Chapter 16

I’d imagined running my hands through Gabriel’s chest countless times, so doing it felt surreal. His abs were even more perfect than I’d imagined, and they were all I could focus on while he kissed me, eliciting a smirk when he pulled away.

“You like my body, Freckles?”

My cheeks flushed, making him laugh as he lifted my tank top over my head and removed it completely. His eyes darkened.

“You’re not wearing a bra.”

“No girl wears a bra when she sleeps,” I mumbled weakly, but I sensed he wasn’t listening, given the intensity of his stare at my breasts.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” he murmured before kissing me again—a feather-light kiss—then pulling back.

“Touch me, Gabriel.” It was almost embarrassing to ask, and he didn’t immediately comply.

“I want to do way more than touch you, Freckles,” he said between kisses, his kisses trailing down from my lips to my neck as I tilted my head. His free hand cupped my left breast as his kisses continued downward, eventually taking my right breast into his mouth.

“Fuck,” I groaned as he sucked on my nipple while his hand squeezed my other breast, fingers pinching and flicking my nipple.

He released my breast only to return to kissing me, leaving me wanting more when his hands trailed downward, slipping inside my pajamas to squeeze my ass without removing them. I didn’t remember what underwear I was wearing, but he didn’t bother removing my pajamas. He slipped his hand inside both to squeeze my ass, one finger slipping further inside.

“Oh, you’re so wet.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He stopped kissing me, and I didn’t care. I threw my head back, my eyes closing as the tip of his index finger brushed against my clitoris, confirming how wet I was.

“Why are you wet, Freckles?”

I gasped as his index finger entered me without warning, the sudden jolt of pleasure and pain making my knees weak.

“Look at me,” he demanded, forcing me to open my eyes and meet his gaze. “Why are you wet?”

“For… for you.”

“Say it again. Louder.”

“I’m wet for you,” I repeated between gasps, trying to steady my breath while the tip of his finger remained inside me.

“Good girl.” He smirked. “You want more?”

I nodded hastily, wanting to push myself down to feel his finger move upward. I didn’t have to; he pushed his finger deeper, then moved it slowly.

“Don’t stop. Fuck. God. Please don’t stop.”

“Not God. Me. Take my name, Freckles.”

Chapter 16 (continued)

“Gabriel, please don’t stop,” I was begging. I would have found it embarrassing if I hadn’t wanted him to finger me so badly. But in that moment, all I could think of was his finger inside me, and I wanted more so desperately that I would have gotten on my knees if he’d asked.

He didn’t stop.

He was demanding, dominating, and experienced. Every time I moaned his name, he moved his finger faster, eventually adding a second finger. His free hand played with my breasts, and his lips alternated between kissing my lips and leaving trail kisses and bite marks around my neck. His hand left my breasts only to hold my waist when my legs started shaking so violently I could barely stand. I was shaking and trembling with pleasure, begging and moaning his name, and despite the cool temperature, I was sweaty by the time I reached my climax.

“Gabe—Gabriel,” I could barely speak; I was breathless. “I want to—I need to…”

“Come?” He finished the sentence for me, and I nodded, grunting as the pressure built inside me.

“You can come, Freckles.”

“Fuck,” I groaned as he pulled his fingers out and I came, all over his hand.

I leaned heavily against the wall, closing my eyes as my body went weak, jolting with pleasure. My hair was a mess, my body sticky, and I gasped for breath, realizing what a mess I looked—my top on the carpeted floor and my pajamas slightly askew since Gabriel had put his hand inside without removing them.

I would have loved to look more attractive if I’d known this was the night I’d be half-naked in front of my very hot husband, but somehow the mess I was in seemed to turn him on, judging by the bulge in his pants.

I opened my eyes to find Gabriel staring at me with a satisfied yet smug look, and my cheeks reddened as I avoided his gaze.

“Freckles? Look at me.” He called me, and gulping, I hesitantly obeyed.

His voice was low, a mere whisper. “I’m going to need you to remember how you were taking my name just minutes ago, and how you were shaking and trembling as I held you tonight. Can you do that?”

“Remember it…” My breath was still shaky. “Why?”

“When I told you I wasn’t sleeping with other women, if it wasn’t clear what I meant, I’ll say it for you this one time… You are not allowed to sleep with any other man either,” he demanded, his eyes dark, holding an emotion I couldn’t quite recognize. “So I need you to remember how I made you come all over my fingers, and that when you need this, you come to me. When you need more than this, you come to me. If you need anything at all, I am the man you come to.”

“I don’t share what belongs to me, Sofia,” he growled. “And for the next five months, that includes you.”