Chapter 149: On The Piano

Gabriel thrust into her hard, holding her hips down as he watched her eyes widen from the excruciating bliss he caused her. It was almost like he was adding to his point. Well, he could have anything he desired of her; she was his.

"Yes, you are mine," He whispered into her ear, making her shiver. Esme looked down into his eyes, captivated by them as her fingers threaded through his hair, and he started to thrust into her teasingly slowly. Esme met his thrusts with her own; she could feel his heart beating in sync with hers along with their breathing. 

Right now, they were utterly captivated by one another, in their own blissful world with no worries or stresses that might come between them. The hours of being away from each other made their slow, teasingly sensual thrusts pick up their pace in desperate need. Gabriel's eyes began to burn into hers; the red specks in those seas of blue hues sparkled as he pulled his lips back. He was waiting for her permission, but he really didn't need it; she'd say yes every time. 

Gabriel lifted Esme up and laid her down on top of the piano before bringing his mouth down to her neck and biting into her. Esme gasped at the pain she was getting accustomed to and the pleasure that followed it, making her body burn passionately for more. Her hands gripped the top of Gabriel's butt cheeks, enjoying the firmness as she moaned, intoxicated completely by her mate.

He pulled his fangs out of her and raked his hand through his dishevelled hair, glancing at some of the blood dripping onto the white piano. Esme was high from his fangs and from him, staring up at him like she wanted to devour him just as much. Gabriel smirked as her hands slid up his toned back and down his arms like she couldn't get enough. 

"Hmm," Gabriel hummed approvingly, then bent down to his right and lifted up his black tie, glancing at her in amusement. "Hands or eyes?"

Esme blinked and felt her cheeks warm into a rosy, pink blush. "Neither," She replied in a slightly hoarse voice. She didn't want her sight taken from her, and she didn't want to stop feeling her mate. 

"Uh uh uh. I let you do it to me earlier.. I will make the choice for you now," Gabriel smirked as he caressed her body, cupping her breasts along the way until his hands found hers, and he pulled them above her, smiling wickedly when her eyes widened. He put her wrists together and started to bind them with his tie; she fidgeted beneath him, straining against the tie and pouted. 

Gabriel leaned over her more, holding himself up with his forearms as he started to thrust into her slowly again, his hand pinching her nipple as he trailed featherlight kisses along her body. Esme squirmed and brought her bound hands down to his hair as his mouth sucked on her other nipple. He chuckled, and the vibration made her core clench tighter on his shaft as she gripped onto him harder. Gabriel brought his face to meet hers and reached around the back of his head, holding her wrists in his hand and putting them against the piano.

"Keep them above you, my love, or I will tease you." He lowered his lips to her ear and nibbled on her lobe before whispering. "You know I will, and you'd beg me for a release. So will you be good or bad?"

Esme's heart fluttered at his words, wondering if she could refrain from touching him. Gabriel chuckled like he'd read her thoughts and abruptly pulled out of her. Esme gasped from the emptiness she felt, then gulped as he pulled her lingerie down and spread her legs even wider, pulling her down the piano slightly so her feet could touch the fallboard over the keys. Esme watched in anticipation as he started leaving kisses on the inside of her thighs along with small bites that made her gasp from his fangs grazing her skin. 

His face gradually moved closer to her glistening folds; she felt his warm breath first as his mouth hovered over her. His eyes held hers as his tongue started to tease her clit, sucking and licking as his finger slid into her core, twisting as he did so at a painstakingly slow pace. Esme still couldn't look away from him; she felt her desire pooling at her groin from his looks alone. He continued twisting and turning his finger, and his tongue lapped up her creaminess as he increased the pace. She moaned and brought her hands down to her breasts, squeezing to help with the overwhelming, euphoric feeling building inside of her. 

Gabriel paused his tongue and finger, his eyes beamed at her mischievously. 

"You never said I couldn't touch myself," Esme said breathlessly before he tried anything. 

"I suppose you are right. Now move your hands, or I won't satisfy you." Gabriel straightened and placed his scorching length against her slick entrance. 

Esme moved her hands then yelped at the sudden change in her body position. She was now leaning onto her forearms, her hands still bound, one leg straight from where Gabriel held onto it and the other kneeling on the piano's surface. Gabriel slammed into her, and she moaned loudly, feeling full as he continued to slam into her deeply as she came over and over again. He dropped her leg and reached over her body until he found her wrists and pulled her upright. 

The change in position made her chest heave and her core pulsate. She could feel him twitch and throb, almost like he was ready but holding himself back. Esme's back now rested against Gabriel's chest, her arms hooked around his neck, her hands went into his hair instinctively, but he didn't complain. His hands cupped her breasts, pinching and twisting as he thrust into her, and his mouth lowered to her neck. 

He bit into her with his fangs, and she shuddered as her core clenched him tightly as she came again, her eyes rolled back, and her head rested against his chest, her breaths ragged as she saw stars behind her eyelids. Gabriel continued to drink from her, his arms now holding her upright, moaning as he roughly thrust into her until he got his release. He pulled his mouth away and licked the blood from her skin, and removed her arms from around his neck with a chuckle. 

Esme almost flopped forward, but he held onto her and lifted her into his arms. She looked at him through a daze as he pecked her lips, and her lips stayed pouted like her brain was still figuring out what to do next. He chuckled, and she smiled dreamily and snuggled her head into him. He carried her up the stairs, taking his time as he spoke into Luther's mind, who had only just exited the lift. 

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"Leave, unless you want to see a sex show."

"Well.. I don't mind, but I think you would if I saw your mate naked," Luther replied quietly on the floor below them. His words, even though they were faint, started to wake Esme up; she stirred and opened her eyes again to see Gabriel was now just above the library, going to his room. 

"Why haven't you left yet?" Gabriel telepathically spoke to Luther again as he managed to open the door to his floor. 

"I wanted to see Esme in wolf form!" He replied excitedly. Gabriel hoped he wouldn't come to his room, even though only he, Vincent and Esme had been in there.

"You'll be waiting a long time; she is tired."

"Someone has been busy. I can smell it and her blood! You naughty boy-"

"Leave before I make you leave," Gabriel interrupted his friend's commentary as he placed his mate gently onto his bed, pulling the covers over her, but even though she looked fatigued, her eyes were now fully awake.

"I'll wait. It's not like I have any more work to do; you still have some papers to sign, run a kingdom.. but coitus seems to be your priority these days.."

Gabriel ignored him and sat next to Esme. "Why don't you go to sleep?" He asked softly while moving some of her hair away from her face.

"I would, but my wolf is rearing to go. She wants to show herself to you," Esme rolled her eyes and kissed his hand before sitting up with a sigh. 

"We can wait-"

"Ah, but she can't." Esme slipped out and strolled towards his walk-in wardrobe. He smiled at how confident she seemed now, walking naked in front of him. It shouldn't surprise him; she did do a striptease earlier for him.

"Why are you putting clothes on?" He asked, pushing off from the bed. 

"I'm pretty certain this room is big enough to fit your wolf form in."

Esme chuckled as she walked back out in his buttoned-up shirt. His eyes roamed across her body, and he felt his cock twitch again. "She wants to show you in the woods."

"The woods?" He asked, slightly flabbergasted. What was wrong with his penthouse?

"Yes, the woods," Esme smirked at his bewilderment and sauntered past him, her hips swaying almost hypnotically for Gabriel to follow her naked still. 

"Put some clothes on unless you want to get a fine for public indecency.. At least I have an excuse," Esme winked and continued through the door, letting it shut behind her.

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