If Not For You

Gabriel de le Poer · 05-05-2010, 09:21 PM

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Her body sought to hold him, to take him as he intended to take her. They were, for the moment, locked alone in a place that did not belong to them. Two bodies, one made of fire and the other made of moonlight, contained by a spring storm that would bring life just as they did. Gabriel did not thing about this. He was not thinking about outside of her face, her eyes, her scent, and the heat that radiated from within her. He needed this. He needed her, and could not understand why he had not sought to take her sooner. The firelight burned behind him, but he no longer considered it, just as he no longer considered the storm outside.

She dug her nails into his broad shoulders and he grunted, ivory teeth exposed as he panted out every breath. Each trust was met with her own motion, and each time she shifted her hips it was ecstasy. He did not think of the lost women, who had abandoned him before. He did not think about regrets or that perhaps this was a mistake. What he thought about was the every growing need to reach a pinnacle and leave himself thinking of nothing.

A cry broke from her mouth and he let out a guttural growl, eyes flashing in the firelight. Gabriel was a beast moved now by his needs. His thrusts became deeper, more frantic. Both arms wrapped around her waist and her back, pulling her up. Muscles built out of combat and three wars supported her with hardly any effort—and he held her almost roughly, almost as if he had no control. Upwards, deeper, he was growling and breathing heavily, desperate to reach a point he could barely remember. His mouth opened wide and wrapped around her throat, holding her in place, needing to feel every part of her.

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