Into Gabriel’s Trap

Into Gabriel's Trap

Rachel draped herself across the expensive silk sheets, her fingers lazily traced patterns over Martin's chest. 

His breath was still uneven, his body tense despite their supposed moment of relaxation. 

She could feel it—the hesitation, the regret.

Perfect.

She pressed closer, letting her lips graze his ear. 

"You're thinking too much," she whispered, her voice was so soft, soothing. "It ruins the moment."

Martin exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. "Rachel… this is dangerous."

Rachel pulled back slightly, letting her fingers dance over his shoulder.

 "Dangerous?" She let out a breathy laugh. "Martin, darling, don't pretend like you care about that. If you did, you wouldn't have let me in your bed."

Martin frowned, looking away. "Leon isn't someone to mess with. And Gabriel—"

Rachel tensed slightly at the mention of Gabriel Frost.