CHAPTER 25

GAbrIEL REACHED OUT and lifted Hannah, maneuvering her to lie on her back, on the edge of the bed.

"I'm sorry, Hannah. I wanted to go slower for our first time. But I underestimated the effect you have on me."

"It's fine. I don't need more time. I want you," she panted, and the note of need in her voice soothed his guilt.

He flipped her skirts back, diving through petticoats and crinolines to find her center. He found it already slick with moisture, her sex swollen with arousal, hot and ready. Thank God.

Her skirts crushed between them as he positioned his aching cock at her entrance. The impulse to thrust, to sink to the hilt in her welcoming flesh, was overpowering. But he wrestled for control. Pushed back the beast long enough to stroke her button.

Her moan was almost feral. It mingled with his growl as she arched her back and the head of his member breached her. Trapping her gaze, he pushed, giving her a bit more. She was so tight. So unbearably delicious. Her flesh stretched and molded around him, sucking him in, enveloping his turgid member in liquid heat. Her moans spurred him on as he savored every inch of his possession of her, monitoring her responses to make sure she was right there with him.

She was. Bless her, she was as far gone as he was. He could feel her flesh quiver around his rampaging erection. And then he was buried to the hilt in glorious heat and sleek flesh. He continued to caress her bud as he slowly withdrew, and thrust back in, a little faster than the first time. But still painfully, lusciously slow.

Hannah threw back her head and moaned. "Gabriel. Faster. More."

Fuck. It was all he could take. She was magnificent. He started moving in earnest, thrusting in long, deep strokes, his hand working in rhythm over her bud to ensure pleasure swept her along with him. No matter how desperate he was, he would not come before her. She shook her head from side to side, bearing down on his cock, pushing against his hand, begging for release.

"I've got you, darling."

With his free hand, he grabbed her leg and brought it up against his shoulder. Changing the angle, opening her more for his possession. Her fingers were clawing at the sheets behind her head, trying to find purchase against the storm in her delirium.

"Gabriel..." Her voice faded in a sob.

"Yes, say my name. Tell me what you need. I'll give it to you. I'll give you anything you want and more." He looked down at where their bodies joined, and the sight almost proved his undoing. "Look at you, taking my cock so well. Straining against my hand. You are close, aren't you?"

A whimper was her only response, but no words were necessary, for her body responded in spades. He looked up as the first tremors started deep inside her.

"Look at me," he begged and commanded at the same time. "Look at me while you come around my cock. Yes! That's it, love."

She was magnificent, holding his gaze as violent waves of release shook her body. Squeezing him in rhythmic contractions so tight that he saw stars.

"Gabriel!"

That primal scream as her release overtook her did him in. The volcano that had been brewing in his loins for hours erupted in a fiery explosion, so violent that spots danced in front of his vision. His seed surged as spasms that seemed never ending racked his body. He couldn't remember ever having an orgasm that lasted so long or went so deep.

Even when it passed, aftershocks of the cataclysm periodically rocked him, a reflection of her own flesh still convulsing around him. She grabbed his arm and pulled, and he collapsed on top of her. Having just enough presence of mind to hold most of his weight on his elbows.

Their mouths melded of their own volition in a deep, soulful kiss, languorous, rich. It said everything they could not express with words.

When at long last they resurfaced to draw breath, her eyes were so soft, so trusting, they burrowed into his heart. Awareness followed slowly. He was fully naked and embedded to the hilt inside her. While she was still completely dressed. He had not even removed her shoes! Shame poured over him like an icy rain.

He had planned this seduction so carefully. Had dreamed for days of how he was going to love her. He thought he would peel away all her layers and worship every inch of her body as it was revealed. Instead, his sanity had splintered, and he had fucked her without even taking the time to remove her clothes. She deserved so much better than this.

"I'm sorry. I had planned to seduce you slowly. To take my time undressing you and loving you the way you deserve. Instead, I became a savage."

He attempted to stand up, to detangle himself from her embrace in order to see to her comfort, the way he should have done before. But her arms tightened around him. Locking him in place.

"I have no complaints whatsoever."

If the passion had been sublime before, her gentle words of absolution were a balm.

"Thank you. But there are some reparations I must make posthaste."

"I assure you, there's no need—"

He cut her off with a kiss. Swift and demanding.

"There's every need. If not for you, for myself."

"Oh?"

"I haven't seen you naked yet. And I'm about to rectify that situation right now," he said as he stood up and turned her to the side so he could loosen the fastenings at the back of her gown. "I'm going to peel away all your clothing. Layer by layer. Then kiss you all over. I will revel in your naked body and fill you again with my seed until you are so full of me, it will leak out of your sated pussy."

Her eyes widened. "You mean we will do it again? Tonight?"

He almost laughed at her innocent question. But the tenderness it evoked smothered the hilarity. She thought he would be sated after taking her only once? Hell, he was ready to take her again right now, and it had been mere minutes since the most earth-shattering release he had ever experienced.

"Tonight. Before the night is out, there won't be an inch of your body that I will have left unclaimed."