His fingertips graze my jaw, leaving fiery trails alongside my pores and skin. My lips half in helpless longing, and he sweeps nearer, our our bodies so shut they’re nearly melting, fusing.

“Gabe,” I breathe out his title.

“Crave me, need me, love me once more . . . know me in methods nobody else ever has.” Gabe’s voice is husky, his lips only a breath away from mine. “I don’t simply need your physique, Ameline. I need each a part of you, your entire soul laid naked earlier than me.”

I set free a gentle moan, pushed by a combination of longing and ache, and shut the gap between us, giving in to the depth of his kiss. I can really feel him in each fiber of my being, his presence filling me with a heat that spreads from my lips to my toes. However it is a lot greater than mouths urgent, tongues tangling, and breaths mixing.

That is grief.

That is forgiveness.

This is likely to be what it feels prefer to lastly come residence.

Chapter Twenty-4

Ameline

As our lips transfer in sync, I can really feel the depth of my feelings swirling inside me. I half my lips, deepening the kiss, permitting him to style the sweetness of my soul. I run my fingers by way of his hair, feeling the gentle strands in opposition to my pores and skin. His fingers wander down my again, tracing the curve of my backbone earlier than deciding on my hips.

Gabe pulls again barely, his breath heat in opposition to my lips. “Ameline,” he murmurs, his voice full of longing. I can see the will in his eyes, the have to be nearer to me.

He takes my hand, main me towards his room. The anticipation builds with every step we take, the air round us charged with electrical energy. I can really feel my coronary heart racing in my chest, my breath hitching in my throat as we cross the brink.

The room is dimly lit. Gabe turns to face me, his eyes full of a fierce depth that takes my breath away. He begins to undress me, his fingers tracing a path down my backbone. I shiver, goose bumps prickling my pores and skin. He slides my shirt over my head, his eyes darkening with need. I assist him, slipping out of my denims and underwear.

I step again, my coronary heart pounding in my chest as Gabe’s intense eyes bore into mine. The air between us is electrical, charged with an depth that threatens to devour us each. His lips curve right into a gradual, horny smile, and my breath hitches in anticipation. I throw my head again, unable to include the feelings constructing inside me. His fingers path softly down my cheek, and I shut my eyes, savoring the second.

The warmth of his physique presses in opposition to me, and I can really feel the arduous planes of his chest beneath my fingertips. His muscle tissue tense beneath my contact, and he groans softly, a deep rumble that sends shivers down my backbone. He pushes my physique in opposition to the wall, his hips grinding in opposition to mine. I gasp as I really feel his inflexible cock push in opposition to my abdomen, and I moan longingly. Gabe’s lips discover mine as soon as extra, and we kiss, our tongues tangling in a sensual dance.

His lips transfer down my jawline, leaving a path of kisses that make my knees weak. He nips gently at my neck, and I arch into him, pushing my physique in opposition to his. His fingers roam over my curves, and I really feel my nipples harden beneath his contact.

As he skillfully unclasps my bra, a pointy consumption of breath escapes me. His fingers cradle my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my now delicate peaks. Gabe’s lips discover their technique to considered one of my nipples, and he sucks gently, sending waves of enjoyment coursing by way of my physique.

The gentle, rhythmic sound of his breath in opposition to my ear, every exhale sending shivers down my backbone. His fingers, calloused and positive, hint patterns alongside my pores and skin, igniting a fireplace inside me that threatens to devour me. I moan loudly, my fingers tangling in his hair. I can really feel my core start to warmth up, and I whimper softly.

“Gabe . . .” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. He hums in response, his lips curling right into a smirk in opposition to my pores and skin. He is aware of precisely what he’s doing to me, and he’s having fun with each second of it.

His hand strikes down my abdomen, tracing the curve of my hip to my core. I gasp as he feels my wetness, his fingers sliding simply alongside my folds. He groans softly, the sound reverberating by way of me.

“You’re so fucking moist for me, Ameline,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. I throw my head again, unable to include the extraordinary pleasure flowing by way of me. He slowly fingers me, his thumb rubbing circles round my swollen clit. I gasp, my breath hitching in my throat as he hits simply the correct spot.

“Oh, God . . .” I mutter, my nails digging into his shoulders. He chuckles, the sound deep and glad. He is aware of he has me proper the place he desires me.

“Not God, child. Simply me,” he growls, his lips discovering mine in a searing kiss. I moan into his mouth, my physique transferring in time together with his fingers. I can really feel myself getting nearer, the strain constructing deep inside me.

“Gabe . . .” I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. He hums in response, his fingers transferring sooner, his thumb making use of extra strain. My breath’s coming briefly, sharp gasps. I can really feel myself on the sting, teetering on the point of exploding.

“Let go, Ameline,” he murmurs, his lips discovering my ear. “Come for me.” And with these phrases, I do. I shatter, my physique convulsing round his fingers, milking them. My moans filling the room. He holds me shut, his fingers nonetheless transferring gently, prolonging the pleasure.

I’m nonetheless reeling from the aftershocks as he orders me, “Undress me, Ameline.” His low growl sends shivers down my backbone.

I comply, my fingers trembling barely as I attain for the hem of his shirt. I elevate it up, revealing his toned abs, the muscle tissue rippling underneath my contact. I can’t assist however let my fingers linger, tracing the traces of his torso, remembering the texture of him in opposition to me.

As I pull the shirt over his head, I take a second to understand the sight of him. His jaw is about, his eyes darkish with need. My eyes land on a tattoo on his left aspect, subsequent to his ribs. It’s my title, written in cursive.

“You could have my title on you.” I hint the inked letters, my fingertip gliding over easy, sizzling pores and skin. His naked chest feels electrical underneath my contact. “You really tattooed my title in your physique.”

Gabe’s piercing eyes maintain mine. “I wanted you with me at all times. Even whenever you had been too distant.”

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