"No, Gabby. You were..." He stopped, took a breath and then blew my mind away. "It was Samael. It wasn't you."
We sat there, staring at each other, the silence thickening like the well-known smog of the city. Finally, I asked him to elaborate because none of his words were making sense to me.
"Samael isn't the Devil or Shaytan. He summons death when a person’s time has come. He came for you, Gabby. Your desire to walk off the pier was based on his whisperings in your ear." I knew I should have been pissed off. Maybe kicking and screaming and blaming. That's what the old Gabby would have done. She would have stormed out and hunted Samael down to rip him a new asshole.
But this Gabrielle, this Spunky, was done. She was done wasting her life or in this case, her eternity.
I stood, feeling bereft of the heat I'd come to associate with Hunter. I stripped my non-descript clothes off me and presented my naked body to Hunter as a gift.
"I hope God isn't going to send me to Hell for this," I murmured as I took a step toward him, reaching out for his hand and placing it on my stomach; palm open and pressing into my flesh.
"No," he rasped, "He created us with the idea that we could keep each other happy. Sex isn't a sin, Gabby. It's the reward for our existence. He wanted us to feel pleasure. It's his gift to us."
Kneeling at his feet, I looked up at his darkening pupils, the deep pools of his irises pulling me in like a whirlwind.
"Are you an angel, Hunter?" I asked him as I lowered my head to his lap. My hands travelled slowly up his thighs all the while I peppered kisses on the inside of his jean-clad thigh.
"Yes," he whispered, his breath catching as one of my hands slid to his zipper, popping the button. Our gazes caught. The air crackling from the hunger growing between us.
"Are you my angel, Hunter?" I continued, needing answers but also craving his touch. His bare, naked skin.
"Yes."
"Take your jeans off," I commanded.
Hunter made quick work of his zipper, slipping out of his jeans. We were both naked, in Purgatory, exploring each other's bodies.
Towering over my kneeling form, Hunter looked down on me with such barely restrained desire that I felt as though I held all the power. Looking in from the outside, I probably seemed submissive but that picture would be deceiving. I had the control and I loved it.
"Give yourself to me, Hunter."
With a deep rooted groan, Hunter took one step closer. One hand latched onto my hair, the other palmed his proud shaft; the thick head weeping with anticipation. In a sensual move that had me shivering with need, Hunter angled his cock to my mouth and circled my lips, painting them with his cum. My tongue darted out in search of his essence, wanting it inside of me.
"Open."
I did as he commanded, my tongue hanging out like a sacrificial offering.
"Do you have any idea how many times I have pictured you this way? Naked and willingly giving yourself to me." Every move was with purpose. His eyes transfixed by the soft connection between my lips and his cock. His hand firmly guiding, round and round, until he used his free hand on my chin to open my mouth wide.
"You are so incredibly beautiful, Gabby."
I had never heard another man speak to me with such awe in his voice. It was humbling and it made my insides tremble with gratitude.
"Every time you hurt yourself," he began, slowly pushing the head of his cock inside my eager mouth. "Every time you gave yourself to another," he continued, tracing the skin where we were joined with the pad of his forefinger. "Every time you cried when the poor bastard left your bed," he gritted through clenched teeth, pushing deeper inside. "Every time you hurt, I died a little more inside."
His words were killing me yet bringing me back to life, all at once. Never in my life had I felt this loved and wanted in equal measure. I knew lust and its benefits but knew nothing of love and its rewards.
Kneeling at his feet, legs slightly apart, fingers digging into his thighs and my head thrown back with his cock slowly sliding in and out between my lips; I finally understood the almighty high of being in power.
It was heady and I never wanted to lose that feeling.
"Know this, Gabby. Once our bodies mate, our souls will become one forever. No turning back now, angel."
As Hunter pulled back, the slick slide of his cock, all rigid and veiny, turned me on beyond anything I had ever experienced.
Before he could push back inside, I asked one last question, "Why are you my angel, Hunter?"
I barely had the time to take a breath then his beautiful cock was back inside my mouth. With a tilt of his hips, he buried himself deep inside my throat; my lips touching his pelvis. I was practically choking, his dick invading my entire mouth. Just when I thought I would gag and cough, he pulled out gently, looking down at me with awe.
"To protect you, Gabby. It
