Gabriel roars and grips me tight, and suddenly, I can feel him. His cock pulses so deep inside of me, and I moan eagerly, and I feel the hot flood of his release deep inside. He throbs over and over, pumping his seed into me over and over, until we both gasp and come to a trembling stop.
Sweat runs down my back, and I breath in the manly scent of his skin and lick the sweat from it as he holds me close and tight. And we stay just like that as the sun sets and the moon glows across the Georgia sky above.
And I know—I know—this is no sin. In fact, it’s the closest to God I’ve ever felt. And all it took was committing carnal sin, with the most incredible sinner I’ve ever met.
“Gabriel—”
“I love you,” he says quietly. His eyes blaze in the moonlight, unblinking. I choke up, and I gasps as I sear my lips to his, moaning softly as I kiss him with all that I am.
“I love you, too,” I whisper.
He holds me, and I hold him, and I know at least in this moment, we’re untouchable.
“You’re staying here tonight,you know.”
We’re in his bed in the Winnebago, soaked in sweat and glowing after round two. I bite my lip, and I’m about to protest, but he shakes his head with a grin.
“I’ll bribe that Melanie friend of yours if I have to, to lie for you, but you are.”
I chew on my bottom lip, and I grin. “Hang on.”
I reach for my phone, and I quickly tap out a text to Melanie, saying that Paul and my father are fighting again, and that I’m with my brother deep in prayer, but that my parents might be worried about me being out so late, so is it okay, in this extreme circumstance, to tell a little white lie that I’m staying at her house.
Gabriel snorts, and I turn to see him grinning and reading it over my shoulder.
“Sneak!” I giggle, playfully slapping him.
He groans. “I am definitely a bad influence on you.”
I grin. “Maybe, but I’m not complaining.”
He looks into my eyes. “How’s your eternal soul feel about that?”
“Perfectly content and at ease, thank you very much,” I whisper with a grin. “And I mean that.”
“Good,” he growls, pulling me into him and kissing me. I giggle and pull away just enough to text my parents about being at Melanie’s, before I toss it away and snuggle into him.
“Gabriel?” I suddenly frown. “Are you really marrying Paul and Lizzie tomorrow?”
He nods. “Yep,” he says with a sly smile.
I arch a brow at the grin on his face. “What’s that about?”
“Oh, nothing.”
I twist my lips, my brow furrowing. “He’s really going to just rip off the town and leave? And you’re really okay just marrying them and letting it happen?”
Gabriel’s grin widens, and he pulls me into his arms. “You just need to trust me, angel,” he murmurs.
“Gabriel—”
“Do you trust me?”
I bite my lip, and I nod. “Yeah, I do.”
“Then let’s worry about tomorrow, tomorrow,” he murmurs. “Because I am far from done with you tonight.”
His cock throbs hard against my thigh, and I moan as he pulls me into his arms and turns off the light.