Chapter 40

He walked around me, slowly. Checking out every detail. And I hadn't even realised that I had both my hands and legs crossed until he stood behind me and uncrossed them. I don't even know what happened, all I know was that he somehow managed to place his leg between my own and he had my arms glued to my side. 

" For the millionth time Layla, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever come across!" he spoke the words against my neck. But I felt the earnesty in them, and I felt his need to have me believe and understand him. 

" Do you get that? "

I breathed in, then I looked up at him and saw the truth in his blue grey eyes.

" Mmh," I assured him. He flashed me a smirk, then I was suddenly scooped up in his arms as he made his way to his bedroom with quick strides. 

I no longer recognized myself, the Layla Kendrick I was in that moment was worlds away from the one I had been just a couple of days before. But it was just for a night, and after that we would go on with our lives as if nothing had happened. This was strictly a one time thing and nothing more. 

He unlocked the door and made his way in, kicking it closed behind him, then he headed for the large four poster bed and laid me on top oh so gently. I sat up on my elbows and watched him as he kicked his shoes off. The need to hide myself from him so great I struggled to maintain it. But each time I was tempted to do so, I recalled all the praises he had showered me with. And if that wasn't enough then I simply had to look at the hungry look in his eyes when he stared at me. Like he currently was. He took off his coat and threw it away, not caring where it landed then he climbed on the bed, eyeing me like a hungry lion on the hunt. And I felt like a meek squirrel when he wrapped his hands around my knees and pried my legs apart. 

His eyes seemed to brighten up, his nostrils flared and his lips parted and I heard this sound from the back of his throat. This needy low grumbling sound that had my blood turning hot and my heartbeat picking up the pace. 

" Goodness sweetheart," he absentmindedly uttered. And I wondered what might have been going through his head. Whether he was disappointed or shocked or confused or-

" Lovely, " he said. Cutting short my train of thought. And I felt such relief I'm certain he sensed it. 

I watched him as he lifted his hands, both of them,and parted the lips at my center. And watching him watch me was turning me on way more than I would have imagined.

I had an idea of what he was planning to do even before he did it, and my eyes widened slightly, my eyes still on his since he hadn't broken the eye contact. And in that instance, that little niche of time before he dipped his head into my center and drew out an unfiltered scream from me, I felt it. 

I have no clue what exactly it was, but I'm almost certain that he felt is as well. Some sort of magnetism that made my heart pound even faster. And despite the situation, the memory of his stupid yet lovely laughter filled my senses, the sight of his smile and the very existence of that very infuriating male became wrapped up into one feeling, and that feeling slammed into me like a wrecking ball and had me shaken like I never had been before. 

Then he lapped his tongue over my clit and all sense was lost. He repeated the action over and over until my hands found their way to his hair and tugged.

" Oh gosh! it's too much!" I cried out with my face concocted as if I was in pain. Because it WAS too much. I feared it was more pleasure than I had the capacity to endure. And I cried out, called him- no, I yelled out his name countless times, asking him for more, for less, for something I didn't even know because I wasn't myself. 

And I watched him, my eyes never leaving the sight of him as he drank me up like a parched man at a fountain. 

And I was the fountain that was so willing to give. He did this thing with his tongue and I pulled his hair even tighter. I think it was the same thing he had done with his fingers back at the party, and I felt as the pleasure built up on itself, forming this tall wall that was so close to crumbling. And the closer it got to crumbling the more force he applied, until I had my legs wrapped around him. Caging him . Restricting him from escaping.

I was the prisoner here, the slave to sensation,but we were locked in the same cage as far as I was concerned. He drew back a few inches, then he said, " Come for me, sweetheart, " before he dived back in with even more drive. 

And I did, unable to stop the rivulets and shudders of pleasure as they coursed through me. I think I broke the fourth commandment more times that night than I had throughout my entire life. It's ' Though shall not mention Gods name in vain, ' just in case you were wondering. 

And oh did I mention it. Afterwards my entire body went limp and I struggled to regain my breathing. Gabriel untangled himself from the net that was my legs and made his way up the mattress to where I was. Then he cradled me in his arms and kissed the top of my head. I didn't want to fall asleep, but I felt so wonderfully tired. My eyes flickered with drowsiness and I struggled to keep them open. He noticed my struggle and chuckled lightly. Pressing his lips to mine in a kiss that made me crave the feel of his skin and his touch again. I tasted myself, and the thought had me tucking my head in the crook of his neck and smiling. I had never experienced a feeling as great as that. And so I told him so.

" That was really nice," I admitted. The words spoken against his skin. 

Why was he still dressed! 

I asked myself, my hands playfully going to his shirt buttons and remaining there. The last thing I wanted was for him to notice how in need of him I actually was. 

But he did, and he asked me to take it off. I slowly undid the buttons, one by one. And with each fragment of skin I revealed, the more my need grew. But I still felt a bit drowsy and tired. Once  the shirt was completely unbuttoned, he sat up and took it off. Then he held me in his arms again and asked me to rest. 

" This is only the start, we have more than enough time to explore the true depths of this later on, " 

His chest was perfectly sculpted and his skin was so firm and soft. And it felt perfect against my own. I breathed him in and felt him as he brought the duvet cover over us. Then he told the lights to switch off. No I'm not crazy, he literally said " lights off " and the room turned dark. And somewhere in the silence I heard him whisper something to himself, something that sounded like, " Germaine, you are officially fucked, " 

But I was too sleepy to dwell on it, so I snuggled closer to him and let sleep take over. 

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The following morning I woke up extra early, around 4am I think. And though I still wanted to stay by his side I decided against the idea. This was not how one went about a no strings attached relationship. I couldn't been sleeping in his arms and waking up to the sound of his voice and heartbeat. I had a weak heart, and little things like this, they would inevitably affect me in the long run. And I didn't want that to happen so I would protect myself at all cost. Slowly, I slipped out of the bed and silently made my way to the door, then I realized I was completely stark naked and went to where he had thrown his shirt, putting it on as I exited the room. I made my way to my own room, feeling as if I something I was in need of was suddenly missing but not paying much attention to it. I got into my own covers and closed my eyes, then everything began replaying itself in my head over and over. The memories making me hot all over. And that throbbing ache at my center started to build up again so I stopped the thoughts immediately and tried to force myself to sleep.