Page 9 of If You Could Only Feel
Gabriel didn’t say anything. He just stood there looking at me like a snake coiled and ready to strike.
I had been so surprised to see him standing in my living room; the shock had almost instantly killed my buzz. I hadn’t been expecting him. I never thought he’d care enough to show up here and wait on me.
I finally couldn’t take it anymore. His green gaze was tearing through me like my words had put all my fears in technicolor for him to see. I propped my elbows on my knees and dropped my head in my hands. I was so absorbed in my confused heartbreak; I hadn’t heard Gabriel making his way across the living room to stand in front of me.
I gasped when I felt his hands on my shoulders and he was lifting me onto my feet. Before I could process what he was about, Gabriel snaked a hand behind my neck and tangled my hair around his fist and yanked. His other hand went to my left hip and dug in.
I hissed from the pain at my hip and scalp, but I didn’t tell him to let go. I actually wanted him to hold on tighter. I wanted him to never let go.
IwantedGabriel to want me. I just wanted him to love me more.
His green eyes were burning through me. “The One, huh?” He didn’t let me answer. “The One to what exactly, Justice?” Again, he didn’t let me answer. “Because I’mthe onewho knows exactly where to touch you to make you come undone. I’mthe onewho knows exactly how many times you can cum from my tongue before you start begging for my cock. I’mthe onewho knows how to pinch those pretty, pink nipples hard enough to make you flood your panties.” Gabriel’s hold tightened with each recount of his knowledge of me and my body. “I’mthe onewho knows that you can swallow nine inches of dick and not gag. I’mthe onewho’s memorized every fold of that sweet, tight pussy of yours.”
“Gabriel…” He was killing me, and I could feel my body catching on fucking fire for him.
“And, I swear to God, I better be theonlyone who knows how good you ride a cock. Don’t forget, Justice, I’mthe onewho was covered in your blood the first time you ever opened your legs up for cock and I pushed into pussy.” I gasped at his recount of when we lost our virginities to one another. “I’mthe onewhostillslides into you, even now, when you’re a bloody mess.”
I couldn’t stop the color blooming in my cheeks. Gabriel had no restrictions in the bedroom. Over the years, he’s entered me plenty of times while I was on my period.
“Gabriel, please…” I’m not sure what I was pleading for, but I knew whatever it was, it revolved around him.
Gabriel leaned down and growled in my ear, “And I’mthe onewho knows just how wet you get when you have a nice, thick, hard cock up your ass, too, baby.” I whimpered and thoughts of Nathaniel and my hope for The One were gone.
All that mattered was Gabriel.
And how I was so pathetic.
He pulled back, so he was looking into my eyes again, and in a voice that could freeze the bowels of Hell, he said, “And, so help me God, Justice, there better had not have been any other men...”
I wanted to scream at him.
I wanted to screamNO! There’s only you!But I didn’t.
I just answered him honestly, “There’s only been you.”
“And tonight…Nathaniel? Did you let him touch you?”
I shook my head. “No,” I whispered.
Something in his eyes misfired, like the idea of another man touching me was enough to trigger a touch of insanity. The next thing I knew, Gabriel pushed me over the arm of the couch. My face was in the throw pillows that decorated the couch and my ass was up in the air presented to him for the taking.
My scattered thoughts were barely staring to settle when I felt Gabriel hands pushing my skirt up over my hips and yanking my black lace panties clean off my body.God, yes!I kept trying to remember all the reasons I was going to cut him out of my life, but I couldn’t think when he had his hands on me.
With an almost desperate need, Gabriel slammed into me and my scream bounced off the apartment walls. His hand dug into the flesh of my hips and he rammed into me as if his life depended on it.
He gave me no time to adjust to his size, and the invasion felt all-consuming. Thank God my body had been turned on and ready or else he would have torn me apart for sure. Even as slicked up as I was, taking Gabriel was always a challenge.
I straightened my arms, and propping my weight onto my flatten palms, I held myself up and let Gabriel own me from behind. His thrusts were pulling the most pornographic moans from my throat, but they were drowned out by his words of possessiveness.
But even through the haze of raw, sexual desire, my heart felt heavy, and I still felt sad and pathetic. And the more Gabriel drilled himself into my body, the more my heart ached at knowing that the odds of me finding this kind of passion with someone else were slim to none.
Gabriel’s been my everything since I was 15 years old. I was such an insecure, trailer park nobody that it took Gabe a year to convince me he really wanted me. Even becoming friends had been difficult for me because I couldn’t understand why Gabriel Buchanan would want to bemyfriend.
We remained close during our junior and senior years of school, but once he went off to college, he hadn’t come home often, and we started to drift apart. The phone calls were few and far between because we never had that kind of relationship to where we spoke on the phone. I’d gone on to get a job, and I did my best to not think about what he was doing and who he was meeting in college. I didn’t want to face a truth that would probably cut me.
But, four years later, it was time to grow up, and this moment here, was likely going to be the last time I’d ever be with Gabriel.
The weight of sadness was almost enough to make me cry even though Gabe was slamming into me so hard, it was painful.
