50

AUDREY
We walked past the guest, who seemed curious about me and why Gabriel was holding my wrist like a child, but he didn’t care.
“Formal party starts in an hour. We still have time,” he said while dragging me upstairs.
The Stark’s three-story mansion was probably just as extensive as my mother’s mansion in Phoenix, but this was definitely much more modern. We strolled through the French marble floors of the passage at the second level until Gabriel opened the last door on the left wing. He shoved me inside, and just right after he shut the door, he crushed his mouth with mine—relentlessly kissing like a hungry lion.
Gabriel Stark was the lion, and I was the mouse.
I slid my arms around his neck, and when I was going to respond, he stopped the kiss, and his eyes glared back at me.
“Should I congratulate you?”
I scowled. “What?”
He ran his thumb over my lips. “You’re engaged to Noah now, aren’t you?”
I rolled my eyes. “Seriously, Gabriel?” I lifted my finger with the ring Chelsea gave me. “My ring got stuck, and he just tried to save it. His sister misunderstood. Do you really think I would—”
He smacks another kiss on my mouth. “I don’t think so, but I’d like you to meet my family tonight.”
“You would?”
“Hmm.” His eyes softened, and his arms wrapped around my waist, pressing me tight against his body. He looked so magnificent, so beautiful tonight. I wouldn’t ever get enough of looking at his perfect facial features.
I looked around us, and I noticed we were inside a bedroom. “Whose room is this?”
“Mine,” he answered without breaking eye contact.
“Your old room?”
“Not old. Still my room. I still come here.”
“Wow,” I mouthed in awe, my eyes still wandering around. “You’re very organized. My things are cluttered around every corner.” I chuckled. But I noticed something was missing, unlike his penthouse in Manhattan. It’s the paintings on the wall. “No portraits? Photographs?” His wall looked very plain, just a bookshelf, a desk, a closet, and a king-sized bed.
“I transferred everything to my penthouse.”
I looked back at his face. “Do you have pictures of yourself? Maybe it’s the first thing I thought of coming to your room.”
He shook his head. “I’m not into having my own photographs. I had some when I was at Harvard and posed for some portraits, but it’s not here.”
“Wow, Gabriel. Just wow.”
“Why?”
“How mysterious can you get?”
He finally flashed a boyish grin that’d always made me melt. “I’ll show it to you some other time, but right now, it’s hard looking at you standing next to my bed—”
“Ah!” He picked me off my feet and tossed me to his bed. “Gabriel!” I giggled.
He began kissing my neck, coaxing my skin with lush strokes and licks. A tremor went through my belly when his free hand went to my waist, gripping me tightly. “You look so beautiful tonight,” he whispered between kisses, “and you smell so good.” He raised it so he could see my face. “It smells lovely.”
He must’ve noticed I had changed my perfume.
“Um, yes, It’s because I used to spray Jasmine’s scent. Now it’s oriental and floral. I made this perfume.”
He grinned, and his expression was somewhat surprised. “You never cease to amaze me, Miss Hopkins. It makes me want to eat you.”
He lowered himself again and went on kissing my neck, his lips tracing my collarbone. I slanted my neck more to give him much access, and as if he couldn’t get enough, he teased my earlobe, then gently bit me. “You’re driving me crazy every single time, Audrey. I wanted to claim it so bad.”

I became highly conscious of my body while he kept his hands busy, touching me all over until he reached the slit of my dress and glided his hands inside. I shoved my fingers in his hair and claimed his mouth. I sucked his tongue, knowing how much he liked it, as he let out a deep groan. He licked my mouth, nibbled on my lower lip, and stroked my tongue along with his… His erection grew and pressed against my hip.
Suddenly, he stopped, and his gray eyes stared back at me.
“I wanted you for so long, Audrey,” he whispered, though I wasn’t sure why he said those things when we had only met three months ago. “Every part of your body belongs to me now. I’m driven to take your body. Don’t forget that.” Slowly, he drew his hand into my panties and ran his finger over my cleft. “I’m just really waiting when you are ready,” he teases my opening back and forth. “But when you are, I’d be more willing to satisfy your needs.”
“Gabriel!” He pushed his finger onto my clit.
“Do you understand how much I want you?”
“Yes… yes…”
“Do you trust that I’m going to take care of you?” His fingers pushed in and out of my womb, hitting my sensitive spot.
“Ahh! Yes, yes!” I scream. Inexplicably, the lust and the desire inside me intensified. I’ve never felt so good… so aroused in my life. I feel the crown of my breasts hardening and begging to be touched.
“Come for me, Audrey,” he murmured. “Come.”
It’s as if he knew my body more than I was, and with his unrelenting thrust in my cleft, I came hard, but he didn’t stop, mercilessly hitting my most sensitive spot, and playing with his fingers on it. The orgasm went uncontrollably. I came multiple times.
When he finally stopped, I couldn’t move my legs. I just had the best orgasm of my life, but I guess it doesn’t stop here. He leaned over and kissed my forehead. I wanted to feel him inside me. I now wanted to make love with him.
Gabriel sprang up and went to his closet. He came back with a fresh towel and started wiping my thighs and legs. “I very much like to move forward, Audrey. I’ve been very patient.”
I finally sat up, but my legs still felt wobbly. “I know.”
“You’re free to speak to me whenever you want me to please you, Audrey. I’m willing to satisfy you every time you want. I know how you crave affection, and I want us to move forward.”
I swallowed dryly. I felt thirsty. “Believe me, Gabriel.” I hesitated a little.
“Yes, angel?”
“If there’s one person I’d fully give myself to, it should be you,” I confessed.
He halted. “Come again?”
“It should be you,” I repeated. “I want you to take my virginity.”