Chapter Twenty-Five
After the orgasm hits, my legs crumple beneath me. Gabriel catches me in his lap, cradling me as pleasure renders me helpless. The tidal wave of pleasure recedes, but the water remains, lapping at my skin in remembered relief.
Gabriel doesn’t hold anything back, murmuring soft words while he strokes my hair. This is a side of him I haven’t seen before, but one I always knew existed—the natural counterpoint to his strictly enforced stoicism. He was so careful never to be kind, so deliberate in his remoteness. And God maybe that was for the best, because his tenderness hits me harder than the orgasm. A few seconds and I’m already addicted. You were always mine.
He moves before I’m ready, fixing my clothes and leading me downstairs.
Damon Scott waits for us, wearing a
