The Loneliest Stars || EDITING

Chapter 21

As soon as she had made that statement, something had shifted in the air. The tension had simultaneously been lifted and thickened. He walked her backwards into the room until the back of her calves hit the edge of the bed.

"Lie down, babe," he instructed, his voice bossy and gritty. Natalia did as she was instructed. She couldn't even feel the throbbing in her foot anymore, she was altogether distracted by throbbing in other areas.

This dominant Gabe was a revelation. She knew that they perhaps should have a conversation first about all the events of the past two days, but this was also a conversation...of sorts. She had just agreed to be his? Should she have found out what that even entailed before she had let her hormones and nether regions take over her decision making?

Those thoughts were lost as soon as he started kissing her again, with a renewed sense of urgency and with a passion that spoke of wishes fulfilled. She was lost, intoxicated on him as his mouth continuously moved over hers in new and exciting ways.

Her hands roamed freely over his toned and muscular back, grabbing at the dips and indentations that had plagued her mind's eye ever since she had seen him shirtless earlier that evening. His body stretched over hers, she liked feeling his weight on top of hers, making her feel small and feminine. This man could really kiss, her bruised and kiss-swollen lips were a testament to that.

He pulled away from her mouth, making her moan at the loss of contact, his lips were soon back on her, on her neck trailing kisses on her collarbone, planting rough love bites on her chest, that made her pull his hair in retaliation. He chuckled against her skin.

"Don't do that again unless you want it rough," he warned her.

Did she want it rough? She wanted everything when it came to Gabe, whatever he was willing to give, that was her bag. Rough or slow or tender, as long as it was him.

He propped himself up on an elbow, he leaned over to the bedside lamp, turning it on so they could see each other in the dark. He gave her a heated smile before he started kissing down her neck again, his finger working to lift the hem of her shirt up her stomach.

She stilled his hand, her nerves and self-consciousness getting the best of her. She wanted him, God, she just got a taste of how it could be and she wanted all of it, all of him but letting him see her naked? He was perfect and had the perfect body, how could he possibly find her attractive? She didn't want to be lost in her own insecurities, but they were slowly invading her peace.

She sighed, her body tensing up under his. Gabe noticed her withdrawing into herself. He always had an uncanny ability to pick up on the changes in her mood.

Brown eyes met green. Hers were glassy with unbidden tears. He bent down to kiss her, slowly, until he stole her breath away and she relaxed into him again.

He kissed a path to the sliver of skin that was uncovered by her shirt on her stomach. Pressing urgent, soft and wet kisses on her skin until she was writhing with pleasure, with her all her nerve endings on fire. He slowly pulled the shirt up until it was under her chin and her breasts, unfettered by a bra were revealed to his gaze.

Watching his eyes darkened with lust, transfixed on her chest was the biggest turn on. He bent his head down to lick at her large, dark nipple whilst a hand massaged her other tit. She was in pure ecstasy, her hand went to his hair pulling and tugging at the strands as she groaned loudly into the dimly lit room.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he swore, and she didn't know whether it was the cursing that sealed it for her but she believed him. She was going to enjoy this. He made her feel sexy and so wanted, and she wanted him to enjoy it too.