Gabriel
Winter’ssudden vulnerability amidst her rebellious temper breaks my heart. I didn’t want to tell her about Mark’s plan to hand her over. I don’t want her to be scared. But at the same time, I don’t see how I can keep the information from her. Knowing Winter, she might do something out of defiance to prove I don’t get to tell her what to do and then walk straight into a situation that could get her killed. And right now, it feels as though we’re walking a tightrope when it comes to keeping her alive and out of the Blackmoor heirs’ hands.
She needs to know so she doesn’t do anything stupid. At least now, I trust that she’ll listen to me. Because the genuine fear in her eyes tells me she does understand the gravity of our situation. She might have had some freedom when no one knew she was alive, and she had the full backing of the Devil’s Sons to keep her safe. But Mark’s clear position on the matter has made it apparent that I’m on my own when it comes to protecting her. I can’t even trust my boys to have my back in this matter. Not because they wouldn’t want to help, but because if they did and Mark found out, they would be directly disobeying their president’s orders. And that’s how you bring hell down on your shoulders.
No, Winter and I are on our own. And I don’t give a shit what Mark says. I’m not letting her go. She’s mine, and she’s now the mother of my child. I refuse to hand her over, and if I must, I will give up my life to protect her.
When our lips meet, I try to pour every ounce of that emotion into my kiss. I desperately want to show her how much she means to me, but I can’t seem to find the words. Instead, as I kiss her, I feel her soften into me. All that fiery defiance she showed since I dragged her from the clinic has vanished with my revelation. And as she runs her hands up my chest to wrap her arms around my neck, I pull her closer.
I crave more of her and feel an intense need to be closer still. But I don’t want to break her or hurt the baby. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pull her onto my lap as I deepen our kiss, my tongue gently stroking between her lips.
She groans lightly, her tongue tangling with mine as she combs her fingers into my hair. Christ, this girl is so sexy, and it turns me on to know she’s carrying my baby inside her. My cock throbs as I realize I could come in her without a condom any time I want because she’s already pregnant. That’s all it takes for my erection to swell until I’m pressing against the zipper of my jeans, rising against her ass.
As carefully as I can, I lie Winter back onto the bed, shifting so she can lie on her back with me leaning on my side next to her. My lips never leave hers, but as I use one arm to prop myself up, I slowly feel down the side of her body until my free palm comes to rest on her belly. I can’t even feel a bump, certainly no baby feet kicking at my touch, but my heart feels as though it might burst from my chest with the joy of knowing a little life is growing inside her.Ourbaby. I could be a father.
We're both breathless and gasping when I finally break our kiss, but my balls are so tight with arousal that I need release. Easing my hand under her shirt, I slide the fabric up and over her breasts, shoulders, then head. Winter’s chest rises and falls with each breath, and her creamy skin looks so stunning and delicious that I have to taste it. As I reach beneath her to unclasp her bra, I press my lips to her collarbone, then work my way down her chest.
Freeing her hard, perky nipples from their fabric prison, I take one in my mouth. I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I could swear it’s fuller than before, her breasts growing in preparation for feeding the life inside her. Winter moans, arching up into my mouth, and I take her other breast in my palm, massaging it gently as I tease her nipple with my tongue.
“That feels so fucking good,” she breathes, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
I hum against her, loving that I can turn her on like she turns me on. Releasing her nipple, I make my way down her flat stomach with my lips, kissing a trail toward the top button of her jeans. I can’t wait to see her belly grow round and swollen with the child I’ve put inside her. My cock throbs at the thought of her tummy stretching to hold our baby.
I take my time as I reach her belly button, kissing her tenderly again and again as my fingers work to unbutton and unzip her jeans.
“You’re so beautiful,” I breathe against her skin.
Winter’s fingers comb into my hair in response.
Only once her jeans are fully undone do I shift to take the waist of them, rising so I can pull them down over her full, round ass, baring her perfect pussy. Winter lifts her hips from the bed to allow me to strip her, and once I drop her pants to the floor, I stare down at her gloriously naked body. She’s the most perfect specimen I’ve ever seen. Soft and curvy in all the right places, her milky skin nearly translucent; it’s so soft.
Pulling my shirt over my head, I toss it carelessly to the side, followed quickly by my pants and boxers. But I don’t thrust inside of her like I might have before. I don’t tie her down or spread her wide. Instead, I worship her body. Starting at her feet, I massage them with my fingers, working my way up her legs as I press my lips to the tender spot on the inside of her knee, then trailing kisses slowly up her thigh toward their apex.
I can hear Winter’s breaths hitch as she grows more aroused, and my cock twitches with the excitement of knowing my tender attention is turning her on. I’ve never wanted to kiss and caress someone like I do now, to experience every inch of her in a new way, treat her to soft, restrained affection rather than hard and demanding lust.
When I reach her silky folds, I part them with the tip of my tongue and taste the sweet tang of her arousal. Winter gasps, her fingers twining in my hair once again as she lifts her hips to give me a better angle. Cupping her firm ass in my hands, I eat her out, my tongue pressing into her warm, wet pussy before stroking upward toward her clit.
By the way her hips rock, I can tell Winter wants more, harder. She’s turned on and craving a hard fuck. But I can’t. I need to feel every inch of her and experience her in a whole new way because she’s the mother of my child, and she’s carrying the most precious thing in the world.
“Oh, fuck!” Winter gasps as I take her clit between my lips and roll it gently with my tongue.
I love the sound of her voice, breathy and so full of lust she can barely speak. It’s incredibly sexy, and I desperately want to make her come with my tongue. Sucking more deliberately, I lavish her clit with attention as I bring two fingers to her pussy entrance, teasing it as I coat my fingers with her juices.
When they’re good and slick, I press inside of her, slowly, feeling every ridge and contour of her pussy walls. Winter groans, bucking up into me, and I support her weight with my palm on her ass.
“Fuck, I’m coming!”
A gush of arousal coats my fingers as Winter’s pussy clamps down around them, and her clit pulses against my tongue as her legs quiver with the intensity of her orgasm. My cock throbs painfully as I yearn to be inside her. But I don’t release her clit until the last of her aftershocks subside. Only once she collapses back onto the bed do I withdraw my fingers from her.
Sighing with contentment, Winter lets her eyes flutter closed. But I’m not nearly done.
“I love your body,” I purr against her skin as I kiss her folds and slowly work my way back up to her navel and between her breasts.
Winter hums with contentment, and I grow harder knowing I did that. I want more, and I can’t wait to feel her coming around my cock. Easing my way up her body, I press my lips to hers once more. It never fails to excite me when her tongue traces my lips, tasting her own juices after I’ve eaten her out. My cock presses greedily at her entrance, and I’m dying to shove inside her. But I don’t want to take her forcefully. I want to show her how much I care. That her body is nothing short of a miracle, and I adore her and our baby.
“Please, Gabriel,” she whispers against my lips as her hips shift, forcing the tip of my cock between her slick folds.
Fuck, she feels incredible. My cockhead slowly presses inside her tight pussy, and I groan with the sensation of her wet warmth taking me in, the silky sensation of her gripping me firmly. Winter gasps, her hips arching as she seeks relief for a second time.