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The edges of his mouth quirked up in a shy, almost nervous smile.
His fingers still clung to my shirt, as if he were afraid that letting go might make me disappear.
“Gabriel…” he murmured, voice barely a whisper.
My name on his lips was enough to undo me.
I reached up, brushing a thumb over his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw, unable to believe he was here with me, after everything.
We both undressed in a hurry.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
GABRIEL
Slowly,I guided him back, the mattress creaking as he settled onto it, his gaze never breaking from mine.
The room was dim, the flicker of streetlights outside casting faint shadows across his face, softening his features.
He was beautiful like this. He looked unguarded, all the hard edges gone, leaving just the person beneath, raw and open.
He held his breath, his lips parting, his eyes full of unspoken things, a mix of anticipation and hesitation.
Slowly, I leaned down, brushing my mouth along his jawline, savoring every inch, every shiver that ran through him.
His hands slid up my arms, pulling me closer, needing me near.
As I pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, he whispered, “Gabriel, it’s been a while for me.” He looked away, cheeks flushed.
I smiled, brushing a reassuring kiss to his temple.
“You don’t have to worry,” I whispered. “We don’t have to rush. Unless you’re having second thoughts?”
Finn’s fingers tightened against my shoulder, grounding himself.
“No. I want you. I want this,” Finn said.
“We’ll take it slow,” I promised, voice soft as I cupped his face, drawing him back to me.
He nodded, his breath steadying as he looked at me, the fear and uncertainty in his gaze fading to something softer, warmer.
I moved closer, his warmth bleeding into me, his hands tracing my back, his touch tentative but growing bolder with each passing second.
His lips parted as I leaned in again, and I kissed him, slow and lingering.
I left more kisses down the line of his body, sucked on his flat nipples until he cried out.
I moved lower, down his ribs, his stomach.
He moaned when I kissed the tip of his thickening prick. My own dick was hard as steel, but I wasn’t done exploring.
Closing my mouth around his shaft, I took him down my throat. Finn groaned above me, spearing his fingers through my hair.
I bobbed my head up and down, then realized I didn’t want him to come just yet. I pulled away.
“Take me, Gabriel,” he whispered.
“One moment,” I told him.
