Chapter 71: Insatiable: Part One

{ He looked at her 

the way she needed to be looked at

like the whole world could crumble 

and he wouldn't blink.  ~ Atticus }

Esme rolled to the side, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to calm her ragged breathing. So far, she hadn't passed out but was extremely close to it. It was only because she fell back onto the bed that Gabriel stopped his addictively pleasurable onslaught. 

Lowering her eyes, she looked out the window and saw the first signs of dawn on the horizon. The first rays of the sun pierced across the streets breaking out the purple hues of the sky into bloody orange and pink clouds. 

Had they really been sleeping together for nine hours? Her eyes widened in shock, but her aching limbs and flashbacks to the 20+ positions they'd done proposed it was indeed true. Gabriel really did teach her a thing or two; she sighed in content wanting and opposing to doing it again. 

She looked to the side in awe at the sex god. He was sweaty and deliciously unkempt but was pulling on his boxers like he'd just finished a pleasant workout. Gabriel stared back at her, smirking before jumping back onto the bed and lying on his side next to her. He looked wide awake; for a moment, she wondered how long vampires could really go for, then shook her head.

Gabriel grinned, revealing his fangs, and he lowered his lips to her ear. "We could go for days if you really want to. I only sleep two hours a night," He whispered before nibbling on her ear. Esme grinned and turned to face him, pulling his face down to meet hers and kissing him tenderly before pouncing on top of him, surprising the vampire. 

She lowered herself, resting her chest on his and rested her chin on one arm while her other hand started drawing circles on Gabriel's collarbone. "Hmmm, I would continue, but my boss is quite an ass. I can't be too lippy with him because I haven't slept most the night," She purred, though she squinted a little to keep herself awake, even if her body was fighting itself over creating carnage with this vampire in the bedroom and passing out. 

"Oh really?" Gabriel chuckled and grabbed her hand, biting it playfully. 

Instantly Esme's pulse raced at seeing her finger pressed against his right fang, and she gulped, feeling desire shoot through her. 

Dammit, control yourself, woman!

"Hey now.. your control went out of the window the moment you climbed on top of him in the bath." Isana snickered, enjoying the peaceful and joyous moment with the vampire beneath them. 

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Esme pouted, and Gabriel grinned, releasing her finger from his mouth. "I don't mean to, but when I do get glimpses inside your head, it can be entertaining. You seem to bicker with your wolf a lot."

Esme's cheeks reddened from his comment; it was so strange he could hear their conversations. "I thought you said you couldn't read my mind that much?" She asked with a slight frown, but she honestly didn't care at the moment, as long as he stayed clear of her memories. She told him she would answer anything he asked anyway, so maybe he wouldn't feel the need to search her mind like he would his enemies. 

Gabriel smiled gently and kissed her. "I can't, but sometimes if I try to, I get glimpses whenever you feel comfortable enough to 'let me in." He air-quoted with his fingers. "But like I said, I can turn it on and off whenever as well. It just so happens I have listened a few times over the last few days."

"Ah, so that's how you're so good with your mouth and fingers," She winked and couldn't help but giggle as his eyes narrowed. 

"Oh, Esme," He turned them over so he was above her again and kissed her tenderly behind her ear. "I don't need to read your mind to know how to pleasure you." His hand trailed down her body and lightly brushed across her throbbing core.

Esme gulped and shifted underneath him. "I-I never doubted you," She stuttered and cursed in her head at how he just affected her speech. 

"Oh no, I think I need to show you," He bit her earlobe lightly. "Again."

Gabriel started to lower himself down, nestling himself between her thighs and caressing them with his hands while his gaze met hers, and he smirked. 

"No, no!" She grabbed his head as he parted his lips to start sucking on her wet and probably bruised vagina. "You are very, very skilful! But I don't think I can- ah." Esme's fingers threaded through his hair as he brought his tongue to her folds and tightened his hold on her legs, keeping her in place.

Why?! She wasn't complaining at all, but her body was both protesting from fatigue and happily falling back into a blissful high, again from this insatiable man. He was going to make her crazy over him, and they'd only been together for one night. She wondered how many hearts he had broken before.

Esme inhaled sharply, her thoughts turning blank from the exquisite sensation rushing through her being from Gabriel's skilful tongue. Her hand clenched the bedsheets and the other in Gabriel's hair. 

"Gabe.. Gabriel!" She gasped, flinging her head back, squirming underneath him as her core built as he devoured her relentlessly until a high pitch cry escaped her, and she came, seeing blurred coloured dots across her vision before she collapsed, breathing harshly. Esme looked down at Gabriel, his chin resting atop her abdomen with a well-deserved arrogant smile splitting across his deviously angelic features. 

He licked his lips, then climbed over her pulling her into his embrace. She managed to move enough to kiss his chest before her droopy eyes snapped open at the sound of her stomach rumbling. Gabriel chuckled, "I forgot, I've been snacking on you all night. You need something to eat." 

Esme heard both hidden meanings behind his words and blushed.

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