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“Gabriel!” I cry.

He grumbles something against me, fingers biting into the tops of my thighs and then when I stop pulsing and contracting against him, he licks up the seam of me, making me jerk as he caresses all the sensitive nerves with his tongue.

He tilts his face up to mine, his hazel eyes alive with fire and smoke and mouth covered in me, “You taste exactly as I imagined,” His voice is thick, the accent more pronounced and rough.

“Like what?” I breathe, steadying myself.

“Il mia,” He kisses the inside of my thigh, “Like you’re mine.”

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My city was falling apart. My men dying. A traitor within my walls, but right now, nothing fucking mattered.

Not the blood or the death, not the threats or the war. Just this. Just her.

I slide back up her body, not bothering to wipe her from my chin and lips so she can taste just how much she belongs to me. Fuck.

Seeing her in the doorway, lips parted, breasts heaving with her labored breaths, I’d almost come on the spot. And when I saw those hardened nipples and her thighs quivering, I knew I needed her immediately.

No more games. No more teasing.

She was giving herself to me.

Her whispered yes was all I needed.

And I’d wanted to have her cunt on my tongue from the moment we said I do.

She kisses me as greedily as I kiss her, her desire not yet satisfied. Good.

I’d keep her wanting, I’d have her begging.

I lift her from the counter with hands beneath her ass and force her legs around my waist. My cock presses dangerously close to the heat of her but I won’t take her here. I wanted her in my bed, against the wall, bent over with her ass in the air this first night, after that though, I’ll take her everywhere I can.

She reaches back suddenly when I go to move and grabs the small radio looking thing she’d dropped previously. A quick glance tells me it’s the monitor for Lincoln.

I knew my men would have vacated this area the moment they saw her advances which was why I didn’t worry about her exposed body being seen and my room was only down the hall. I kick the door open, her mouth on mine, her breasts, still covered by that damn material crushed to my chest.

Naked. I needed her completely bare.

I wanted to see all of her.

It was dark in the room but when I go to flick the light, she tears her mouth from mine, “no lights.”

I pause, “What?”

“No lights, please.”

“Amelia, I just had my fucking tongue in your cunt and you’re what? Self-conscious?”

“Please,” She rolls her hips and kisses me, but her voice shook, the plea desperate so I oblige, leaving the light off. There was light coming in from the wall of windows to the left of the bed, shining a silver glow across the sheets but it was never going to be bright enough for me to see all of her.

The disappointment sat on my tongue until her sweet taste invaded my mouth once more, hands sliding into my hair. I carry her to the bed, leaning until her back hits the mattress.

“I need you,” She whispers, clinging to my shoulders.

I groan at the words. How long I’d waited for her to say them. Holding my weight on my elbows I kiss her and then her cheek, her jaw, grazing my teeth across the edge and then down her throat, pushing her top up until she lifts her arms stiffly.

“What’s wrong?”

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