Chapter 29

Chapter 29
Gabriel positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock teasing against her slick heat, making Joslyn’s breath seize in her throat. She could feel him right there, so close, the anticipation building between them like a live wire.

“Last chance to back out, baby,” he said, though his voice was strained with desperation. His forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. “Because after this, I will never be able to let you go. Never.”

Joslyn’s answer came when she lifted her hips and simultaneously slid her hands down his back to grip his ass, the action causing his tip to notch into her core. They both gasped at the same time, before Joslyn spoke with a shuddering breath, “I’m not backing out, Gabriel. Not anymore. I need you, please.”

A low, wrecked sound escaped Gabriel’s throat. “I love hearing you say that,” he murmured, and then he was pushing inside her, slow and deliberate, inch by agonizing inch. The moment seemed to drag for what felt like a lifetime until finally, their hips were pressed right into each other, and neither could tell where one person ended and the other began.

Joslyn gasped at the stretch and the complete fullness she felt as her nails dug into his ass cheeks. He was long and thick, and the sensation of him sliding deep inside her had her eyes fluttering shut and her mouth falling open on a silent moan.

“Fuck,” Gabriel groaned, his voice breaking on the word. He stilled for a moment, letting her adjust while his body trembled with the effort it took to restrain himself. “You feel—fucking hell, Joslyn. You feel like heaven. So fucking tight and perfect around me.”

Joslyn whimpered, trying to get used to the feeling of being oh-so-deliciously full. “Did you get…bigger over the years? You feel bigger than I remember.”

A smug smirk raised a corner of Gabriel’s lips at her words. “Oh yeah?” he murmured playfully, leaning down to take her mouth in a quick kiss that left her breathless by the time he pulled away. “Good job with stroking my ego, baby.”

Joslyn hummed, rolling her hips against his as she urged, “Gabriel… move, please.”

He didn't need to be told twice.

He pulled out slowly, almost torturously, before snapping his hips forward in a sudden thrust that had Joslyn crying out. Gabriel proceeded to set a rhythm that was equal parts punishing and reverent—deep, intentional strokes that hit something profound inside her with every drive of his hips.

"You have no idea," he gritted out, his mouth lowering to her breast, "how many nights I laid awake imagining this. Imagining the sound of you moaning and writhing underneath me. The way you'd clench around me like you're doing right now."

Joslyn's answer was a shattered moan as he angled his hips, hitting the spot inside of her that made stars burst behind her eyelids.

"That's it," Gabriel growled, his pace quickening as he lapped at her breasts, nipping alternately between both nipples. "That's the spot, isn't it, sweetheart? I can feel you fluttering around me. You're so close already, aren't you?"

"Gabriel—" she gasped, her fingers fisting in his hair to pull him up to her.

He kissed her again messily, all tongue and teeth and desperate hunger, before pulling back to watch her face contort with pleasure. "I want to watch you come undone," he murmured, his voice a filthy caress. "I want to feel you soak my cock while you scream my name."

His hand slipped between their bodies, thumb finding her clit and pressing in tight circles that had Joslyn's back bowing off the bed. The dual sensation was overwhelming—his thick length pounding into her while his thumb worked her sensitive bundle of nerves and his intense, dark eyes pinned her in place.

"I'm—oh fuck, Gabriel, I'm going to—"

"Not yet." He said, his voice commanding yet tender as his thumb eased off just enough to keep her teetering on the edge. "Not until I say so, baby."

Joslyn whimpered in protest, but Gabriel quietened her with a kiss, then pulled out entirely, earning a squeal of shock from her when he suddenly flipped her onto her stomach and hauled her hips up before driving back into her from behind with a groan that was pure male satisfaction.

"Fuckk, baby, the view from here," he breathed, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. "You're so beautiful like this. Every single part of you is. And you’re all mine—completely mine."

Joslyn buried her face in the pillow, muffling her cries as he drove deeper, harder, hitting new depths that had her seeing white. Gabriel leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back, his lips finding her ear.

"Don't hide from me," he muttered, voice rough and ragged. "I want to hear every sound you make. Every little whimper. Every time I make you feel so good you can't think straight."

He reached around, palming her breast and pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp as she rose on her hands. Then he turned her face toward his, capturing her mouth in a sloppy, passionate kiss that left them panting.

"Touch yourself," he ordered against her lips. "I want to feel you fall apart around me."

Joslyn's hand immediately slid down between her legs, and the moment her fingers began rubbing her clit, she knew she was done for. Gabriel's movements never faltered, his hips slapping against hers in a primal rhythm that echoed through the room.

"That's it," he growled. "That's my good girl. Let go, Joslyn. Come for me. Now."

The command finally drove her off the edge.

Joslyn came with a loud cry that was half his name and half a broken sob, her pussy clenching around his cock in pulsing waves that milked him relentlessly. Gabriel moaned, his own control snapping as he drove into her one last time before pulling out and spilling his cum all over her ass with a groan that caused his whole being to shudder.

"Fuck—yes, baby."

He collapsed over her, careful not to crush her, his chest heaving against her back. For a long moment, neither of them moved—just breathing and existing in the aftershocks of what they'd just done.

Then Gabriel shifted and pulled out of her slowly, making Joslyn whimper at the sudden emptiness. He rolled her onto her back so they were looking into each other’s eyes, his gaze soft now, the hunger and desire banked into something warmer.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tender and concerned as his hand cupped her cheek. “Was I too rough?”

Joslyn shook her head, a lazy smile curving her lips as she looped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. “You were perfect, Gabriel. And I’m more than okay.”

Gabriel kissed her then—not the desperate, hungry kisses of before, but something slower, deeper. A kiss that said ‘I've got you, I'm not going anywhere’. His tongue swept against hers in a languid dance, and Joslyn couldn’t help but melt into it, her hands sliding down to cradle his jaw.

“Stay the night?” she whispered against his lips, sounding uncertain.

"Wasn't planning on leaving unless you asked me to," he murmured back in assurance. “I’ve been trying to stay by your side for months now, Joslyn, and now that I finally have the chance to, I’m not going anywhere.”

Then he gave her a lingering kiss on the forehead before rolling off the bed and disappearing into the en suite bathroom. A moment later, Gabriel returned with a warm, damp cloth, and Joslyn felt her heart swell at the sight and feel of him so carefully, tenderly cleaning the mess he had made on her butt and between her thighs. His touch was reverent, and Joslyn felt like she was being worshipped as she watched him through hooded eyes, her heart beating a dangerous tune in her chest.

When he was done, he tossed the cloth aside, climbed back into bed, and gathered her into his arms, pulling the duvet over both of them. Joslyn nestled against his chest, her head finding its natural place tucked under his chin, and she could hear the steady, reassuring thump of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

"That was..." she started, but words failed her.

Gabriel pressed another kiss to her forehead, his arms tightening around her. "Yeah," he agreed softly. "It was."

His fingers traced lazy patterns on her back, up and down her spine, even massaging her scalp, and Joslyn felt the exhaustion of the day—and the night—settling over her like a warm blanket. Her eyelids grew heavy though she fought to keep them open, not wanting to miss a single second of this.

“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” Gabriel murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “I'll be right here when you wake up.”

"You promise?" She asked, her voice small and sleepy.

Gabriel tilted her chin up, kissing her once more—soft, lingering, and full of unspoken promises. "I promise."

Joslyn smiled against his lips, and then let herself drift off, her breathing evening out as sleep claimed her. Gabriel watched her for a long while, his thumb stroking her cheek, his heart full to bursting with something he hadn't dared to name until now.

When her soft snores finally filled the silence, he pressed one last kiss to her hair and whispered into the dark:

“I love you, Joslyn.”

Gabriel’s chest lightened as the words escaped him, and although he knew he couldn’t say them to her yet due to the bridge they still needed to cross, he felt hopeful that they were finally taking the steps to getting there. And thus with an auspicious smile, he pulled her closer, wrapped himself around her like a shield against the world, and let himself fall asleep right alongside her—for the first time since they had met years back, truly at peace.