesink. She was already starting on them.

“Leave them,” he said.“I’ll do them in a second.”

Nora came out from behindthe kitchen counter. “You’ll do the dishes?”

“Yeah, I will. You cooked.It is only fair I do something. Besides, come here.” He needed her.

Nora frowned, but shemoved toward him. The moment she was within reach, he grabbed her and pulledher in close. He pressed his face against her stomach and then moved her so shehad no choice but to slide onto the table.

She’d already taken theircups away, and he took her feet, placing them on his knees as he ran his handsacross her knees, then ran up her thighs, sliding inward, before going out. Hedid it again, and this time he spread her thighs wide, staring up at her.

She licked her bottom lip,and he couldn’t help but groan. One day soon, he was going to feel that mouthwrapped around his cock. Being his little virgin, there was so much he couldshow and teach her. The possibilities were endless, and he found himself evenmore excited by the prospect of showing her all she had missed out on.

“Tell me, Nora, who do youbelong to?” he asked.

“You?”

“Yeah, me, and that meanswhile you’re mine, no one else is going to taste you or touch you. No one.” Andwith that, he kissed her knee and moved between her thighs to spread open hersex.

He saw her swollen clitand how wet she was. Also, the teasing temptation that was her cunt. Glisteningup at him. Begging for his cock.

He slid his tongue betweenher slit, sliding back and forth over her nub, and then he moved down, goingtoward her pussy. He plunged his tongue inside her pussy, going deep,retracting, and going deeper again. He heard her soft whimpers, and then drewhis tongue to her clit.

It had only been a fewhours since he was last inside her, but that already felt too long. Focusing onher clit, he slid back and forth, going over her nub, driving her wild, makingher scream, and that was exactly what he wanted to hear. The sounds she madewere like a dream. Over and over, until she came apart within his arms.

And then, he stood, pusheddown his sweatpants, and he was hard as rock. Coating the tip of his cockthrough her slit, he got himself nice and coated in her cream, and then slidhard and deep inside her. The moment there was more than half of his length insideher, he grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and deep. He loved the feel of herpussy pulsing around his length. For a second, he basked in that sensation.Closing his eyes, he moaned. Then his balls wanted in on the action, and therewas no holding back, no stopping it, as he began to pound inside her.

His pussy. His woman. Norabelonged to him, and Gabriel had never been good at sharing. He owned her, atleast for now.

Maybeeven forever.

ChapterSix

Come Monday morning,Gabriel had already solved some problems. First, her change of clothes, becausegoing into work in his clothes was not going to be ideal. Sunday evening, hehad a delivery of clothes from a very expensive boutique. Nora was never goingto be able to afford them, but he insisted. Of course he did. Not that shecould argue with him. It was either wear the clothes he provided, or wear thesame ones she had on Saturday. That was not going to happen.

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