Chapter 72: Insatiable: Part Two

"Hold on, let me speak to Vincent," Gabriel continued, unaware of her sudden embarrassment as he climbed across the bed that made her feel even smaller than she was. It could fit more than ten people in easily; they rolled around under the covers without once falling off the bed, even with some of the positions they tried. 

Gabriel held a phone to his ear, one that wasn't his mobile but was obviously his penthouse phone. "Vincent. Can you get some food for Miss Esme, please? Oh, one moment," He held the phone away and glanced at her, "What do you want to eat?" 

"What do you have?" She asked instantly, not knowing what she wanted. 

"I don't have food here.." Gabriel trailed off and grinned, revealing his fangs to make his point. Esme shaped her mouth in an 'O' and thought for a moment. 

"Hmm, as it's morning. Betty's café should be open, so maybe three cooked breakfasts? No, wait, make it three and a large berry smoothie. I need some fruits." She replied, then giggled at his raised brow. "Someone has made me very hungry."

Gabriel smirked, then spoke into the phone, "Did you hear that? Good, leave the tray outside when you have it."

"I feel bad. Isn't Vincent like off-work hours?" Esme queried as Gabriel put the phone into the receiver. He scooped her up in his arms and walked back through the parlour where blankets were still left on the floor where they also had some fun, then through to the bathroom. "Gabriel, just give me a few hours-"

Gabriel burst into laughter and placed her gently down inside of the shower, stripping himself of his boxers as he turned it on. "Vincent works around the clock, so don't worry, but did you not want to shower? Don't worry, I will be good. I'm not an animal, you know," He said, tilting her chin up and kissing her tenderly on the lips. "I'm just making sure you won't pass out in the shower or something." 

Esme realised then she was still holding onto his arm for balance and covered her eyes. "I'm sure I will be fine," She spoke into her hands before spreading her fingers and looking at Gabriel, who held her by the hips, keeping her still. She hadn't realised she'd lost her balance slightly. 

He smirked and pulled her into him under the showerhead. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. You don't have to do a thing. Maybe the bath would have been better, but" He looked at the empty bath. "It would take longer just to fill it up." Gabriel kissed the top of her head and grabbed one of the bottles on the side before foaming it in his hands and starting to work his magic in her hair and massaging her shoulders. 

"I think I'll sleep if you keep massaging me, Gabriel," She murmured sleepily. Gabriel slowly stopped, then grabbed another bottle and started caressing her body with the soap.

"I'll make it quick. Even if you do look delectable, I can hold back," Gabriel said confidently as he lowered down and embarrassingly started to clean her lower region. He touched it so tenderly that she felt a tiny spark of want coming back to the surface. 

"I think that's clean enough there," She muttered, peeking through one of her closed eyes and holding onto his shoulder and the wall for balance. Her embarrassment of him touching her so intimately even to clean was long gone now; she shrugged it off. He'd seen and touched most parts of her body now. 

She giggled and looked down at Gabriel as he cleaned, then kissed her feet, then calf, and he caressed her slowly. "It is quite a sight to have a King doing such things for a lowly rogue like me," She jested, but the smile paused on her face as he suddenly loomed over her. 

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Gabriel clutched her cheeks gently in his hands and lowered his forehead to hers, not caring of the water streaming down them both. "You are not lowly. Even in your jokes, I can hear what you think about yourself." He kissed her gently then pulled back slightly, his head still on hers as he gazed into her dark eyes. "Please, you are more than that. You are Esme, my goddess, and I would kiss the ground you walk on if it made you happy."

"Gabriel.." She stared back into his striking blue eyes, mystified by his words. "I.." She didn't know what to say. 

"Just don't doubt yourself in such a way. I wasn't always a King, and I am here with you simply as Gabriel," He continued before kissing her forehead and pulling away. 

Esme gulped, still stupefied to say anything. She knew joking around always hid her insecurities, but she hadn't even thought about what she said. Thinking about it now, Esme knew that her words did come from deep-rooted thoughts, one that keeps dwelling in her mind about the apparent differences between the pair. But she kept shrugging it off; she had only been with Gabriel for one night, she couldn't think so deeply about a relationship that hadn't even begun. 

Her heart pinched at the inner demons inside of her doubting herself and the vampire who washed while still making sure she wasn't going to pass out. She knew her inferiority and doubts were clouding her judgement about her and Gabriel. She knew from how gentle and even how caring he was acting now that there was more to this than a simple 'shag-athon' of a night. 

Esme stared at the vampire's muscular body in awe, watching as the soap and water trickled down him. "I'm starting to think you are quite the little pervert, Es." She snapped her eyes up to meet Gabriel's that flashed with amusement. Her cheeks heated, and she shook her head. 

"Well, it's not my fault you're crazy good looking. I'm sure you are used to people marvelling at your beauty all the time," Esme argued, folding her arms before reaching out from the sudden wave of dizziness. 

Gabriel caught her around the waist and pulled her closer to him, and chuckled. "Do you think I give anyone the chance to marvel at me?" He smirked at her parted lips. 

Esme gulped and shook her head. 

"Good girl. I only let you," He drawled before kissing her gently and deepening the kiss as he picked her up, her arms wrapped around his neck as he held her by the waist in one arm and placed her on the counter. She sighed as he walked away, chuckling to himself and returned with a towel. Lifting her up again, he wrapped the soft towel around her before covering his waist with his own. 

Gabriel swept Esme up in his arms again, this time carrying her bridal style and gently placed her on the bed again just as a knock sounded at the door. Once the pair were changed, Esme wearing Gabriel's black silk dressing gown, drowning her in it and Gabriel surprisingly in tracksuit bottoms and a top. She stared at him, enjoying his wet tousled hair look with regular clothing just as much as if he were wearing a suit. It was another side to him that made her wonder just how relaxed he was with her in his room and seeing him in such a way.

Esme shook her head and followed him through to the parlour where he'd set up the food on the coffee table. "Hey," Esme clutched at Gabriel's hand, "I think I should tell you everything now. I can't keep taking advantage of you." She winked, trying to lighten the tone of her voice though they both knew she dreaded bringing up such a horrid past.

"Take your time.." He kissed her head, and they settled down on the sofa for her to eat.

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