Gabriel eased Amelie back onto the mattress, careful and deliberate, making sure not to press against the gentle curve of her baby bump. He hovered at her side, his eyes never leaving hers, as if reassuring her that even in his hunger, she was safe in his arms.
"You weren’t supposed to tear my—" Her protest broke off in a gasp as his mouth claimed hers in a deep, searing kiss. His hand cupped her breast, kneading softly, drawing a needy arch from her body. Heat pooled in her belly as his lips trailed downward, mapping her skin with slow, burning kisses that made her shiver with anticipation.
"Mmm... ngh..." A chorus of breathless moans spilled from her lips when his mouth closed around her other breast, sucking greedily while his thumb rolled over the sensitive peak of the first. Pleasure sparked through her veins, leaving her trembling.
"Gabriel..." Amelie gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair. "You know I’m ready for you... stop tormenting me." Her voice broke with longing, her hand pressing against her forehead as if trying to contain the storm inside her.
"I know..." he murmured against her skin, his voice rough, reverent. With a final, lingering kiss, he released her breast and slid lower, settling himself between her thighs.
His gaze darkened as he removed the last barrier that kept her hidden from him. Slowly, deliberately, he slipped two fingers inside her, groaning at how easily she welcomed him.
"You are indeed ready, Amelie," Gabriel murmured, licking his fingers slowly as his eyes darkened with desire.
Her cheeks flamed. "Hey... that’s dirty," she whispered, trying to avert her gaze.
"It wasn’t," he countered huskily, his eyes glowing like embers threatening to set her aflame.
"Please... put it in," Amelie pleaded, her voice trembling with need.
"I have to be gentle with you," Gabriel said. He removed his pants and briefs, freeing himself. Amelie’s breath caught when she saw him, still impossibly hard, as though her touch hadn’t eased him at all.
Her heart raced, and her blush deepened when he pressed forward. With one controlled thrust, Gabriel slid into her warmth, swallowing both of their moans into a kiss. His hands caught her arms, and in one swift motion, he pulled her upright and guided her onto his lap, settling her astride him.
"This way..." he whispered against her lips, his large hands steadying her hips. "It’s safer for you, and for our pup."
Amelie clung to his shoulders, her body trembling as she adjusted to him, her legs tightening around him while his gaze burned into hers. And when he called Noa their pup, her heart fluttered even more than before.
His lips found her earlobe, sucking on it while his hold on her hips remained gentle. A few moments later, her lay his head against the headboard.
His lips closed over her earlobe, teasing it with gentle sucks before releasing it, his hands still steady on her hips. A low groan escaped him as he leaned back against the headboard, eyes dark with possession.
"Ride me, Amelie," Gabriel whispered, his tone a mix of command and worship. "Do what you wanted to do earlier. This isn’t over yet, Mate."
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