me. When he sank down over me again. I wrapped my legs around his, while my arms slid around his shoulders, holding him close. This time I would not let him go.
“Look at me, Ginny.”
I opened my eyes, meeting that hard, brilliant gaze. A jolt of awareness shot through my body. Something dangerous and animalistic lurked within his eyes. Something that I had never seen before. Something new. He made me feel anxious and powerful all at once. He made me feel wanted.
“You’re mine,” he said. “You always have been, and always will be. You belong to me.”
Before I could truly comprehend his words, I felt the thickened tip of his erection at my entrance. All rational sense vanished and any argument died on my lips. My fingernails dug into his back as I shifted, urging him on. Slowly, seductively, he slid into me, filling me completely. I groaned, lifting my hips, taking him deeper. I’d never despised a man more, yet felt so connected to him.
He groaned as he nuzzled my sensitive neck. “It’s even better than I remembered.”
“Please,” I whispered.
Gripping the sheets, he started to pull out, only to thrust into me fully again. The growl he released was primitive and dangerous. I clung to him, wanting to soak in his essence. Wanted to experience that elusive pleasure I’d felt only once before, a year ago. As he rocked his hips forward, surging into me deeper, deeper, I lifted, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Heaven. It was the closest thing I’d ever come to heaven on earth. So much more than I could have anticipated. I could not deny that we fit together. Couldn’t deny that there was a strange and bewildering connection that neither of us understood. He was right. I was his. And I feared he would always be able to control my body, mind, soul.
My hands slid up his muscled back, gripping the fine linen of his shirt. I wanted him naked. I wanted to be naked. Skin to skin. I hated the clothing between us. As I arched upward, he thrust into me, again and again, until I could take no more of him. The bed creaked, our bodies sliding together. The ache between my thighs grew only worse, twisting almost painfully through my core.
Would he forever make me lose control?
His strokes were fierce, deep, consuming. His desire was mine, until I could not tell my emotions from his. He pressed his mouth to mine as he surged into me one last time.
“Gabe!” I cried out against his lips.
The world around me exploded. I floated through a night sky of stars and pure bliss. As his seed poured into me, I came on wave after wave of pleasure. Utter bliss. I was no longer connected to my body, and for those few moments nothing mattered, all was right with the world.
The autumn breeze rattled the windows. I wasn’t sure how much time had gone by, but slowly the world came back into focus. A distinct chill had settled into the garret room. I shivered, despite the fact that I was covered by a large, muscled male. The bliss that had crashed through my body faded, leaving me shaking and vulnerable.
He shifted upon his elbows and looked down at me with a gaze that was much too introspective. I lowered my attention to his neck, staring at the pulse that fluttered there.
“We need to talk.”
“Nothing has changed, Gabe. You are, or were, just engaged and I’m still merely a peasant.” He pulled out of me, and I felt his loss much too keenly. Unsettled, I rolled away, tugging my bodice up. “Nothing has changed.”
“But you’re wrong,” he said, startling me. I could sense him stand, and knew he was righting his clothing. “Everything has changed. Everything. Pack your bag. I will pick you and Izzy up in the morning.”
Startled, I turned just in time to see him heading down the stairs.
Chapter Seven
Gabriel
I stepped determinedly into my townhome and made my way through the foyer. Telling Miranda that we would not marry hadn’t gone well. To say she was shocked would be an understatement. Tears had turned into pleading, which had turned into anger. When I’d explained I’d never actually asked her to marry me, a slap across my face had been her answer. It almost made me respect her. Almost.
Her last attempt to get the upper hand had been by spitting out that Chris had been, and still remained, her first lover, in front of her