Page 58 of The Call of Azure (Unexpected Love #3)

I stumble down the hall with Gabriel in my arms - his tongue in my mouth, hands clutching my neck and back and shoulders like he wants to touch me everywhere all at once.

Like he needs to feel me just as desperately as I need to feel him.

The moment his feet hit the floor, our clothes follow.

We pull and tear and drop them as if they’ve personally offended us.

Maybe they have because as good as Gabriel looks in his clothes, if the alternative is seeing him in all of his perfectly tan, athletically muscled, hair-mussed, cock-out glory, he should never put them on again.

He’s back in my arms before I’ve even finished pulling off my jeans, his tongue invading my mouth like he needs to taste me to survive.

It’s strong and commanding, slick and smooth, and so absolutely perfect in the way it tangles with mine and traces along my lips.

He’s overpowering in the best of ways as he curls his body around mine and presses me down onto the bed.

His mouth wanders its way down my neck and chest, his tongue never stopping as he licks broad, flat strokes down my sternum and pulls a nipple into his mouth to suck long and hard enough to draw tiny spikes of pain to the surface.

The sounds he makes as he explores are loud and wet, and I’ve never felt more marked or owned or wanted.

I’ve never felt like someone could possibly find so much to enjoy about my body, and yet it feels like none of it is really about my body.

He worships me as if he’s interested in all of me.

Not just my muscles or cheekbones or hair.

Not what I can do for him or offer him in trade.

He doesn’t touch like he’s waiting for his chance to be touched in return, but simply because he seems to adore the way every part of me tastes and feels.

Like it doesn’t matter that my abs are sculpted and hard, but there is a bit of bakery owner’s cushion on my hips and ass.

He treats every part of me like it’s beautiful and worthy, like he sees every inch of my body not as something to leer at or be turned on by, though he's clearly more than a little turned on, but as something that he can play with and study, purely for the purpose of offering me pleasure. He touches and licks every inch of me like I’m precious or perfect.

We move across the sheets until I'm sprawled on my back, and I'm helpless to do anything other than arch and writhe and thrust my hips into the air and moan his name as his body slides down mine, all hands and lips and teeth, until he's between my legs with his arms wrapped around my thighs, fingers clutching my skin hard enough that I know I'll wear his bruises tomorrow.

His tongue flicks my balls teasingly before journeying lower, and it's been so long since someone has taken care of me like this.

Taken care of me like I matter. My hands tangle in his hair and I want this to last, but I'm so close and all I can do is fight to keep my eyes open and stop my head from falling back as I stare down into chocolate eyes that smile up at me as he licks and sucks and nips at overly sensitive skin.

He’s everywhere all at once. Hot and slick and overwhelming.

His hands travel across my skin, his palms somehow silken and callused at the same time as he grips at my hips and thighs and belly hard enough that the pleasure that rushes through me at his touch borders on pain.

He explores for seconds or years or a lifetime before shifting to suck my cock down his throat in one quick move that has me finally losing control as my eyes squeeze close and my head arches back.

Ecstasy travels through every muscle and nerve and atom of my being until I’m trembling and I'm not sure if I black out for a moment, or if the entire universe has collapsed around us and yet he's still sucking hard enough that his cheeks hollow out, and I'm crying out his name, and then he's in my arms, his mouth crushing mine as he thrusts against my oversensitive cock.

I shift to reach between us and take him in my hand, but there isn't time because he's screaming into the bend of my neck with a roar, and I have never seen anything so pure and raw and beautiful as he rocks against me and shudders and rides the waves that crash through him like a hurricane.

He collapses against me, and I hold him close as he pants and shudders.

As his breathing slows and his arm shifts so his fingers can idly play in my hair.

Even after his orgasm, he’s holding me close and touching me and making sure that I know he’s with me.

Everything about the way he treats me is new and perfect and something I never believed I was allowed to hope for.

Lying in his arms is earth-shattering and life-changing.

Before we met, I’d been stuck for a very long time.

I worked too much, had no real connections to the world or the people in it, and struggled to accept nearly everything about myself.

Somewhere along the line, I forgot to realize that I'm allowed to actively live instead of simply existing. That I can seek out fun and engagement and joy, even if it’s just in little ways.

He’s shown me what it’s like to know freedom and acceptance and pleasure for its own sake.

Whatever comes my way in the future, Gabriel has changed my understanding of what it means to be alive.