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

the changes he had created in Victoria’s body instead of the vulnerability she

inspired.

Her plump flesh was hot and swollen, from both his use and her desire. Her vagina was an open ring

instead of a tiny fissure. It easily accepted his finger.

Gabriel was instantly gripped by molten silk-Victoria drew in a deep breath; at the same time her fingers

tightened around his penis.

He hurt her. The ache of his penetration dully throbbed inside Gabriel’s chest.

She parted her legs to give him better access. So that she could take away his hurt.

Gabriel wanted to reach inside Victoria and feel her womb convulse around his hand; instead, he

withdrew his finger. It was coated with slick heat.

The essence of Victoria Childers. A woman who feared passion, only to embrace it.

Just as she would embrace an angel.

Gabriel smeared her essence onto her lips.

Victoria jerked back, “What—”

Gabriel took her lips, her words, her breath, her essence.

He had told Victoria that sharing his pain and his pleasure inside the shower hadn’t changed anything.

He had lied.

It had changed everything.

The second man had given him Victoria, knowing that Gabriel would want more than an hour or a day or

a week with her. He had known Gabriel would die to get more of her.

Victoria tasted of salty-sweet satisfaction.

Using his tongue and his teeth, Gabriel took more from her—a tiny nip of pain, soothing licks of pleasure.

He used every ounce of his expertise to take Victoria’s soul with his kiss, because that was what he had

been trained to do.

Not enough.

Gabriel lifted his head up, lips teasing instead of devouring, and whispered, “Taste yourself, Victoria.”

Gabriel did not give her time to agree or to disagree; he licked inside her mouth and transferred her

essence onto her tongue.

She held still, unresponsive.

Gabriel made her respond. He licked the roof of her mouth.

Victoria sucked in his breath.

He wanted more.

He had the ability to make her give him more.

Taking her nipple between his fingers, he gently pinched and pulled, knowing that with each pinch, each

tug, her womb contracted.

Her fingers that gripped him squeezed and pulled his penis in time to his fingers that squeezed and pulled

her nipple. Victoria’s tongue gently licked at his tongue, underneath his tongue. Giving as well as taking.

Gabriel squeezed his eyelids shut and concentrated on the feel and the taste of Victoria instead of the

rhythmic squeezing and pulling that squeezed and pulled his very testicles.

A soft, short knock interrupted the pounding of his heart.

Gaston had arrived.

Gabriel did not stop pinching and tugging Victoria’s nipple. He did not stop licking her.

He did not stop wanting what he could not have.

A home.

A woman.

A soft preorgasmic moan vibrated his tongue.

A sharp preorgasmic tingle shot up his urethra.

The outer door to his suite opened.

It could be Gaston.

Or it could be the second man.

Gabriel imagined Victoria’s womb contracting about his hand while he mentally followed the man inside

the suite.

A soft thud sounded, leather impacting marble.

Victoria agitatedly moved her head from side to side. Gabriel grasped the nape of her neck with his right

hand and ruthlessly followed her, mouth glued to hers, tongue licking, fingers pinching and tugging.

She was almost there.

Victoria squeezed Gabriel harder, taking him with her.

A soft swish erupted through the open bedroom door; the man inside his study had sat down in the

leather chair facing Gabriel’s desk. At the same time Victoria’s body bowed; fingers knotted in Gabriel’s

hair.

Pain. Pleasure.

Hungry blue and violet exploded the blackness behind Gabriel’s eyelids. Victoria’s convulsing womb

briefly fluttered around his fingers and then he came inside Victoria’s hand and the feel of her orgasm was

gone, replaced by the presence of the man inside his study and the awareness of the information he

possessed.

Slowly Gabriel eased the pinching, tugging rhythm that had for one brief moment become his orgasm.

The apparatus that was his cock spurted three times, four times, five times .. .

Victoria collapsed, sobbing for air that he finally allowed her. His erection subsided; his need did not.

Her fingers clutching his hair was an intimacy he had not allowed in almost fifteen years.

Gabriel wanted more Victoria, more intimacy.

Gently he released Victoria’s nipple and caressed her cheek, reaching too high. Her eyelids fluttered

against his fingertips like the tantalizing flutter of an orgasm.

Cocooning Victoria, Gabriel kissed her eyelid. It fluttered against his lips.

The knot inside his groin spread to his chest.

“You . . .” Victoria gulped air. “My breast... it was . . .”

“Shh ...” Gabriel pressed his lips against hers: he did not want Gaston to overhear how vulnerable

Victoria was in her passion. “Go back to sleep, Victoria. I have to go. I’ll be back later.”

He sat up.

The fingers fisted inside his hair tightened; at the same time Victoria released his quiescent flesh.

Gabriel did not see the hand that reached up until it touched his chin. It was cold and sticky.

Before he could react, warm fingers smeared cold, sticky fluid onto his mouth—his sperm.

Victoria smeared his sperm onto his lips. And then she licked his sperm off his lips.

And then she licked the seam between his lips.

Gabriel didn’t want to taste himself. He wanted nothing to do with his body