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He kissed me softly on the mouth, then trailed gentle kisses over my ear and down my throat. He moved lower, peppering the top of my breasts with chaste kisses. Instinctively, I widened my legs, and his hands slid up my thighs under the fabric of my dress. His mouth returned to mine, and I moaned as he nibbled my bottom lip.
“I thought about what you might sound like,” he whispered against my lips. “When I do this.”
Suddenly, he laid his hand against the damp fabric of my underwear. Even just the simple touch of his hand flat against my sex sent me reeling, and I ground against his hand and whimpered. He slipped two fingers into my panties and gently caressed the folds of my pussy before slipping them easily inside of me. His hand was room temperature, not unpleasantly cold or hot, and I felt painfully tight against even just two of his fingers.
“Fuck,” I hissed, furiously grabbing my dress and bunching it up in my hands. We broke apart our kiss to both look at his hand. There was something about watching him pleasure me that turned me on even more, and judging by the dark, hungry look in Gabe’s eyes, I wasn’t alone. Moving the fabric I held to one side, I ran my hand down the front of my body and watched his eyes follow its movements. I slid my hand into my underwear and rubbed my clit slowly, flicking my gaze between his dark eyes and his hand as it teased in and out of my opening.
I nodded and raised my hips again. His fingers left me, and I felt abandoned and cold for only a moment. Gabe slid my underwear down my legs slowly, like he was unwrapping a present, savoring each inch. When he was done, he spread my thighs a little wider and looked down at my naked lower half with longing. Seeing the raw look of want on his face made my throbbing pulse even more powerful. I ran my hand down my body again and played with myself some more, then bit my lip and tried to calm my nerves. I wasn’t exactly vanilla in the bedroom, but something about this felt decidedly more sexual than anything I’d ever done. Gabe’s gaze made me feel powerful in a way that other men didn’t bring out of me. He seemed… honored to be able to look at me—even touch me. All my life, I’d been missing this component in sex and relationships. Despite the walls he’d desperately tried to keep up all day, Gabe was vulnerable. I could shatter him, I could own him, and he wanted me to know it.
He suddenly pulled his fingers out of me and held them up to his mouth. I watched, transfixed, as he licked them clean.
“I wanted to taste you too,” he said softly. “You’re even sweeter than I expected.”
“I think…” I panted, tossing my head back a little. “I think you might be perfect.”
“Far from it, Marnie,” he whispered, and for a second, I saw sadness flit across his features.
I reached out to him, wanting to wipe away whatever thought he’d had. He kissed me again, and as he did, he sent his fingers back down and massaged my clit. He kissed me slowly, using his tongue to mirror the movements of his fingers. I couldn’t help but arch my hips forward and grind against his hand. I was desperate. Within moments, my orgasm roiled and grew in my belly like a gathering storm. He broke apart our kiss so he could watch all the ways I melted underneath his touch. His dark eyes glittered, and I didn’t know if I wanted to watch his hand or his face more as my peak reached its apex.
My orgasm finally tore out of me with a loud cry, and Gabe immediately clapped his free hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. I bucked and twitched beneath his hand. Sensations more powerful than I’d ever felt washed over me, and the way he drank in the sight of me moving against him was worshipful. The feeling of his hand against my mouth, like the chain he’d put around my neck, was a claim on me. It said that for as long as we were together, I was his.
I was shocked by how much I loved the idea.
When we were finished, he took my legs and lifted them back onto the bed. Wordlessly, he rolled me onto my side and fit himself around the curve of my back, holding me against him. I felt that familiar home sensation once again, along with something else… something that had eluded me even on Earth.
Safety.
I felt safe against Gabe. He was stable. He was there for me.
It had only taken a dead man to show me how bad living men could be.
14
GABRIEL
I woke up the next morning with the sun wrapped in my arms. My face was buried in her purple hair, and she was so warm she felt like a ball of fire against my cold body.
But as much as I wanted to rejoice, as much as it felt like Heaven… we were still in Hell. And I still hadn’t admitted to her how she’d gotten here. I felt the hard walls around my heart attempt to build themselves back up again, even as I marveled at how soft she was… how lucky I was.
“Mmm,” she said, stirring softly. “Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I said, my voice tenser than I wanted.
She immediately sensed it and sat up with a frown. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes widened as she stared down at me. “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten some post-nut clarity?!”
I hated the slight bite of panic in her voice, and I sat up and tried to assure her with my expression, but I also didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. “What… What even is that?”
She bit her lip. “It’s like… after you orgasm, you get all sorts of rational feelings back, and you realize why something was a bad idea. But… you didn’t nut, er, orgasm. It’s sorta like a walk of shame, too? But I guess you don’t know that either. What did you call like… sexual regret in the fifties or whatever?”
She was rambling a little, and it was painfully endearing.
I smiled wryly. “In the fifties, we always had sexual regret. We were pretty repressed. And when we were too un-repressed, we just ended up with babies.” I kissed her softly, hoping to stave off another waterfall of words. “And any regrets I have, they have nothing to do with you.”
I swung my legs over the bed and made to stand, but she quickly tugged on my arm and yanked me back toward her.
She was still frowning. “But wait, so you do have regrets, though?”
I raked a hand through my hair, not sure of how to both stop sticking my foot in my mouth and fix my faux pas. “Marnie… I am not someone you want to be involved with, okay? And I meant what I said. The second circle is going to be hard to cross, and I can’t tell yet if last night will make it better or worse. I want you… I’m risking my standing and my job in Hell to spend time with you and get you home.”
