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Then she said she was ‘planning.’
Planning to do what? Leave him? Leave this life behind. Runaway with me? What if I’m not ready for that? I have my own problems to think about. Maybe I don’t need her messing it all up for me. I need one hundred percent focus, and falling in love with Gabriella is quickly shifting that to a place I’m not sure I want to explore.
My thoughts give me whiplash. My momentary lapse of feeling sorry for her is shadowed by anger. How dare she fucking accuse me of messing it all up? I’m going to fucking tell her how wrong she is. I’m not messing up what is already a colossal fuckup.
Pulling the door open, I stop dead in my tracks. Gabriella’s leaning against the frame, splotchy skin from the tears escaping her beautiful eyes. Her chin trembles, her head fallen as she stares bleakly at the floor.
Releasing a heavy sigh, my hand extends out to hers, lacing my fingers until she’s in my grip. We say no words, the silence between us louder than our shouts from moments ago.
I can’t resist anymore.
She’s broken down my walls and crawled her way inside to a place no other woman has.
And now, I refuse to hold back.
I want her. All of her.
I pull her back inside the room, and with the door closing behind us, I’m ready to fight for what should be mine.
Not Prince Charming’s.
Not anyone else’s.
Simply all mine.
Nineteen
Gabriella
In a heated moment, every kiss becomes harder, more aggressive, and demanding.
Oliver wants to own me, but in a way I never knew I wanted to be owned. His commands are selfish. He wants to explore every part of me as if time is running out.
We are just beginning.
Against the wall, beside the door, I crumple beneath his touch. Every forbidden lick and caress of my heated skin causes me to moan louder between our heavy kisses sending me into oblivion.
He breathes my name, “Gabriella.” Each syllable dragging against his lips with an animalistic growl that lingers as he lowers himself down my body, kissing the sweet spot between my breasts.
I beg him to come back to my mouth but swiftly change my mind as he nudges his lips against my bra, toying with my nipples above my blouse.
His hand wanders down my chest, across my stomach, and rests on my thighs. My skirt is raised, sitting around my hips, exposing between my legs. My breath hitches as Oliver clutches my wrist, throwing me on the bed. I squeal in delight as my head hits the pillow, obeying him without thought or hesitation, oblivious to anything outside this room.
“We have all night,” he whispers against my earlobe, leaning forward and rubbing his hard cock against my backside.
Our clothing has become an obstacle, and the second I hear his belt clink against the floor, I suck in a deep breath to control the raging fire inside me.
A piece of him remained forbidden until now.
It’s as if we’ve been waiting a lifetime, trapped in our own dilemmas, too blind to see what is missing. I no longer care about anything else in this world besides him. There will be no stopping now.
I wait with bated breath, anticipating his next move and touch. His palms graze against my backside, tracing the contours like a map and making me moan in delight. My body rocks back and forth at a slow pace, desperately waiting for him to enter me whole and fill me up.
“Do you know how much I’ve fantasized over you? Just like this,” he grunts, followed by a small smack against my heated skin. I yelp at the sensation, surprised at how much it turns me on and heightens my senses. I silently beg him for more, pushing myself back into Oliver and grinding against him.
“The same as I’ve fantasized over you.”
With my skirt pushed up against my waist, he gently pulls my panties down, the lacy fabric gliding against my sensitive skin. He takes a moment to spread my legs and stare between them, then tells me exactly what he’s going to do.
