Chapter 55: So Wrong, But It Felt Right.

"Tell me to stop."

Esme's throat went dry, and she gasped as his hand slid underneath the lacy cloth of her underwear. Licking her lips, she clenched her eyes shut both from the sudden sparks of pleasure vibrating up her being and from his touch alone, not even on any part of her sex. And lastly, but not least, AT ALL from the absolutely gorgeous vampire above her looking at her so hungrily. It made her want him even more. 

"I can't.. WE can't.." Her voice was small, pleadingly so. 

"Can't what.. Tell me, Esme. Tell me.. Say no, and this will be the end of it," Gabriel's voice was next to her ear now, and she could feel his chest against hers. His voice in itself was a seduction, one she found herself drunk on. 

"If you don't want this.. then speak up," Isana whispered in her mind. 

But she did want this. Oh, Goddess, she did! But it was wrong.. So wrong.. But it felt right.

Gabriel pulled his head back and searched Esme's face as she opened her eyes. His own were wide if just a little shocked. "Tell me.." He whispered gently as his finger slid down her wet folds. 

Esme gasped, her head tilting back at the foreign touch. "We can't fuck, Gabriel," She forced her words out even as she felt disappointment filling her chest. 

Gabriel's finger slid up and down her folders, his gaze hooded as he stared at her rounded eyes. He lowered his mouth to meet hers, and she reacted hungrily to the softness of his lips. Esme's lips parted from a moan, and his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she hooked her arms around his neck. 

Gabriel pulled back and bit her ear. "Who said anything about fucking?" He whispered hoarsely as he slowly slid a finger inside of her and paused any movements. His other hand tilted her chin towards him so he could gauge her expression; his own was now serious. "Once we've had a little fun, I think you have some things to tell me."

Esme stared back at him feverishly, wanting, and nodded in return, itching to move her hips but refrained from begging him so much. Gabriel smirked, knowing too well what he was doing. "Then it's agreed," He smiled charmingly and rose from his position, pulling her jeans underwear down further, his gaze still only on her face.

Esme bit her lip at how easily he was controlling this encounter. Gabriel was watching her as he pumped his finger in and out of her, increasing the tempo, twisting every so often, a thumb on her clit, then one finger turned into two. He was dominating her, and she was willingly letting him. Esme couldn't hold back from the building climax within her, and she reached out, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to her, crashing her lips against his, keeping her moan low as she melted and her creaminess coated his fingers. 

Even as she came down from her climax, Esme continued to kiss Gabriel. Her body was overly sensitive and aware of his. His tongue slipped into her panting mouth, and her body came alive again. Gabriel removed his hand from her core as Esme's fingers gripped onto his white hair, kissing passionately and urgently against the sofa, the she-wolf grinding against the bulge in his pants. 

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More than once, her tongue grazed over his fangs, but the sharp points sent such tingles of desire down her heated body that she wanted more than to rub up against him. Gabriel pulled back reluctantly as she let out a protesting whimper. "We really need to talk," He said hoarsely, but Esme was not ready yet; she knew it wasn't something simple as talking about the night before.

"Hmmm, not yet.. I think.." She swiftly rotated their bodies, now straddling him on the sofa. "You need a little release first," She purred and lowered her hand to his chest, tracing down to the bulge in his trousers just below her waist. 

Gabriel parted his lips, but no argument escaped his mouth. Esme smirked, she could see the burning desire behind those crystal eyes of his, and she wanted to be the one to give him pleasure.

"This is so damned reckless," Isana murmured, but she wasn't once complaining. Esme paid her little attention and the odd mixture of feelings the wolf was feeling. There was something a lot more going on, but her wolf was hiding it from her. If she wasn't above this dangerously sexy man, undoing the zip to his trousers and pulling his hardened length from his boxers, then she would have listened more to her wolf.

But Esme and Gabriel were lost in each other, intoxicated by each other's touch, not listening to the outside world and the rules that awaited them outside of this moment. She wasn't ready yet to face what a big mistake it was to become intimate with a vampire. Even at those thoughts, Esme felt her heart clench; it felt insulting, calling it a mistake. Internally shaking her head, she pushed her annoying thoughts aside. 

Until then, she was going to enjoy herself. 

Gabriel released a breath as Esme's small hand slid up and down his large shaft. At first, it was like a soft caress; she wanted to tease such a powerful man who lay beneath her and loved how he looked at her like she was a Goddess, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. But even now, she could see his resistance; as soon as she saw that, she didn't want to tease him and instead lowered her mouth to the head of his length, parting her lips and licked the trickle of semen from the tip before clamping down on his erection and sucking before swallowing him whole. 

"Ah," He hissed and watched her head bobble up and down. His hand went into her hair, pulling strands away from her face as he watched her, his fangs out, his tongue moving from one to the other, strands of his hair falling across his eyes. "Esme.. Ah."

He was so fricken sexy.

Esme couldn't resist; her free hand went across his chest and ripped open his shirt. Her mouth fell open, accidentally and his length flopped down onto his abdomen. He hissed but let her take her time in marvelling at the ice king before her. Her hands followed along the ridges of his muscled abs, caressing the 'V' lines above his hips, her touch featherlight and eying his cock against such a marbled and flawless skin. 

"Keep looking at me like that, and we will fuck," Gabriel growled with a toothy grin, revealing his fangs again. Esme's eyes burned into his, feeling a strong pull, a need, a craving to do exactly that. But with forced control, she refrained from stripping her jeans and riding him. 

Esme licked her lips and grabbed him once more, then groaned over his length as he pushed her all the way down, filling her up and spurted into her mouth. The pair watched each other as he thrust into her, releasing the last of his semen.. Esme pulled away, swallowing, watching him in a daze.

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