Chapter 37

After the jeweler leaves,Gabe pulls me into a hungry kiss. I respond with a craving I never felt before. I'm not sure if it's the ring or what, but the urgency to devour him is eating me alive. His lips taste of desire. I can feel his heartbeat thundering against me as we begin to frantically undress each other.

It's like we're trying to make up for lost time. His hand caresses my bare skin and I moan into his mouth. My fingers tangle in his hair.

"Let's go upstairs," he mumbles between kisses.

I gasp when he picks me up bridal-style and carries me toward his room. I continue kissing him, sucking his neck, while clinging onto him. Inside his room, he places me gently on top of the bed. Our heavy breathing mixing together. His blue eyes are two ardent flames wanting to burn me, my body aching for Gabe's touch.

As he crawls between my legs, my breath hitches. His fingers trace the outline of my pussy, making me shudder. He dips his head, his lips grazing my folds. I moan, arching my back off the mattress.

Gabe chuckles, his warm breath tickling my sensitive skin. He thrusts his fingers inside me, and my walls clench around him.

He pushes deeper, his thumb circling my clit, sending shivers up my spine. He pulls back, and his mouth engulfs my nipple, sucking it hard. I gasp, my eyes falling closed as I lose myself in the sensations. Gabe continues to tease me, his fingers moving in and out of me, his lips and tongue working on my breasts. I grip the sheets biting my bottom lip, trying to contain my moans but it's almost impossible as he increases the pace. His fingers thrusting in and out, his wet tongue flicking my hardened nipple.

The orgasm builds, the pressure growing unbearable. Suddenly, he stops, pulling his fingers out of me, leaving me whimpering.

"Don't stop," I beg, searching for his gaze.

He's looking down at me, wickedly. "You're a greedy girl, Ame. A greedy, good girl."

His husky voice makes me shiver.

"Don't taunt me, Gabriel Decker," I say teasingly.

He leans down, his mouth hovering over my pussy, and says, "I'm only here to please."

Before I can say anything he plunges his tongue inside me. I scream, my body shaking as I come, my walls clenching around his tongue. He groans, thrusting his tongue deeper while circling my clit with his thumb, making me shudder with pleasure.

As I come down from my orgasm, I lay there, panting, my heart racing. Gabe crawls up beside me, his hand tracing lines up my body.

"You're incredible, Ame. I can't believe how beautiful you are—and that you want to be mine."

"Yours," I mumble.

Gabe's warm breath tickles my neck as he leans in toward me. His fingers gently trace my jawline before he claims my mouth. His lips are soft, yet firm, as they press against mine. I feel my body melt into his, my arms wrapping around his neck. This is it—I'm finally with him.

A low groan escapes my throat as he deepens the kiss, his tongue gently exploring my mouth. His hands move down my back, sending shivers down my spine. I feel butterflies in my stomach, a mixture of excitement and nervousness. I've never felt this way before.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes searching mine. "Ameline," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. "You're everything I've ever wanted. I love you."

"Gabe," I whisper back, barely above a whisper. "I love you too."

He pulls away slightly, his fingers tracing my jawline once more. I feel a stab of disappointment as he breaks the contact. I watch him as he moves his fingers toward the nightstand, his broad shoulders taking up the entire bed. My heart races as he reaches for a condom, tossing it onto the mattress beside him. He rolls off the bed, and I hear the noise of him opening the wrapper, the soft rustle of the foil. I can't help but watch as he rolls it on, my breath hitching in my throat at how big and thick he is.

When he climbs back onto the bed, I feel his heat on my skin. His fingers trace a path down my arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. His eyes lock with mine, burning in their depths. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry.

Gabe's hands find their way to my hips, pushing my legs wide apart. His gaze never leaves mine as he leans down, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Are you ready for this, baby?" he whispers, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

I nod, my voice caught in my throat. I can't find the words to express the emotions roiling inside me. Gabe's hands slide up my sides, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My breath hitches as his fingers graze my core.

When he finally enters me, it's slow and steady, a deep groan escaping his lips. I feel full, stretched, and yet, there's a familiarity to it that sends shockwaves through my body. Every inch of my skin tingles, and my heart races. He moves slowly at first, teasing me with his rhythm. But soon, he picks up the pace, pushing deeper inside me with each thrust.

The warmth spreads between us, building up an uncontrollable fire. The sheets twist around us, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion. He nips at my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

"Gabe," I moan, meeting his thrusts. "Faster."

He obliges, slamming into me with a force that takes my breath away. He continues thrusting, pulling, thrusting. Suddenly, I cry out, my body trembling underneath him. The sensation is overwhelming.

He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. Our hearts still pounding in unison. His lips brushing against mine.

"That was amazing," he whispers. "You are amazing."

I can't speak. Instead, I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. And I get lost in his embrace, his scent and him.