GABRIEL
I looked down at my mate, the weight of her emotions flickering in her gaze—softness, surrender, need. A quiet pride settled in my chest. I had stripped away her fear, calmed her storm, and filled her with nothing but pleasure and want.
Now, she lay beneath me—beautiful, bare, and wholly mine.
I moved inside her slowly at first, savouring the tight, wet heat that wrapped around me like she was made for this. Made for me. My lips trailed over her breasts, tasting her soft skin, teasing her n*****s with my tongue. Her back arched, and I took my time, worshipping her the way I’d always imagined.
Each thrust drove deeper than just flesh—it hit somewhere spiritual. Her breath hitched. Her fingers gripped my arms. The way she looked at me… like I was the only thing that existed.
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