Clairessa’s POV
Gabriel’s eyes darkened as he lifted me off the floor, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My arms clung to his broad shoulders as he carried me into the yacht’s cabin.
He set me down on the soft mattress. For a brief moment, he stood still, his dark, smoldering eyes locked onto mine.
Then, he took a step back, creating a small, tantalizing distance between us. His gaze never left mine as his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt.
This time, I saw a desperation in his eyes I hadn't seen before as he ripped his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.
I swallowed hard, my eyes fixed on him. His chiseled chest and defined abs seemed sculpted by God himself. The way his muscles flexed with every small movement made my breath hitch.
Gabriel’s hands
