Chapter 70: Under The Sheets: Part Two

Gabriel crashed his lips into hers and clung onto her hair as Esme arched her back, pushing her breasts into his chest and pulling him closer to her. Their bodies became intertwined, their breaths ragged as they became animals in a heated embrace. Esme's nails dug into his neck and scraped down to his chest as he pulled away from her lips and gazed at her with dark desire mirroring hers. 

Gabriel dove back down, and she started giggling from the featherlight kisses down her neck and his free hand stroking the side of her hip, leaving goosebumps along her skin. He lowered his body into hers, and she savoured his warmth and the electrical shocks buzzing through her as he put her nipple in his mouth. Esme gasped and lowered her hand to his groin, and paused, looking down at the bulge in his boxers. 

"Why are you wearing boxers?" She asked, and he finished nibbling on her bud, making her core clench in delight.

Gabriel licked her nipple and looked up at her through his messy white locks. "It's not very modest cuddling you while you slept," He replied and began trailing kisses and small bites of his fangs down her abdomen. 

"Um, hello!? I am naked!" She said in exasperation and grabbed at his boxers. "Take these down, or I'll rip them off."

Gabriel smirked and playfully bit the side of her hip, "Hmmm, quite the ferocious little thing aren't you." He crawled closer to her, so his face hovered above hers again. "Rip them off then, I have plenty-"

Before he finished speaking, Esme had grown her claws and ripped the material in half just before his hard length. Gabriel's eyes widened by a fraction in shock, and he hissed before his lids became hooded again. Esme bit her lip, she would never hurt him there, but it was funny to see for a split second that the vampire king thought his cock might be in danger from her claws. Before he could say anything, Esme cupped his balls and started to knead him. 

He hummed in delight and watched her in appreciation, his gaze wandering over her face. 

"I'm just warming you up first," She whispered and began kissing his neck tenderly before her hand lightly stroked up his length, teasing him until she felt his hand wrap around hers to firmly hold him and started to pump up and down. 

Esme found it even hotter that he directed her. "I thought you said you were warming me up," Gabriel said huskily as she sunk her head back in the pillow and looked up at the striking man above her while she pleasured him below. He lowered his face to her neck and licked the area before whispering against her goosebumps. "I'm going to bite you again, but not yet. This is the last time I will ask permission. Will it be okay?" 

"Of course, I told you. Do what you want with me, Gabriel," She whispered before spreading her legs wider and placing the head of his shaft at her entrance. 

Gabriel chuckled and rubbed the tip up her moist folds. "It seems I don't need to play down there. You're already wet," He purred, then plunged into her core, stretching her, and she gasped at the sweet pain of the delightful intrusion. "Jeese, Es," Gabriel groaned and slowly pulled back and started thrusting slowly. "You're so tight. When was the last.." He stopped and hissed before burrowing himself deeper inside of her. 

Esme wrapped her legs around Gabriel's waist, and her hands clung onto his shoulders, her senses feeling overwhelmed by his penetration, and she moaned loudly as he impaled her so deeply and waited for her to get used to the size of him. "Fuck, are you okay?" He asked and excruciatingly slowly thrust into her. She could feel her core tightening and knotting around him greedily, wanting more for him to help with this ache. 

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Esme reached for his face and smiled, "I'm fine; you don't always have to be gentle, you know." 

Gabriel grinned wickedly then and playfully bit her bottom lip, quickening his pace. "Oh, I won't. I'm just making sure you don't finish before me. With me.. making love isn't a sprint; it's a marathon." He winked and slammed into her roughly, making her tip her head back and groan, her nails scratched down the side of his arms, and she tried to refrain from cutting too deeply. 

"Making love.." Isana's voice suddenly popped up, but even though she sounded questionable, her wolf was enjoying herself and didn't mention anything about their mate. Esme quickly tuned into her wolf while she could still tell which way was up; it was odd, her wolf had no quarrels with what they were doing. There was no guilt or anger for cheating on their mate. She knew it was nearly impossible unless they were ruthless and cruel to cheat on one's mate.

Esme was thrown around, and she suddenly found herself straddling Gabriel, their bodies still entangled, and she gasped from the change in position. "Stay with me, Es," Gabriel growled and spanked her right cheek as she started to grind on him, her hands placed on his chest for balance. 

"Always," She mewled and flipped her hair back, enjoying the deeper connection to the vampire below her. She felt a little vulnerable with her body so exposed to him, her scars and ugliness of her past now on show, but when she looked back down at Gabriel, he stared at her like she was beautiful just the way she was. Her chest warmed at the sight of him, and she didn't realise her gaze became gentle, and a small smile hovered on her lips. 

Then Gabriel's hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them, making her head fall back again. His hand then lowered down to her clit; she quivered at how sensitive she felt while riding him. 

"Gabriel," She gasped, then bit her lip that didn't stop her from moaning and quickening her thrusts. He sat upright then and grabbed her ass, meeting her thrusts and whispered her name against her neck, kissing her nipples and stirring her on even more. Esme's fingers tangled themselves in his hair, her legs wrapped around him, and she met his lips. 

Their kiss became aggressively sexy, and she bit him back before releasing him, and her tongue moved up to his fangs, and he bit lightly, the sudden sharp pain sent her into euphoric bliss, and she erupted, clinging onto him as they tasted her blood in their mouths. Gabriel then rolled them around and lowered his mouth to her neck as he continued to thrust into her and sunk his fangs just above her collarbone. 

"Gabriel!" She screamed and came again before he suddenly pulled out of her and spilt his semen on her stomach while he continued to drink her blood. Esme was in an overwhelming haze, her core throbbed, and her body felt weightless, yet his little moans on her skin made her crave him more. 

"Gabriel," She whispered and almost groaned at him pulling his mouth away from her collarbone; she could see the want on his face and how hard he was refraining from continuing to drink from her. 

"When can you go again?" She asked and giggled at the surprised look on his features. 

Gabriel licked his lips. "I told you, we won't rest until you pass out. I'm a vampire; I don't get tired." He lowered his head and nestled his face between her breasts. "And I know.." He kissed her right breast. "I won't ever," He kissed her left breast. "Get tired of you.." He thrust into her, and she gasped in surprise; he was rock solid and ready to go again.

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