The desperation in my voice makes me hate myself for being as easy as he claims I am. But I don't care anymore. The way he made me feel when he had sex in the woods… I want more of that. Not for a few minutes. No, this time I want him inside me for hours and hours. We have all the time we want, thanks to Aldith freezing the clock for us. And I need to experience filthy sex just once more before I die.
And yeah, I assume we will both die soon. Neither of us knows how to become the Brain, after all.
Gabriel picks me up and drops me onto the bed without even bothering to remove the covers.
Watching him undress mesmerizes me, and I couldn't move if I tried. I follow his every movement as he unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it, revealing all those rippling muscles that I'd seen when he fell from the sky yesterday. But now not even tatters of clothing conceal his physique. I long to lick a path along every one of those muscles.
But then he pushes his pants and underwear down to his ankles and kicks them off along with his socks. He'd already kicked his boots off before he got started stripping. My attention stalls on his cock, that thick, smooth, beautiful dick that I can't wait to feel inside me again.
"Strip," he commands.
And I do it. As quickly as I can, I ditch all my clothes and lie down on the bed again. "Gabriel, I—"
"Don't move."
I watch while he finds his backpack and pulls out a length of rope. "What's that for?"
"Always keep some rope with me just in case." He climbs onto the foot of the bed and crawls up my body on his hands and knees until his face hovers above mine. "And I need it right now."
"Why?"
"You know why, because you want it too. Don't you?"
I can't tell him to go to hell because the power of my arousal has stolen my breath. I feel the slickness of my cream all over my inner thighs, and I can smell it too. Whatever he wants to do, I want him to do it to me.
"Yes, Gabriel, I want it. I want you."
Chapter Eleven
Gabriel
What am I doing? I've never gone alpha-male asshole on a woman before. I never wanted to behave that way. But three years in the Echo changed me in ways I haven't fully explored yet and that I don't fully understand. Now that I have Sarah all to myself, in a place where no one will find us or interrupt us, I've developed a powerful urge to dominate her.
And she seems okay with that.
Fuck, I need to do this.
Sarah's tits rise and fall with her every breath, and her chest has become dappled with rosy pink. Her stiff nipples just up, begging me to devour them.
But not yet.
I carefully bind her wrists to her ankles with the rope, leaving just a bit of leeway to make sure she doesn't get chafed. "Don't speak unless I tell you to, and don't come unless I give you permission."
"But how—"
"I said don't speak."
She bites her lip, her eyes glossy with desire. Sarah has never looked more beautiful than she does right now.
I push her legs apart, keeping her knees bent, exposing every inch of her glistening pink flesh while I drink in the evidence of how much she wants me. Then I lie down with my head between her thighs and suck in a deep draft of her scent, groaning at the musky, addictive aroma. Now that I have her at my mercy, I need to tease her until she can't stand it anymore. So I drag mytongue up and down the edge of her cleft, flicking my tongue out occasionally to tease her inner folds.
Sarah moans and rocks her hips.
The sound, so erotic and hungry, pushes me to do more, to make her so aroused that she won't be able to think, much less speak. I hoist her hips and seal my mouth around her opening, thrusting my tongue deep again and again until she whimpers and thrashes, her breaths growing shorter and more erratic. When I feel like she's on the edge, I stop.
"Do you like what I'm doing?" I ask. "You can speak this one time, because I'm allowing you to do it."
"Yes," she breathes, "I love this. Don't stop."