Page 84 of Heal Me

It’s hard to have a serious discussion when my entire body feels like it’s about to go up in flames, but I somehow gather my thoughts. “I’ve gained some weight this year, plus with everything that’s gone on these past few months—I’m insecure about it. Add the fact that your ex-girlfriend looks like a runway model. How can I compete?” Orla, the ethereal supermodel with the unusual name. I looked it up; Orla in Irish means golden princess. A supermodel and a freaking princess?

“My love, there is no competition.” He rises up on his knees and pushes my breasts together as he moves his cock back and forth between them. “Look at what you do to me. How hard you make me,” he says as he keeps moving his cock back and forth. “What more proof do you need?”

“You inside me,” I eagerly suggest.

“No, ma’am,” he says, continuing to fuck my breasts. “I won’t be rushed. This is my case.” He moves back down and kisses my left thigh and then moves over to my right. “I love your body, every delicious inch,” he says as he grazes my clit with his tongue, and I whimper. “Your hair smells like jasmine. Your skin, so soft and beautiful,” he says as he runs his tongue down my thigh. “And your taste,” he says as he moves back into position and licks me like a lollipop, and I try not to jerk off the bed. “Your heavenly taste—salty sweet perfection. I can’t get enough,” he says as he kisses me between my legs, then sucks my clit into his mouth, gently nibbling on it with his teeth.

“Gabe, I need—”

“More proof?” he asks, shifting us to where he’s now on his back. “Come here and see if I can’t persuade you to see things my way.” He guides me to my knees and pulls me over him to where I’m now seated on his face.

He flicks his tongue, and I cry out, “Oh my God.”

“Demigod,” he tries to correct me, but it comes out muffled. Worrying I’m suffocating him, I try to rise up a bit higher on my knees, but he grabs my hips and yanks me back down. “My fucking case,” he says, and begins to relentlessly work his tongue back forth. Side to side. Figure eights. And hell, I don’t even know what he’s doing now, but it feels amazing.

Massaging my breasts, I go with feeling instead of thinking. He helps by grabbing my ass and digging in with his fingers as he destroys me with his amazing tongue.

Reaching my hand back behind me and stroking his hard cock, I’m not able to keep that up for long, as waves of pleasure hit me one after the other. “Gabe,” I moan, tweaking my nipples as I ride him faster and faster, barely able to hold myself upright as I cry out in pleasure.

Gabe pulls me off of him and into his arms, glancing to the clock on the nightstand. He curses quietly.

“Don’t go yet. What about your closing argument?” Gripping his cock with both hands, I slowly give him a stroke, and he lets out a sexy groan.

“I do have a compelling closing argument in mind.” He positions me on all fours and moves behind me, sliding his cock back and forth. “God, Charlotte, I’m not sure which is my favorite, your beautiful breasts or your curvy ass,” he says as he grabs me by the butt and slides in slowly. And in typical Gabe fashion, he’s in no hurry. That delicious smell of honeysuckle fills the bedroom, and I don’t have to glance back to know he’s shifted into his angelic form.

He pulls out and then enters me slowly, over and over. It’s infuriating. Infuriating in the best possible way, but still infuriating. “Gabe, we don’t have much time left,” I pant.

Suddenly, he flips me to where he’s on his back and I’m on top. “While I do love your ass, your breasts are my favorite.” He cups them with his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. “Look how beautiful they are.”

I take my hand and guide his cock inside me and then squeeze down on him with my internal muscles. He moans as his head falls back on the pillow. “You’ll have to save your lengthy argument for another time,” I say with a smile as I begin to ride him fast. His wings disappear, but he levitates his feather—my feather—in just the right spot.

“I’ll need all night to put on my case,” he agrees, gently pinching my nipples.

I don’t object to that, I mean to say, but I’m unable to keep this back and forth going, my orgasm barreling down on me. “Gabe,” I cry as I arch back and explode in release. He grabs my hips and moves me back and forth faster and faster until he’s growling out his pleasure. I slide off him and into his arms with a huge smile on my face.

Gabe picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder and I squeal. Walking us to the bathroom, he slides me down his body. “We made a mess,” he says, wetting a washcloth and taking care of me.

“Mmmm,” I agree, so blissed out I’m not sure I know my own name.

He smiles, moving behind me so he can admire my body in the mirror. “So beautiful,” he says, watching me as he leans down and kisses my shoulder. “When I think of a goddess’s body, I think of yours. Your beautiful honey-colored skin. Your soft, feminine curves. And did I mention my favorite, your breasts,” he says as he reaches around and cups them.

“Gabe, you can rest your case. You won,” I say with a smile. That’s not exactly true. One round in bed isn’t going to rid me of all my insecurities, but it was certainly a good start. An amazing start.

“As I knew I would.”

“Seriously, I never knew about this cocky side of yours!” I playfully thunk my head back against his chest.

“This weekend you’re all mine. We’re not getting out of bed until I worship every inch of your body,” he whispers in my ear, and I shiver.

A knock on my bedroom door startles me. “Charlotte?”

“Hey, Dad, I’ll be out in a few,” I call. “When will you hear back from Rumel?” I turn quietly to face Gabe.

“If he’s on a job, it might be some time. I’ll let you know when I hear something.” He uses his power and now we’re both wearing clothes. He leans down and gives me a sweet kiss before vanishing.

After dinner with my dad, I call it a night and head to my room. A piece of paper on my pillow catches my attention. Grabbing the legal document entitled Agreed Order, I read it and laugh out loud. Gabe’s highlighted where I need to sign:

Charlotte Jasmine Patel has the body of a goddess, and any insecurities she may or may not still be harboring are hereby released.

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