Robin Schone by Gabriel's Woman (10 ebook reader TXT) 📕

blossoming of her flesh. The cry of

her pleasure.

The endless orgasms he had given her the night before.

The endless orgasms he would give her this night.

But she had not known last night what she knew tonight.

No man had ever wanted to care for her.

Words rushed up into Victoria’s throat. “My hair is wet.”

The hands cupping her face tightened. “I’ll dry it.”

Hot tears pricked her eyes. “It’s tangled.”

“I’ll comb it.”

Desire trickled down Victoria’s thighs; the slickness between her buttocks reminded her of how

intimately this man knew her desires.

“I was a virgin last night.”

Victoria swallowed. Now where had that come from?

Carnal knowledge glittered inside his gaze. “I know you were a virgin.”

“But I didn’t bleed.”

Darkness banished the silver light inside his eyes. “I didn’t want you to bleed.”

Victoria remembered the bulbous crown of his manhood sliding inside her, inch by inch, orgasm by

orgasm . .. The rising heat inside her would not be contained. “Did you see light when I reached my first

orgasm?”

“Yes.”

“But you only put three fingers inside me.”

And not the five he had inserted inside the woman whom he had sought to be a part of.

The heat inside Gabriel’s gaze took Victoria’s breath away. “You’re not ready for that kind of

penetration.”

“But I will be ... someday?” she asked uncertainly.

If he survived.

If she survived.

If he wanted her when danger was no longer an aphrodisiac.

“Someday, Victoria, I will give you five fingers.” His face was marble-hard. “Someday I will touch you

so deeply and fill you so completely that you will never regret touching me.”

Victoria fought for oxygen that was not heated by his breath. “You already have, Gabriel.”

Heat engulfed her.

She was going to drown in his gaze. “Please let go of me.”

The silver fire glittering inside Gabriel’s eyes stilled. Warm breath feathered her lips. “Why?”

“Because I think I am going to orgasm,” Victoria said frankly, voice ringing in the misty air.

Light and darkness shimmied inside Gabriel’s gaze.

The knowledge of her desire. The knowledge to appease her desire.

Lowering his head, Gabriel lightly rimmed her lips; his tongue stabbed through her womb. In the next

heartbeat he was gone. While Victoria’s body throbbed on the brink of climax.

As it had throbbed inside the shower, his stomach and chest plastered against her back and buttocks, his

bite buried so deeply inside her they had been one body.

A towel caught up Victoria’s hair—Gabriel gently dried it, each sensuous rub a palpable caress. She

stood stock still while he dried her buttocks—skimming over the crevice that still bore the remnants of his

penetration—patting dry her legs . . .

A dull thump resonated inside her ears. Coldness abruptly abraded the sensitive area between Victoria’s

buttocks.

Her eyelids shot open—when had she closed them? “What—”

“I hurt you, Victoria.” A muscled arm circled her waist, held her securely in position. Gentle, firm

pressure washed away the remnants of the cream, circling around and around. “Let me take care of you .

..”

Victoria forcibly relaxed her muscles. “I would prefer that the care be mutual.”

Gabriel washed her and washed her until she squirmed for him to stop, and then she squirmed for him to

do more than wash her. Victoria reached behind her ...

Only to grasp empty air.

She fought down a surge of frustration. “Gabriel, I will touch you.”

Gabriel’s voice came from the vicinity of the washbasin. “You already have, Victoria.”

Victoria pivoted. Gabriel turned, comb in hand.

“I will touch more than your”—Victoria hesitated briefly, raised her chin a notch, defying the society that

forbade women to use anything but the most harmless of platitudes, chicken bosom for chicken breast,

gentleman cow for bull, unmentionables for a man’s trousers—”your cock.”

Silently Gabriel stalked her, an ivory comb in his right hand. Long, pale fingers extended toward her. “

Then take my hand, Victoria.”

She stared at the long, naked fingers that had been a part of her the night before. She stared at the long,

naked penis that had shortly before been a part of her, and would soon be so again. A tiny heartbeat pulsed

in the bulbous, purple-hued head.

Gabriel’s desire.

Knees suddenly weak, she took his hand.

Victoria opened the bathroom door and stepped ahead of Gabriel into darkness.

Blinding light pierced her.

Victoria blinked.

The solid warmth of Gabriel’s fingers disappeared. “Sit down on the bed.”

Victoria mutely sat on the edge of the bed, mattress dipping, springs squeaking, feet firmly placed

together on the wooden floor.

Her bottom was tender.

Stooping, shoulder muscles flexing, testicles dangling, Gabriel grabbed three logs from the brass scuttle

and threw them onto the fire that still miraculously burned. Black ashes and gray smoke billowed up the

chimney.

It seemed a lifetime since she had stared at that same fire.

“I will try to let you touch me, Victoria.” Gabriel’s voice was muffled, words directed at the flame that

slowly curled up the fresh logs.

He would try to let her touch him.

He would try not to let her die.

But he could not promise either.

“I would enjoy giving you pleasant memories to replace the painful ones, Gabriel.”

Gabriel turned toward her. “Every time you orgasm, you give me another memory.”

She would not cry.

Victoria watched Gabriel as he silently padded toward her, long legs eating up the