Page 20 of Forbidden Passions

My voice dropped. “You’re beautiful, Callie. All of you. Every inch. And I’m going to make you feel that, understand?” I hoped she did. I fucking prayed she realized what she’d unleashed in me. The need. The hunger.

I kissed her again. Slower. She let out a soft noise when I unclipped the front of the bra, baring her breasts completely. I felt her body tense.

But she didn’t look away as I took her in. Pale, full, and perfect, her nipples pebbled tight in the chill. Or maybe from the way I was staring at them like a man starved.

“Fuck,” I muttered, dragging my palms up the sides of her ribcage to cup them both in my hands. “These are mine now.”

I bent low and took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her cry out. Her back arched. My hand slid to the other breast, kneading it roughly, possessively.

I was touching her too hard. I knew that.

But I didn’t stop.

Some part of me needed her to feel me. Needed to mark her. Brand her.

She gasped when I bit down gently, just enough to make her jolt. My tongue soothed the spot immediately after, swirling over her nipple until she was panting.

“Gabriel,” she breathed. “That feels... oh, oh…”

I growled. “You like me playing with your tits, baby?”

She gave the smallest nod, dazed and flushed and fuckingperfect.

I switched to the other, lavishing it with the same rough attention while my hands slid down her stomach. Her hips jerked when my thumb brushed over the waistband of her sweats.

“Take these off,” I said.

She blinked up at me, hesitated just a second, then nodded. I sat back and watched her undress with shaking fingers. I couldsee the war inside her—she wanted this, but letting herself be bare like that, letting a man see her,ownher like this… it was brave as hell.

But when she hesitated, I leaned forward, catching her wrist gently.

“I’ll do it,” I said roughly. “Let me.”

She let her arms fall back to the bed.

I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and dragged her sweatpants and panties down together, exposing her inch by inch, revealing her soft, untouched skin. The second she was bare, I dropped the clothes over the side and pushed her knees apart.

She shifted, as if to close them. I stopped her with a hand on her thigh.

“No,” I growled. “Let me see you.”

She opened for me, and it was like the world narrowed to just her—bare, willing, mine.

“Look how wet you are, Callie,” I muttered, running a finger along her slit. “You’re dripping. You’ve been like this all damn day, haven’t you? Walking around my cabin, pretending you weren’t dying to be touched.”

She whimpered at my words—shivered when my thumb brushed her clit. Her hips jerked, breath catching.

“So sensitive,” I muttered with a dark smile. “You’re going to come real easy, aren’t you?”

Her only answer was a moan. A needy, helpless sound that made my cock throb. I dropped my mouth to her center and licked—slow and deep.

She whimpered, hips lifting to chase more friction. I grabbed her thigh and spread her wider. “Keep your legs open for me. I want you shaking for me, understand?”

“Yes,” she gasped, hands flying to my hair, thighs quivering under my grip.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I groaned. “So sweet. So fucking perfect.”

I licked her until she was writhing, moaning my name like a prayer. When I pushed one thick finger inside her, her body went taut.

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