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“Don’t. Stop.” As soon as the words are uttered my mouth is on his and it’s my turn to taste him.

He grunts an incoherent noise and then I’m flying, landing in the middle of my unmade bed, arms and legs splayed out like a big, red starfish.

“I don’t deserve you, Brenna.”

“I don’t care.”

A smile plays on his lips, but I notice the furrow in his brow. “I - I’m not always a good man. Sometimes I do things, dark things.” he looks away, avoiding my gaze.

I move to sit on my knees, watching Gabe. Reading Gabe. “Gabe, look at me.”

His gaze meets mine, and that’s when I see it. The uncertainty. The little boy who always wanted to fit in and never did.

Swallowing, I search for the right words and then decide that whatever I say, from the heart, that’s the right words.

“Gabe, before I met you, I never really fit in anywhere. But with you? I fit.” That’s all I need to say because I see it. I see when the words land and I see when he squares his shoulders and determination and even a little pride fill his gaze.

“We fit,” is all he says before he places one knee on the bed, then the next until I’m laid back and he’s hovering above me. “I’m going to love you now, Bren.”

“Perfect timing, Gabe.”

Gabriel

My heart stutters in my chest as I gaze down at Brenna. She’s so smart, funny, kind and fucking breathtakingly beautiful. The thought that me, the sad haunted kid, gets to lay hands on something so precious blows my mind. But, I’m a greedy man, and I take what I want and what I want is Brenna. To the depths of my soul, I want her. Need her.

I start from her dainty foot, running my thumb up her arch, her groan hitting me directly in the cock. Gently trailing my fingers up her firm calf, I marvel at the way every touch seems to vibrate through me like electricity. Every moment with Brenna should be new, exciting, and while it is, it feels like so much more. So big in fact that it steals my breath away.

“Gabe,” Brenna moans, her eyes rolling closed as she squirms on the bed.

My woman is hurting for my touch and I’m stuck here in my mind. No more, she needs me. Leaning forward I trail my lips gently up her thigh, but I need more. I need to taste her. My kisses turn wetter, open mouthed as I make my way to where her hip meets her thigh. Her little shorts are no match for me as I tug the gusset aside, a low growl ripping from my chest when I’m met with the most perfect, candy pink pussy I’ve ever seen.

“Brenna?”

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice breaking slightly.

“If this isn't what you want,” I clear my throat, “if a life with me isn't what you want, stop me now.” I swallow, my gut churning.

If I taste her, any part of her, I’ll belong to her. I can’t imagine being with anyone other than the bubbly redhead. I can’t imagine life with anyone else. No one in my history, of people either alive or dead, has made me feel as complete as Brenna does.

“I know it’s fast, I know that you probably need more time, I know that I’m no-”

“Gabriel?” She leans up, cupping my face in her soft hands, her blue gaze searching mine. The longer she looks at me the more she glows and I just know, Brenna is more powerful, more gifted than I ever thought possible. “Make me yours.”

She presses her lips against my forehead before lying back, wriggling her hips at me with an impish grin on her face.

Well, shit. Who am I to deny her? I lean forward, running the tip of my nose over her swollen clit, revelling in her little whimpers and gasps as my tongue licks a stripe from her ass to her clit.

“Gabe!”

“I’ve got you baby,” I reply, diving in for another taste of her sweet nectar.

“No, stop, wait, Gabe!” She frantically taps on the top of my head.

“Babe?”

“Grammy’s not here, is she?” She asks, her hazy gaze searching the room.

I want to laugh at the absurdity, but I also know that souls don't give a shit whether I’m busy or not so I take a furtive glance around.