Page 132 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

I nod, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my body trembling with the sheer force of my need.

Gabe’s grip tightens around my wrists, pinning them high against the wall, his palm pressing firmly over the backs of my hands, keeping me exactly where he wants me. My cheek rests against the cool surface, my body arched, open, utterly at his mercy.

“Then beg for it,” he commands, his voice a threat, a promise, a tease.

His free hand drags down the length of my spine, his fingers skating over the curve of my ass, my hip, the inside of my thigh—everywhere but where I need him most.

His thrusts slow, deep, deliberate, dragging pleasure through me inch byagonizing inch.

“Please,” I whimper, twisting beneath him, desperate for more. “Please let me come.”

A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Not yet.”

He pulls out almost entirely before slamming back inside, forcing a sharp, helpless cry from my lips.

“You don’t get to take,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck, his teeth scraping along my shoulder. “You receive.”

I moan, my arms straining under his hold, my fingers curling uselessly against the wall.

He drags it out, each stroke slow and punishing, making me feel every inch of him. My nails scrape against the wood, grasping for something, anything to anchor me.

“Look at you,” Gabe murmurs, his voice like liquid heat, his breath ghosting over my damp skin. “So desperate. So pretty when you suffer for it.”

A helpless whimper escapes me, my knees trembling, my entire body burning with need.

He groans, the sound raw, hungry, his rhythm faltering.

His control breaks.

His grip on my wrists tightens, his thrusts turning wild as he chases his pleasure, no longer holding back.

“Now,” he commands, voice rough, absolute, undeniable. His free hand finally slides to where I need him, tipping me over the edge with ruthless precision. “Come for me,” he growls, his fingers pressing, circling, owning. “Let me feel you.”

His demand pushes me over the edge. My body convulses, waves of pleasure crashing through me as I cry out, my climax rippling through me.

And Gabe?

He groans, his body shuddering as he finds his release, his cock pulsing inside me.

We stay like that for a moment, our breaths mingling, our bodies pressed together, the heat of our passion slowly ebbing away. Gabe presses his forehead against mine. His eyes close, and his breaths come in short, shallow bursts.

“That was…” I start, my voice barely a whisper.

Gabe pulls back, his eyes locking onto mine, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Too rough?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.

“Perfect.” I shake my head, a smile playing on my lips.

Gabe’s smirk widens, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Good,” he says, his voice filled with promise. “Because I’m not done with you yet. Hank and I have a surprise for you.”

Chapter 38

Gabe gripsmy wrist and pulls me with him, his movements fluid, controlled, utterly sure of himself.

The residual pleasure from before still hums through my body, my legs weak, my skin flushed, but I follow without hesitation. My breath is still ragged, my body aching.

We move through the condo, past the open living space, to the one side of the apartment I’ve yet to see.

A fresh coil of anticipation curls in my stomach.

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