GABRIEL’S POV
Ava's knees hit the floor with a soft, determined thud, and I felt my breath catch. Her hands, trembling but eager, reached for my belt like it was the last tether to her sanity. There was no hesitation in her touch—just hunger. A wild, beautiful hunger that made something primal inside me snap.
The metallic clink of my buckle echoed in the charged air, followed by the slow, dragging zip of my fly. Her breath hitched. My cock strained forward, aching, and when it sprang free, she gasped like she’d been starved for it.
Her eyes met mine. Wide. Dark. Desperate. The need in her gaze lit me up from the inside.
Then her mouth was on me.
Holy fuck.
Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling like she already knew every pressure point that would make me lose control. I groaned, hand sinking into her hair, anchoring myself as the heat of her mouth consumed me.
"Just like that, Ava," I breathed, voice ragged. "You feel so good."
She didn’t stop. She moaned around me, the vibrations rippling up my shaft and down my spine. My eyes rolled back for a moment, the sensation too damn much. Her hands gripped my base, stroking in perfect rhythm, and then she took more—deeper, harder.
Her throat relaxed. Her nose brushed against my base, and she held there, swallowing me whole. My knees damn near buckled.
"Fuck, baby," I growled, fingers tightening in her hair. "You’re such a good little cocksucker."
She pulled back slowly, her lips dragging across my length, then dove down again, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on mine. She was working me—relentless, ravenous, owning my pleasure like it belonged to her.
When her hand cupped my balls and rolled them gently, I hissed, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. I felt the tremble building deep in my gut, warning me I was getting close.
And she knew.
She wanted it.
Her eyes flicked up again. The smirk playing at the corners of her mouth around my cock was sinful. That fire in her gaze dared me to lose control, dared me to give in.
And I fucking did.
I grabbed her hair tighter, thrusting into her mouth with a raw, desperate need. "Take it," I snarled, hips driving forward. "Take it like the good girl you are.”
The wet sounds of her mouth, the way her throat gagged slightly but never backed down—it drove me insane. She was drooling, tears streaking her cheeks, her face an utter, beautiful mess. And she still didn’t stop. She devoured me.
"I’m gonna fucking cum," I groaned, my balls tightening in her hand.
She sucked harder, moaning, encouraging. Her tongue licked and curled around me with maddening precision.
When I came, I came hard. I spilled down her throat with a guttural groan, every muscle tensing. She swallowed every drop, kept her lips locked tight around me until I sagged, trembling, utterly spent.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her chin glistening. She looked up at me with those wild, satisfied eyes and licked her lips slowly.
"Good enough for you?" she purred.
I laughed—dark, low, wrecked. I pulled her to her feet, kissing her fiercely. She tasted like me. She was mine.
"Oh, sweetheart," I said against her lips, "we’re just getting started."
She melted into me, and I carried her to the bed. Her body was soft, still humming from earlier, and I wanted more. Needed more. I laid her back against the pillows and stared down at her.
Her cheeks were flushed, lips kiss-bruised, eyes glassy and bright.
"You're mine," I murmured, brushing my thumb across her mouth.
She nodded. "Always."
I kissed her again—slower this time, deeper. There was reverence in this kiss. Gratitude. She had given me everything, and I would worship her for it.
Our limbs tangled. Our bodies aligned. I was still hard, already aching for her again. She gasped as I pressed against her thigh.
"You want me again?" I asked.
She bit her lip, eyes daring. "I want everything."
I groaned, kissing my way down her body—neck, collarbone, breasts. I sucked one nipple into my mouth while my fingers teased the other, and she writhed beneath me, whispering my name like a prayer.
"Please, Gabriel..."
"Say what you need. I want to hear you."
"I need you inside me. I need you to take me."
I lined myself up, teasing her entrance. Her slick heat made me hiss.
"Look at me."
She did.
I pushed inside, slow, deep. Her walls stretched around me, welcoming, gripping. Her mouth dropped open in a silent cry.
"Oh, fuck, you feel perfect," I whispered, pressing my forehead to hers. "So tight. So good."
I moved slowly at first, letting her feel every inch. Every thrust was deliberate, every stroke meant to claim.
"You’re mine, Ava. Say it."
"I’m yours," she gasped.
"Again."
"I belong to you, Gabriel."
I groaned, thrusting harder. The bed creaked beneath us. Her fingers clawed at my back, her legs locked around my waist.
We moved together, sweat-slicked and breathless, chasing that high again. When she came, it was with a scream, her body locking around me like a vise.
"Fuck, Ava—"
I followed, hips slamming one last time before I came deep inside her. My body collapsed against hers, and we held on to each other like we might fall apart otherwise.
And I knew right then, with every shattered piece of me finally fitting together in her arms, she wasn’t just mine.
I was hers, too.