But Gabe…he was looking at me and only me. As if my breasts were the only ones he’d ever wanted.“These are beautiful. Tus tetas (your ti.ts)....so fucking perfect,” he murmured huskily, cupping them through my bra, thumb brushing over my nipples in a delicate caress.I arched towards him, needing h
“FU.CK!” I yelled when he ground his face against my folds, tongue darting in and out with a precision that sent euphoric ecstasy skating down my spine and making my toes curl.“Yaasss just like that,” I panted, throwing my head back as I was lost in the pleasure he was giving me.He knew exactly wh
My hands scraped down his chest, fingernails leaving scratch marks in their wake. I touched him with a sense of urgency and desperation, because I wanted him to know he was mine. No one could have him. His hardness pressed against my thigh, a silent reminder of what was about to happen very soon. No
“Oh, Gabe, yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, my body arching and shaking with the intensity of it all.I convulsed around him, pulling him deeper inside, the cool metal brushing my walls more firmly. Gabe grunted, his
**Gabe’s POV**The last few days had gone by like a blur. A beautiful blur in which I sometimes opened my eyes to stare at Evelina sleeping peacefully next to me just so I could reassure myself this was real and not an exquisite, perfect dream. We’d done nothing but lose ourselves in each other, my
Evelina's hands were planted firmly on the bed, her fingers digging into the sheets as I continued to pump into her. The sight of her beautiful, naked form was intoxicating, and I knew I could never tire of this view. "You're so beautiful," I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire. "I've never seen
“I would sooner claw my own heart out,” Vincent said solemnly. He shook his head with weary resignation. “Unfortunately the woman still is afraid of me. She’s…not receptive to my touch. But…I’m trying…” Vincent swallowed, looking at me hopefully. “I just have to be patient and show her I care about
**Gabe's POV**Evelina’s maternal grandfather must have been of the paranormal variety. That was the only plausible explanation for Sinclair paying a tidy bit of money to make sure everything remained hidden. Her grandmother had raised her two children, Marcos and Nikita Flores, as a single mother.