Page 66 of Salvation

As we reach the door, he grasps my neck again. Both hands tighten around it, though not enough to harm me, as he stares down at me with his gorgeous, dark, unfathomable eyes. More desire flows to my core and seeps past the barrier of my panties to coat my inner thighs. His hands move to my shoulders. The hands of a man who’s done terrible things… but they’re also the hands of Gabrial… my lover… and my love.

His voice is hoarse as he says gutturally, “I love you so much… you’re my angel.”

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As I lookat Hope standing so vulnerable, so trusting, with my hands around her neck, in the center of my bedroom, with the look of absolute love on her face… my heart beats so rapidly I feel like I’m having a heart attack. I’m afraid of what I feel for her… Of the depth of my love for this woman. She trusts me so completely.

I know she’s aware of who I am… of what I am, but she loves me… I know that loving me eats her up inside and that she hates what I do… Yet, she loves me, and she trusts that I’ll never involve her in my world.

I won’t. I take great care in keeping Hope out of the danger my world creates. She has no idea of what I do for her. Of the depth of my protection.

She can’t know. She would resent me for it…

She would never accept it…

I know that. That’s why she cannot know.

My hand settles on her throat. She swallows beneath my touch. I feel the delicate bones of her neck underneath my palm before I return my hand to her face, cupping it in my palm.

Her hair is almost blindingly white, and she appears to glow in the moon’s shadow. She looks perfect… innocent… pure.

Suddenly the urge to claim her, to brand her, comes over me.

Her voice catches as she sees something upon my face. “Gabrial? What is it?”

Yanking her to me, I kiss her until she goes completely lax in my arms. Her body feels boneless as I devour her mouth; she matches me kiss for kiss. Instantly it’s as if a match was lit and the flame catches. My sling is flung to the ground. We are removing clothes so quickly, fabric tears. She yanks my shirt over my head as I rip the bodice of her dress straight down the middle. Her bra is strapless and pushes up her perfect breasts. Yanking it down to her hips, it catches there, though I don’t care. I grab the top of her panties and yank the resisting fabric over her hips brusquely. The bra and panties catch on her delicate skin, and she cries out, though I manage to quickly discard both. My shoulder jars as my shirt is flung off, before her hands are at my belt. She yanks the clasp, and it flies open; dropping to her knees, she presses kisses to my stomach as she yanks my pants and boxers off. My erection springs free and slaps her in the cheek.

Her hands move intimately against me, fisting me as she works my shaft. My hips thrust into her hands, furiously fucking them.

God, I’d die if she took me into her mouth.

She never has.

I crave it, desperately. But I won’t ever force her to perform that act on me.

I don’t know what’s come over us, but we’re completely unrestrained. What started off slow, and romantic, in the dining room has turned into a furious frenzy to touch, and taste, as much of each other as quickly as possible. She’s licking my thighs as she presses kisses to my straining abdomen. Her hands are the perfect pressure, the perfect tension, as she works me over. Her fists tighten as she strokes up with one hand and down with the other. Her grip is tight, and hard, as her teeth scrape against my thigh, biting down. So close, yet not close enough. The pain from her bite, and the intensity with which she’s jerking me off, is so intense that it’s pleasurable. I feel as if I’ll blow at any moment, shooting my cum all over her chest, face, and into her hair. My restraint is tested, but I hold back with the realization that Hope would freak out if I actually did.

She’s not a whore and I will not treat her as one.

Though the picture of her within my head with streams of my cum decorating her face and breasts is almost my undoing.

Grabbing her hair, I yank her upwards. She squeals as she releases my cock. Her eyes are wide and luminous as she stares into my face. She moans a protest that ends on a shriek as I sink to the floor and yank her leg over my uninjured shoulder. My tongue spears into her pussy over and over as her taste floods my mouth. Her hands grasp my hair, and she yanks as she pushes my face into her pulsing channel over and over. My tongue is working her over as my good arm holds onto her hip. She’s screeching almost inhuman sounds as I tongue fuck her, and she increases the pressure on my hair. Pressing my face into her, so that my nose is buried in her mound, rubbing against her clit. Breathing is almost impossible, but I don’t want to stop. She’s riding my face, reveling in the feeling of my tongue spearing into her pussy while my nose teases her love button. She’s completely wild and wanton and I love that I’ve done this to her.

Her back arches and her hands tighten in my hair, yanking so hard it’s painful, as she pushes her dripping pussy against my face. Finally, she screams out. “Fuck… Gabrial… dear God… Oh, Gabrial…FUCK!! Ohhhhhhh.” Her body spasms as she erupts into euphoria.

I can’t wait another second. Standing quickly, I turn her, shoving between her shoulder blades, bending her over the bed. Her hands splay onto the mattress as her breasts sway beneath her. After lining myself up with her entrance as her ass glistens in the moonlight, I surge in, burying myself deep within her pussy. She screams at the brutal intrusion but still pushes back against me. My hips are thrusting rapidly, pummeling her pussy, causing her to bounce and sway as I fuck her… hard. Her face is pressed into the mattress and I’m slamming into her over and over. She’s mumbling incoherently. I can’t even decipher what she’s saying.

She reaches down between us. I can feel her fingers on her clit, rubbing, as I continue to drive my cock into her. She screams, “Fuck me harder! God, yes!” My hips pick up the pace. I don’t even know how we’re both still standing I’m fucking her so hard. She’s wailing and bucking against me. I feel the pleasure in my toes. Slamming into her even harder, I’m certain I’m slapping into her cervix, my thrusts are hitting so deep. I hear the bed scratch across the wooden floor, gouging it, but I don’t stop. Her finger is furiously rubbing her clit while she presses her ass back against me. Her puckered hole is also pulsing, as though waiting to be filled. Reaching down, I rim her asshole with my fingertip. She purrs and pushes against me, urging me on. As I fuck her, my finger slides into her asshole. It’s lubricated from my mouth and her previous orgasm, and I slide in almost effortlessly. She moans almost animalistically as she turns her head, locking eyes with me. She’s biting her lip as I brutally fuck both of her holes with my cock and my finger. Neither of us can look away.

Her legs stiffen beneath mine, and her back arches, while she practically contorts, screaming again, “Gabrial. Oh, Gabrial! Fuck me… Oh yes… GABRIAL!”

Her pussy walls clamp down around me like a vice, threatening to rip my cock from my body. I roar, “Hope. I fucking love you more than life itself. God… H… O… P… E…” emptying myself into her. Streams of cum leave me, spurting out, filling her pussy. My vision blackens with the intensity of the orgasm. My cock is still twitching inside of her when I lose the ability to stand… my knees buckle beneath me, and I slump on top of her.

She falls flat on the bed; my chest is stuck to her sweaty back. We both gasp as we attempt to catch our breath. After several minutes, my shoulder’s intense throbbing registers and I realize I’m slumped over on top of Hope, laying on my shoulder, and pressing her down into the mattress.

With great effort, I roll. Groaning, she asks weakly, “Are we alive?”

I can’t help it… I laugh.

I laugh so hard my shoulder pain is forgotten. I feel carefree.

Turning her head, she peeks at me, mumbling, “That was insane… and fantastic… I’m going to pass out now. I’m completely spent…

“I can die happy now…”

Leaning over, I manage to roll her into my side. Before I can press a kiss to her lips, she’s softly snoring.

Did I just fuck Hope into unconsciousness?

With a smile on my face, I close my eyes and follow behind her into much needed sleep.

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