Page 96 of Gabriel

“Oh my God,” she groaned, the desperation in her voice spurring me on. She was wet and slippery, the flesh around her sensitive nub swollen. I lapped at her, drinking my fill, thrusting my tongue inside her entrance.

“O-ohhh…” she exclaimed on a moan, rocking back and forth, fucking herself on my tongue and my face. “Fuck, Gabriel…”

I stilled, my eyes locking on her lust-filled eyes and her cheeks flushed. “What… Why did you stop?”

“You called me Gabriel.”

“That’s your name,” she breathed, inching away slightly. “Don’t tell me that’s a dealbreaker.”

I smiled while my cock twitched and throbbed against my jeans.

“Certainly not. Now give me back my pussy,” I demanded in a growl. “Let me finish what I started.”

She shifted her body down and I happily took her weight.

A groan left me at the same time she moaned, her thighs shuddering with the impact. I drew her clit between my lips as she rocked her hips back and forth.

Eager to see her come, I pushed my tongue inside her entrance, humming my approval as she rocked faster.

I sucked like my life depended on it. One of her hands stayed tightly laced with mine, grounding us, while the other wove through my hair with an aching tenderness.

Her head fell back and her eyelids fluttered shut. The most magnificent, blissful expression passed across her face, and I knew she was tipping over the edge.

My scalp burned as her fingers tightened in my hair, but it didn’t fucking matter. It was the best feeling in the world.

Her body jerked and trembled as she squeezed her thighs around my head. I lapped her sensitive sex as shudders rolled down her naked body.

She came with a broken whimper, her body writhing in the grip of ecstasy. Every muscle tensed, then melted, each breath caught between pleasure and release. I watched her unravel, luminous and wild, and in that moment, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever witnessed: raw, sacred, utterly unguarded.

Amara

The breeze swept through the open cabin window, along with occasional laughter from Elira, who seemed to still be actively entertaining herself with one of the crew.

Gabriel’s chest rose and fell beneath my heavy head. Beyond the cabin walls, the sea stretched endlessly, dark and still as silk.

The scent of salt and skin, sandalwood, sharp citrus, and our lust clung to the walls, the sheets, and the space between our bare skin.

My body still buzzed, trembling in places I hadn’t even known had been clenched from release. From surrender.

Gabriel lay beside me on his back, mostly dressed save for the shirt I’d half peeled from his body in a frenzy I barely remembered. The fabric lay wrinkled, untucked, and his hair was tousled from my fingers. Faint red marks circled his wrists, where I’d dug my fingernails in with achy, desperate need that I’d never felt before.

I’d removed his cuffs after I came back to earth following my climax, and we were now left with only the echo of restraint. The memory of surrender.

I pulled the sheet up to my chest but didn’t move away. I physically couldn’t. Not yet.

I worried if I did, the bubble we’d surrounded ourselves in would burst.

He turned his head toward me. Even in the low amber glow of the bedside lamp, his eyes found mine like they always did, and this time I didn’t look away. I wanted his eyes on me; in fact, I craved them.

“I don’t regret it,” I whispered, the words trembling between us. “Do you?”

“Not a chance,” he said, voice like gravel rolled in velvet. “It’s the best damn thing that’s happened to me in as long as I can remember.”

My eyes flicked downward, lingering on the sharp outline of his erection beneath the sheet. A smile curved across my lips. “Should we do something about that?”

He let out a strangled laugh that rolled through me like sea waves.

“Amara,” he said, voice hoarse, “I’m not a saint. Saying no to you is not in my nature. But… a part of me thinks you’re not ready.”