Chapter 63

Leonardo Cooper

I get up from the couch, taking Gabriel with me, holding his waist firmly against mine. He chuckles softly against my mouth but doesn’t resist when I pull him by the hand toward the bedroom.

His robe slides off his shoulders and falls to the floor on the way, leaving him in nothing but that sinful red lingerie that highlights every curve, every line of his body I already know by heart—but never tire of rediscovering.

I push the bedroom door open with my shoulder, not taking my eyes off him for a second. He walks backward, eyes gleaming under the soft light that fills the room.

Each step is a silent provocation, a dangerous invitation I’d already accepted long before we ever crossed this line.

When the back of his legs touch the edge of the bed, I seize the moment to get closer again, my fingers brushing over his exposed skin. The lingerie hugs his waist and dips boldly, revealing the delicious curve of his ass that’s taken my breath away more times than I can count.

I run my hand down his back, slowly trailing until I grip the back of his thighs and pull Gabriel against me, feeling his breath catch.

— You're a walking sin — I murmur against his ear, my voice husky, thick with everything he stirs in me.

He bites his lip, that wicked smile only he can pull off, and looks at me over his shoulder.

— Then sin with me — he whispers, his voice low, pure temptation.

I don’t need any more encouragement.

I lay him carefully on the mattress, as if handling something too precious to be treated roughly. He shifts under the sheets, his whole body a shameless invitation that makes my blood boil.

I climb onto the bed, positioning myself over him, and start placing slow, lingering kisses along his jawline, down his neck, savoring the soft, warm skin.

Gabriel arches beneath me, letting out sighs that I want to burn into memory.

My hands slide over the lingerie, exploring the lace that barely hides the most beautiful parts of him. I feel his body respond to every touch, every kiss, and it drives me completely insane.

He cups my face with both hands and pulls me into another deep, urgent kiss. Our tongues dance together in a rhythm only we understand. I feel his body move beneath mine, seeking more contact, more friction, more of us tangled in every way possible.

I trail my hand down to the curve of his ass again, caressing more firmly, hearing him moan into my mouth.

I grip, explore, savor every reaction, every involuntary shiver from his surrendered body.

— This lingerie… — I whisper between kisses, sliding my fingertips along the thin strap of the thong — It’s a gift from the gods.

Gabriel chuckles softly, provocatively, and shifts beneath me, purposefully grinding his hips against mine, driving me even crazier.

— You haven’t seen everything I can do with it — he teases, his voice laced with promises that make me almost lose control.

My hands explore every inch of exposed skin. My mouth follows a slow, dangerous path, kissing his abdomen, the side of his waist, until I reach the waistband of the lingerie.

He moans again, a rough, indecent sound that makes the entire room feel too small for so much desire.

His eyes meet mine—intense, filled with anticipation and something more… something that goes far beyond lust.

I pause for a moment, taking him in—lying there, completely mine, body and soul—and I realize it’s not just the physical that draws me to him. It’s everything. The laughter, the intelligence, the courage to be vulnerable… Gabriel is my sweetest and deadliest addiction.

— I want you — I say, pressing my forehead to his, feeling our hearts race out of sync, too fast to pretend this is just physical.

— Then take me, Leo — he whispers, voice soaked in surrender.

And I do. With all the hunger, all the passion, all the devotion he ignites in me.

I feel his body tremble under my hands, and in that instant, all reason vanishes. There’s no room for patience, for restrained romance.

Only this savage hunger Gabriel awakens inside me.

— You have no idea what you do to me — I murmur, dragging my tongue along the curve of his neck before gently sinking my teeth into his skin, marking him like something that belongs to me.

Gabriel arches his hips, pressing his body against mine. The red lingerie becomes even more provocative between us, a delicious torture that’s already unraveling the control I swore I’d keep.

I grip his thighs, spreading him for me with measured roughness, as if needing to make sure he’s mine—all mine.

A low moan escapes his throat, and it only fuels the primal side of me even more.

— You’re mine, Gabriel — I growl between kisses, my voice thick with possession, sliding my palm over the perfect curve of his ass, still covered by the fine lace. — Only mine. Got it?

He lets out a low, mocking laugh, looking at me with those bright, lust-filled eyes.

— Then show me, boss — he taunts, biting his own lip on purpose.

I lose it completely.

I pin his body to the mattress, holding his wrists above his head with one hand while the other rips a path through the lingerie, yanking the bold piece aside with roughness, exposing him even more to me.

I see the glint of arousal mixed with submission in his eyes, and it drives me absolutely wild.

My mouth descends, tracing a heated path across his skin, leaving trails of desire drawn with my tongue. Every shiver I pull from him is another spark to the wildfire burning inside me.

Without asking for permission, I explore his body the way I know he likes it—intensely, slowly, but with a savage hunger that only grows with each gasp that escapes his swollen lips.

— This lingerie was made for you, my angel — I whisper against his skin, biting the side of his thigh before moving back up, positioning myself between his legs.

Gabriel moans my name, writhing beneath me, and it only sets my chest ablaze even more.

With a quick motion, I flip him onto his stomach, exposing the perfect view of his body fully offered to me. The lingerie barely covers anything, and the thong disappears between his curves like a promise I intend to fulfill to the last drop.

— Look at what’s mine — I murmur, caressing his ass firmly before giving it a sharp smack that makes Gabriel moan loud.

He turns slightly, giving me a look that mixes desire with provocation.

— You’re gonna worship me even more after this — I growl, gripping his thighs and pulling him back against me like every inch between us was a personal offense.

My body molds perfectly to his, and it’s like the outside world simply stops existing. Just Gabriel, his warm skin, his rough moans, and this wild, visceral connection that consumes everything around us.

I hold his waist tightly and start to move slowly, teasing, torturing. I want to see him beg, want to memorize every sound, every shudder, every plea he whispers in his hoarse, pleasure-drenched voice.

He tries to hold back, but I know Gabriel too well. I know how to draw out every desperate sigh, every needy moan he tries to suppress.

And I have no intention of letting him slip away this time.

I lean forward, bringing my mouth to his ear.

— Tonight, you're mine. All of you — I whisper with a wicked smile. — And I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name.

He melts beneath me, moaning shamelessly, surrendering completely.

And I keep every word.

With deep, possessive thrusts, pulling from him the most obscene and beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.

The heat between us becomes unbearable, an explosion of bodies, desire, and silent promises that don’t need to be spoken.

Lost in each other, until there’s nothing left but the two of us—blended in body and soul.