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Lifting onto his hands to check on her, he nearly lost his rhythm at the sight. If she’d been breathtaking before, looking at her now was like trying to gaze at the sun.
He marveled as she seemed to lose control of her limbs, writhing beneath him, twitching and trembling, clutching at him with artless demands. Her hand smoothed down his back, lower, to shyly explore the curve of his ass, pressing him forward, deeper.
Without thought, he repositioned a bit, his cock finding some deep-seated place inside her that peeled her eyes wide.
“There,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
He would never. Instead, he accelerated his pace, deepened his strokes, driving himself home. Inside of her, he could feel the muscles quicken, tighten and release in unbearably sweet spasms as she opened her mouth in a soundless scream.
His own cock thickened, and he held on for as long as he possibly could before, with a deep groan of regret and iron will, he retracted from her, his seed spilling onto the ground beneath her open legs as his entire body undulated with inexhaustible, all-encompassing bliss.
Though the temptation to remain joined with her haunted him in the moments after the storm had passed, Gabriel noted the absolution of exhaustion in the sprawl of her limbs.
Her eyes were languorous upon his as she fought some sort of oblivion with a soft smile and a sigh that turned into a jaw-cracking yawn.
Finding that a torpor also called to him, Gabriel lifted her and took her to bed, pulling the remaining covers over her body.
“Stay?” she murmured, her eyes already closed as if she knew as well as he did that he couldn’t deny her.
All he wanted was to sleep with her, but something about it almost felt too much.
Too intimate.
More permanent and unretractable even, than what they’d just done.
Lifting the covers, he slid into the bed beside her, gathering her close as she turned to curl into his body.
In seconds, her breath had steadied, and her lashes had begun to flutter with dreams.
Gabriel’s heart wouldn’t allow him to sleep for a long time. It beat a tattoo against his chest, four syllables at a time. Her name.
Felicity.
Happiness. Joy. Completion.
Never had a name been so perfect.
Chapter 15
Felicity would have loved nothing more than to spend the rest of the day in bed with Gabriel, discovering what his broad body looked like when the drapes were thrown open to the daylight.
Against the snow-white cloud of her bed, he was surely a wicked, colorful mélange of ink and flesh and muscle and sex.
But, alas, Mercy had pounded on her door just after dawn— demanding to know why it was locked— and then harassed her into meeting them downstairs for breakfast.
They’d an attempted-murderer to catch, after all.
Felicity might have rolled out of bed, if Gabriel hadn’t caught her first, pulling her bottom back against his hips.
She gasped as his erection throbbed against the cleft, then moaned as his lips found her ear and nibbled it.
Responding instantly, she rolled her hips, delighted when his cock slid between her thighs from behind.
Filthy French words spilled from his sleep-husked voice as his hand glided around to cup her breasts before angling down her belly to delve into her slit.
Lifting her leg for him to gain access, Felicity covered her mouth and bit down on her palm as he simultaneously slid into her from behind and worked damp circles around the hood of her sex with his clever fingers.
Her climax was less a climb to the stars as it was an explosion of them, and she had to bite the pad of her palm in order to not scream the house down now that it was awake.
