naked.
The information filtered through the chaos of
her thoughts to that one coherent whole. She didn’t know why he
was--didn’t care. The relief alone of seeing him was enough to make
her feel giddy. That he was naked changed everything, heightened
senses that had been blunted previously by unease.
She was scared, yes, but it didn’t stop her
brain from functioning, stop her eyes from taking in every glorious
inch. She wanted to tell him to get her the fuck out of there, but
she hadn’t moved past her initial shock at seeing him nude. It was
her first time seeing him with nothing to bar her view. The
adrenaline pumping through her system, the fear of before, it
rushed in her head, made her careless, intoxicated. He’d looked
good before. He was devastating now. So much skin, so bronze and
beautiful. Muscles, everywhere, gleaming with droplets of water
running in beads down his skin like liquid gold.
She wanted to feel him against her. Cold
shock chilled her, made her shudder with appalling weakness. She’d
never felt so needy in all her life. She should’ve been outraged,
horrified at the turn of her thoughts, but all she wanted to do was
feel his heat inside her, until it thawed every pore and banished
the chill seeping from her marrow.
She wanted to look down, see all of him, but she couldn’t. She
wasn’t ready, knew she should die on the spot for daring to think
of sex at a time like this. She tore her gaze away from his belly
up to his face. Hair clung damply to his neck and cheekbones. What
captured her attention was the expression on his face--drawn, hard,
his jaw clenched until the muscles stood out. Black stubble
shadowed his face, lending him a rough, untamed look she hadn’t
seen before.
But his eyes ... they were hunted, wild and
fierce. His black eyebrows were drawn down to two hard, straight
lines. He looked ... haunted.
Fear shot through her once again, more potent
now than ever before. What gave him that look? What had he done?
What had they done to him? It terrified her to even think of it.
The charming rogue of before looked vanished, wiped away and
replaced by a savage stranger with hungry eyes that saw too
much.
He dropped suddenly to his knees before her,
kneeling at her feet as he untied her ankles. The binding came free
and she rotated the joint, drawing her legs up as he moved forward
between her legs.
Her breathing grew harsher the closer he
came. Heat radiated off of him, until it felt like he touched her,
pressed intimately against her skin. She flinched as he drew closer
... could practically feel the head of his cock looming close to
her sex. A spasm seized her cleft, drenching her with sudden,
liquid lust. God, she wanted it so badly. She was tired of
fighting, tired of running. Her clit throbbed with aching need so
fierce, she thought she would die from it.
He stopped a moment, his nostrils flaring as
his breath quickened, as though he could smell her arousal. He held
her gaze steadily for heart stopping seconds. She saw war in his
eyes, a battle that waged for control. His face went tight with
need, his jaw tense. His lids lowered, heavy with carnal appetite.
Lust glittered in his eyes, quickly masked as he dropped his
gaze.
She’d seen it, knew that he sought to hide
his need, but he couldn’t hide the potency of his desire from her.
Danger had heightened her senses, until she could feel the hunger
emanating from him, practically hear the blood rush to engorge his
length.
He said nothing as he leaned close and
reached around her head. She felt like she would melt into the pole
at that heated flesh so close to her own. Her skin tingled, her
nipples tightened, like buds seeking the warmth of his skin. He
removed the gag before moving to her hands, acting as though
nothing had changed, that he couldn’t sense the begging of her
body.
“Oh god, Gabriel,” she whispered, trying to
find the strength of her voice. Her lips
The information filtered through the chaos of
her thoughts to that one coherent whole. She didn’t know why he
was--didn’t care. The relief alone of seeing him was enough to make
her feel giddy. That he was naked changed everything, heightened
senses that had been blunted previously by unease.
She was scared, yes, but it didn’t stop her
brain from functioning, stop her eyes from taking in every glorious
inch. She wanted to tell him to get her the fuck out of there, but
she hadn’t moved past her initial shock at seeing him nude. It was
her first time seeing him with nothing to bar her view. The
adrenaline pumping through her system, the fear of before, it
rushed in her head, made her careless, intoxicated. He’d looked
good before. He was devastating now. So much skin, so bronze and
beautiful. Muscles, everywhere, gleaming with droplets of water
running in beads down his skin like liquid gold.
She wanted to feel him against her. Cold
shock chilled her, made her shudder with appalling weakness. She’d
never felt so needy in all her life. She should’ve been outraged,
horrified at the turn of her thoughts, but all she wanted to do was
feel his heat inside her, until it thawed every pore and banished
the chill seeping from her marrow.
She wanted to look down, see all of him, but she couldn’t. She
wasn’t ready, knew she should die on the spot for daring to think
of sex at a time like this. She tore her gaze away from his belly
up to his face. Hair clung damply to his neck and cheekbones. What
captured her attention was the expression on his face--drawn, hard,
his jaw clenched until the muscles stood out. Black stubble
shadowed his face, lending him a rough, untamed look she hadn’t
seen before.
But his eyes ... they were hunted, wild and
fierce. His black eyebrows were drawn down to two hard, straight
lines. He looked ... haunted.
Fear shot through her once again, more potent
now than ever before. What gave him that look? What had he done?
What had they done to him? It terrified her to even think of it.
The charming rogue of before looked vanished, wiped away and
replaced by a savage stranger with hungry eyes that saw too
much.
He dropped suddenly to his knees before her,
kneeling at her feet as he untied her ankles. The binding came free
and she rotated the joint, drawing her legs up as he moved forward
between her legs.
Her breathing grew harsher the closer he
came. Heat radiated off of him, until it felt like he touched her,
pressed intimately against her skin. She flinched as he drew closer
... could practically feel the head of his cock looming close to
her sex. A spasm seized her cleft, drenching her with sudden,
liquid lust. God, she wanted it so badly. She was tired of
fighting, tired of running. Her clit throbbed with aching need so
fierce, she thought she would die from it.
He stopped a moment, his nostrils flaring as
his breath quickened, as though he could smell her arousal. He held
her gaze steadily for heart stopping seconds. She saw war in his
eyes, a battle that waged for control. His face went tight with
need, his jaw tense. His lids lowered, heavy with carnal appetite.
Lust glittered in his eyes, quickly masked as he dropped his
gaze.
She’d seen it, knew that he sought to hide
his need, but he couldn’t hide the potency of his desire from her.
Danger had heightened her senses, until she could feel the hunger
emanating from him, practically hear the blood rush to engorge his
length.
He said nothing as he leaned close and
reached around her head. She felt like she would melt into the pole
at that heated flesh so close to her own. Her skin tingled, her
nipples tightened, like buds seeking the warmth of his skin. He
removed the gag before moving to her hands, acting as though
nothing had changed, that he couldn’t sense the begging of her
body.
“Oh god, Gabriel,” she whispered, trying to
find the strength of her voice. Her lips
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