Chapter 40: Don't Hurt Me, Gabriel
The cold steel of the table pressed against Diane's bare skin, the chill sent goosebumps over her exposed body.
But it wasn't the cold that made her tremble—it was him.
Gabriel was standing behind her like a dark force, consuming.
She could feel his breath at the nape of her neck, slow and easy, like it was calculated.
Then, without warning, he pushed her down.
A sharp gasp left her lips as her bare chest met the icy surface of the table, her body pinned beneath his strength.
He didn't hurt her, but he didn't let her move either.
"Gabriel—"
"Shhh…" he whispered against her ear, his lips barely grazed her skin.
His hands slid up her spine, fingertips gliding over her scars, tracing them as if memorising every line.
His touch was gentle, but there was something controlling about it.
Then he kissed her.
A slow press of his lips against the base of her neck.