Chapter 40
What in the world am I doing?! I'm perplexed by how my body has developed a strong need to be near him. I leaned backwards to see his eyes shut and sparkling white teeth biting at his lips as his hold tightens on me. I lean forward, pressing myself closer to him, and take his lower lip right between my teeth, softly biting it before releasing it. His lips erupt in a succession of growls, and his chest reverberates against my hand. When he firmly holds my chin then dips down to kiss my neck, I groan. As he pulls the shirt collar back, exposing my neck to him, my fingers found themselves going into his hair, squeezing and tugging.
"Gabriel!" When his lips brush the top of my breast, revealing the scarlet bra strap, I let out a tiny gasp. When he lands a wet expansive kiss upon my skin, sucking and nibbling at it, my head falls back. When his fangs sink softly into my flesh, I groan loudly, just for him to run his tongue all over it again, then blow a warm sweet breath over the damp skin. The process repeats again until he finally leans back and peers down at my bare skin.
Satisfaction, delight, and contentment flicker in his eyes, and I'm curious as to what makes him so happy. I open my lips to question him, frowning at him in bewilderment, when the noise of someone knocking hard on the door of the bedroom and yelling his name frightens me. It's so unexpected and odd from the calm moment, and as calm as my moans as well as his growls can be, that it makes me yelp and back away. However, this proves to be a disaster when I accidentally push down the lever that activates the many shower jets.
As cold water rains down on us, soaking our bodies and rendering the white top alarmingly transparent, I shriek. I turn to turn off the water, raking my fingers through my hair, when I'm pressed up to the wall. I look up at Gabriel, gasping, only to notice that his gaze is fixed on the red hue of my bra, which is now noticeable due to my wet shirt. Because the see-through top doesn't disguise my figure or my bright underwear, I'm virtually in my underwear.
Our moist bodies pressed against one another and fit like a perfect mold as his hands seized my wrists and held them over my head. Despite the fact that we were being pelted with chilly water, Gabriel's body temperature remained constant, providing me with a source of warmth. As his knee rubs between my legs, causing them to open slightly, I snap back to reality. Droplets of water trickle from his wet hair strands onto my face as his lips travel down my neck. I needed to reach out and stroke his cocoa brown hair... I had to.
A breath of his name leaves my lips, but it is drowned out by the sound of water splashing on our bodies. He eventually lets go of my wrists even as he pushes his lips on mine, prompting a cry from me as I grip at the wet material from his shirt, desperately trying to bring him closer. His tongue sliding across my bottom lip, enticing me to open up to him, his lips felt very warm and wet. I refuse to let him in, just for him to grunt in irritation and attempt again. He is repeatedly rejected when, all of a sudden, he grabs the backs of my thighs then lifts me up across his waist.
When I squeak in surprise, he has the opportunity to stick his tongue inside my mouth and investigate it. My body expresses to him how deeply I adored his lips upon mine with soft cries of pleasure, which seems to entice him even more. He turns the water off and stalks out from the bathroom with a harsh growl. My body barely has time to bounce before he jumps up on me, towering over me and with one hand tangled in my long hair and the other pulling the soaked shirt up my body to clutch my hip.
As he showers kisses all round my neck, my back arches as he focuses on a spot that makes me want more. As if establishing his territory, his lips peppers the area exactly where my neck joins my shoulder, sucking and biting. I don't worry about the marks I'll get by tomorrow morning since I'm lost in the instant and the sensation of his body on mine. The smug bastard knows exactly what he is doing to me. While he drags his lips across my skin, torturing my body and leaving me gasping for air, I can almost feel the pleasure on his lips.
My back arches when he rains kisses down my neck, paying close attention to an area that has me aching for more. His lips pepper the area where my neck meets my shoulder, biting and sucking as if marking his territory. I don't care about the marks I will have by tomorrow morning. I lose myself in the moment and the feel of his body against mine.
He knows what he's doing to me, the smug bastard. I can practically feel the smile on his lips whilst he trails them on my skin, doing torturous things to my body and making me gasp with need. I put a hand on his chest and lightly pushed when I couldn't take it any longer and felt myself losing control. He withdraws, loitering over my skin once more, as if he gets the hint. I watched as his pointing finger pushed a stray strand of my hair back from my face, followed by the back of his hand feeding heavily on my cheek. We kept staring at each other after what seemed like an eternity, and that's what I admire about him the most: how I could lose myself for days just by looking into his eyes.
It's a pretty magical and euphoric feeling, if you ask me, to be willing to overlook the rest of the world and focus solely on one person. But the moment passes quickly, as the dreadful knock returns. Gabriel gets off of me and pulls me up, pulling me into the closet and instructing me to get dressed, muttering about how I might catch a cold. I turn around, rolling my eyes, in search of some comfortable nightwear, pushing multiple hangers aside in the process. Before he shuts the door, I hear him murmuring outside.
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