Hungry Lion
995 Words
Gabriel's POV
I felt like a starving man and Derek was the only thing on the menu. He was all over me, his mouth hot against my neck, my collarbone, everywhere. It wasn't gentle. It was like a hungry lion tearing into its kill. I could hear my own breathing, fast and shallow, echoing in the quiet of his massive room.
He yanked my shirt off, the buttons straining against the fabric until they gave way. I felt the cold air hit my chest for a split second before his skin was back against mine, burning hot. My head was spinning. Everything was a blurry mess.
"Please wait..." I gasped, my hands fumbling against his shoulders.
Derek stopped, but he didn't pull away. He stayed right there, his chest heaving against mine.
"I can't see you properly.... it's all blurry.. I need my glasses," I whispered. It was driving me crazy. I wanted to see him, to know exactly what was happening, but he was just a tan, muscular shadow.
"No...." Derek’s voice was like gravel. He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. "I love your eyes." He leaned in closer, his nose brushing mine.
"What do you see right now?"
"You," I said, squinting, trying to make sense of the shapes. "But it's all blurry."
"Try again."
I didn't know what the hell he meant. Try again? How do you try to see better? But I blinked, hard. Once. Twice. I focused every bit of energy I had left on the shape of his face. And then, like a camera lens snapping into focus, the world cleared.
I saw him. I saw the dark intensity in his eyes, the way his hair was a mess, the sweat beading on his forehead and his sexy icy blue eyes.
"How.... can I see you all of a sudden?" I breathed out, stunned.
Derek didn't answer. He didn't have to. He just leaned in and crashed his lips onto mine again. That was it. Any logic I had left just went up in smoke. I gave in. I stopped fighting the step brother bullshit and the sin bullshit and just felt the heat.
We were stripping, clothes hitting the floor in a heap. I felt naked and exposed, but his eyes were on me, making me feel like I was the only person in the world. With one hand, one damn hand he reached down and hoisted me up. I let out a little gasp and wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him like my life depended on it.
"Wait wait..." I said, my voice shaking as he moved us toward the bed. "You should use a condom."
He leaned down, his mouth right against the shell of my ear, his stubble scratching my skin. "I want to feel myself inside you Gabe, that's the whole point."
I couldn't even argue. He was already moving. He thrashed into me, and I let out a sharp, jagged moan that ripped right out of my lungs. It hurt, but it was the kind of pain that felt like it was filling a hole in my chest.
He kept his hand wrapped around me, yanking me up and down, making sure I felt every inch of him as he f****d hard.
My head hit the headboard, then he shifted, dragging me toward the wall. He pinned me there, his weight crushing me against the cold surface while his lower body kept slamming into mine.
"Oh f**k! Oh f**k!" I was yelling now, my fingers digging into his back, my eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure started to feel like it was drowning me.
Derek let out a low, guttural moan against my neck. "f**k, you are so tight."
The room was full of the sound of us, the wet slaps, the heavy breathing, the bed creaking under the pressure. It was raw. It was messy. It felt like we were tearing each other apart. My vision was swimming again, but this time it wasn't because of my eyes. It was because the feeling was too much.
Minutes later, it happened. We both released together, a messy, shaking explosion that left me completely drained. We slumped against each other, pinned between the wall and the bed, just breathing, our skin slick with sweat.
Then, the silence hit.
The fog in my brain cleared, and the weight of the last ten minutes landed on me like a ton of bricks. I pushed him. Hard.
"Oh God," I said, my voice trembling. I scrambled to find my pants on the floor, my hands shaking so bad I could barely grip the zipper and you know what's funny? My vision was blurry again. Back to blind Gabriel after s*x.
Derek just sat there, looking at me. "What?"
"We just committed a sin," I snapped. I felt sick. We were supposed to be family.
Derek let out a dry laugh, stretching his arms back. "Right. And you just realized this now? Not when you were moaning loudly?"
I ignored the jab. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't look at the bed. "Derek, this should be the first and last time we do this. We can't do it ever again. Never."
The room went cold. Derek didn't laugh this time. He stood up, his height looming over me again. "No. No way."
"Derek....."
"You are mine now. Mine," he hissed, stepping into my space. "Get that into your ginger skull."
He didn't wait for me to respond. He just turned on his heel and walked into the bathroom, stretching his body nonchalantly, like he had just finished a workout or won some kind of trophy. He didn't look guilty. He didn't look worried.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the blurry closed bathroom door, feeling the ache in my body and the absolute wreck of my life. He had claimed me. And the worst part? ..........
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