Chapter 167: Gentle Touch

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After having a delightful time spent with Leo and no blood being shed. Esme drove them back to ONYX and hugged her friend goodbye; for once, her arms were not stiff, and she didn't appear uncomfortable. The she-wolf returned to the snazzy building going straight to her apartment, halting when she saw a note stuck to her front door. 

'Come to mine.'

"How demanding," Esme muttered, the corner of her lips tugging up into a small smile. She headed up the stairs, nodding at Vincent for once, seeing him before he appeared and scared her half to death. She walked through Gabriel's penthouse, removing her leather jacket and leaving it on his sofa before continuing towards his private floor. 

Upon opening the door, Esme halted, her eyes widening, and she chuckled breathlessly. The floor was adorned in red rose petals leading from the lounge and separating to the bathroom and to the bedroom. Esme took a few steps then stopped after seeing another note on the coffee table. 

'Take off your shoes.'

Esme complied and removed her socks, feeling the soft petals under the soles of her feet. She glanced at the bathroom; roses and petals were sprinkled across a bubble bath. Candles lit up the room, the warm lighting only leading up the pathway and around the bath, the soft glow of the city lights behind it. Then her eyes pulled up to another note stuck to the door. 

'Strip for a massage in the bath. Or see me in the bedroom.'

Both were very enticing. "I'm not sure I can choose.." Esme trailed off, feeling her cheeks heat at how adorable it all was. She never expected something so sweet like this from her mate. 

"I can help you choose," Gabriel's sexy voice floated through her mind before his hands wrapped around her from behind, his mouth going to the crook of her neck, leaving tender, featherlight kisses on her skin, his hands caressing her stomach before unbuttoning her jeans. Esme sighed, her hands resting on his forearms. She didn't know what that choice was yet; both seemed to have her naked, something she did not mind.

Isana almost purred in response to Gabriel's lips brushing across their mate mark before he lowered down, pulling her jeans down slowly, his hands caressing her ass, his lips kissing and nibbling her thighs as he did so. Esme looked behind her to see Gabriel's eyes hooded in desire, and that look alone made her stomach do backflips, and her core tightens in anticipation. She bit her lip as she stepped out of her jeans, and his hands roamed back up her thighs, to her stomach, and he pulled away from her shirt, brushing her breasts slowly before dropping her shirt. 

"Take it off," Gabriel commanded softly. Esme held his gaze as she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting it drop to the ground. She slowly took her lacy underwear off, and the corner of her lips twitched into a satisfied smile from how his eyes darkened further from her slow strip. She stood still, waiting in anticipation, wondering if Gabriel was going to command her to do something else.

Gabriel stepped back, his gaze covering every inch of her body with unabashed desire, making her heartbeat pound thunderously in her chest. "What about you?" Esme whispered, her eyes roaming across his body. He wasn't wearing his usual suit and instead only wore jeans; the zip and button were undone as they hung loosely from his hips. 

"Hmm, so impatient, but.. your wish is my command," He purred with a wolfish smile, his eyes glittering under the dark lighting. He pulled his jeans and boxers down, his arousal already showing. He stepped towards her and slipped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his sculpted body. His mouth found hers, nibbling on her lower lip before kissing along her jaw and down her neck. "I have to make sure my Queen is pleased," He murmured against her skin, the vibration of his deep voice sending shockwaves of desire across her body. 

Esme gasped as she felt Gabriel's fangs grazing along her tender skin, heating her body further. She moved her head back, giving him more access, but he didn't pierce her skin, only teasing her as he lifted her up in one arm, his lips lowering to her chest as he carried her into the bathroom. Her breath hitched again as she felt his lips close around her nipple, and his fangs scratched across the tender skin. He hummed in delight from her reaction, a smile curling on his lips as he lowered her into the bath. 

"Relax, I'll take care of you," Gabriel whispered as he sank in the heated water. He manoeuvred her around, so she sat between his legs. He moved her hair aside, leaving featherlight kisses along her neck, his hands caressing up her body and brushing against her breasts teasingly. Esme rested her back against his body, her hand caressing his jaw. He grabbed her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist before it in the bath. 

Esme sighed as she stared across the water. Steam rose to the ceiling as the flames of candles flickered along with the twinkling lights of the city and beyond it the stars and the moon shining brightly. The roses left a sweet smell in the room, but not only that, she could smell strawberries, wine and..

Gabriel started caressing her body with scented oil, mainly on her breasts, as he kneaded them gently. "This is.." She was at a loss for words. "Maybe you should be in my bad books more often," She giggled, inciting a chuckle from her mate; his chest rumbled against her back, warming her up even more. 

Gabriel moved his lips to her ear. "I'll do this for you whether I've been good or not, mea dea," He whispered before nibbling on her earlobe. 

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"Don't.. I'll get greedy with you, Gabriel," She whispered back with a slight moan. "I'll keep wanting more and.." She shuddered as his hands lowered, spreading her legs and caressing her slit teasingly light; it made her crave- "More.." She whispered. 

"Then I'll keep giving you more, my love," Gabriel whispered into the skin of her neck before kissing and nipping her as his gentle touch put more pressure on her clit, one finger sinking into her. He hummed, his lips now near her mark. "What should I do now?" He purred, licking her mark, causing her to moan from the sensation; her core tightened around his finger. 

Esme bucked her hips in response, but his finger still didn't move, making her groan in annoyance. "Ah-ah," His thumb started to circle her clit, making her gasp. "Did you want my finger, mouth or dick, Esme? Tell me. What should I do now?" He asked huskily. Esme was already squirming from his thumb, her hips moving slightly. 

His words made her shiver delectably, and she looked at him, lowering her hand over his. "For now, your finger, then your mouth, and then.." Esme tilted his head up with her free hand while the other helped her mate's finger move inside of her, then she playfully kissed him, parting his lips and dipping her tongue in teasingly across his fangs before pulling back. "Your cock." She watched his gaze darken, his lids heavy. 

Gabriel smirked as he put another finger inside of her, increasing the tempo as he held her gaze. Esme bit her lip, getting turned on just from looking at her mate, watching her melting in his hand. He lowered his lips again to her mark as she arched her back, her core tightening and legs starting to tremble. "Hold on," He whispered before his fangs pierced her skin, pierced her mark. 

Esme gasped, her eyes widening before a long moan left her lips as her vision blurred from the high he took her on. His fingers didn't stop, urging another orgasm; her eyes rolled back as she became breathless, her body overheated. Gabriel sucked a little longer before pulling back, removing his fingers from her. "Hmm, Esh-meh."

Esme's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Gabriel's muffled voice. She turned her head and blinked back in surprise. In between his teeth, he held a large strawberry. He tilted his chin up slightly, beckoning her to take a bite. She bit her lip and turned around, so she straddled him, his arms resting on his chest as she lowered her lips to the fruit and took a bite slowly, watching Gabriel through her eyelashes. Her hands slid around his neck, her breasts pushing into his solid chest as she chewed on the delicious strawberry, the sugar waking her from her hazy mind. 

Gabriel removed the leafed bit of the fruit and picked up another, this time feeding her the fruit. He continued to feed her; the delight was evident on his face as he watched her intently. "Hmmm," She swallowed and shook her head when he picked another one up. "I must be special to have a king serve me so," She said playfully before pecking his lips. 

Gabriel smiled against her lips, staring up at her adoringly. His eyes that the skies and oceans would be jealous of softened as he took every little detail of her features, almost like he was sketching her in his mind. "I'll serve you forever, mea dea." He stroked the back of her hair then he reached around her for the shampoo bottle. "Let me wash your hair. I don't just serve your sexual needs, you know," He winked. "My little minx."

Esme giggled and felt her cheeks redden both from the insinuation that that was all she ever sought from Gabriel and that her mate was now lovingly wetting her hair, lathering her silky locks with the shampoo. He started humming a tune unknown to her, but the sound of his baritone voice, rich and so beautiful, made her close her eyes as he continued to wash her hair. Although she did not know what he was singing, there was a longing and sadness to it, yet it was comforting and called to her. 

Esme opened her eyes after Gabriel finished rinsing her hair out. He then helped bathe her, and she did the same for him, enjoying the feel of his locks and the hardness of his sculpted, marble skin. Gabriel stood up once Esme was finished, sloshing some water out of the tub as he walked to the towel rail before returning to her. The she-wolf stepped out of the tub and wrapped the towel around her body on the highest step leading up to the bath, and just as she finished putting her hair in the towel, Gabriel scooped her up bridal style and started carrying her back towards the bedroom. 

More candles were scattered around the room. The bed was adorned in more petals shaped into a love heart. She giggled because it was cheesy, but it still pulled at her heartstrings. Gabriel lowered her to the bed and removed the towel from her head, towel drying her hair gently. 

"Hey, it's okay. I've got it. Why don't you rest your royal ass for a bit? We still have the rest of the night," She smirked, taking the towel away from him. But Gabriel held onto the towel and climbed onto the bed, sitting behind her. 

"You keep forgetting.. I only need two hours sleep, and I don't really get tired," He replied confidently as he continued to towel dry her hair. "I also don't want you getting a cold."

Esme shook her head. There was no chance of her coming down with a cold when there was underfloor heating, and she had a strong immune system as a werewolf.

"Let the man take care of you!" Isana moaned in annoyance. "Jeese!" Esme bit her lip and looked down, feeling scolded by her wolf. 

Gabriel chuckled, indicating he heard her too and kissed her shoulder softly before he dropped a small leather jewellery box in her lap. Esme looked down and back up at her mate. "What's this?" She enquired, searching his gaze. 

"Something that cost me a palace by the sea..."

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