Gabriel filled her, driving himself into her as deeply as possible before collapsing on top of her. Having him atop of her was heavenly. Imogen let out a long breath she hadn’t been aware she was holding, practically sobbing with the aftermath of her release. It didn’t even seem possible that something could feel so good; that someone could make her feel so good.
She took a deep breath, ran her foot down the back of his leg, cupping his heel with her toes. Her legs shook. She almost felt sick.
Gabriel chuckled softly and lifted his head to kiss her again. He rolled off her and flung himself onto his back.
Too sated to move far Imogen curled up against him. Let herself enjoy the feeling of lying there, comfortably intertwined, until the room’s chill seeped back in and she started to shiver.
Gabriel pushed her off him and twitched the covers back, holding them up while they slid beneath them and settled back into their previous positions. His arm tightened around her and he dropped an absent kiss on top of her head. Imogen gave a sleepy murmur and snuggled into his side, her face half-buried into his chest.
Half-awake Gabriel nuzzled the back of Imogen’s head, burying his face in her hair. God how he loved her hair.
He’d woken already hard and impatient, but it was rare that he woke with a woman at hand, and he had every intention of taking full advantage of the circumstance. Such luxury. He almost never slept the entire night through at any of the houses he rented over the years for a flurry of different mistresses, and he’d never taken any of them home to his own bed.
Imogen was still asleep, but she made a little contented noise and wiggled back against him when he ran his hand possessively over her hip. Even unconscious she was remarkably attuned to him.
Her change in position caused his shaft to slip between her thighs. It was cradled against her slick folds rather than being pressed against her.
He clenched his jaw as his breath hissed out of him. He desperately wanted to simply roll her over, and thrust himself in, but more than that he desired to put a further seal on her seduction. To brand her as completely and utterly his. The more he saw of her, the more he wanted to see of her…it just never seemed to be enough.
He kissed her shoulder, nipped softly at her neck, bit the lobe of her ear, all the while moving gently against her, rousing her with a multitude of soft caresses. He knew he’d succeeded when she sighed and moved her leg up and along his, opening herself to him. She hooked her foot behind his calf and pressed herself back against him.
‘Morning,’ Gabriel whispered, sliding his hand down from where it had been teasing one nipple to hold her hips steady.
Imogen murmured something that might have been a rejoinder, and then gasped when the head of his shaft brushed the already tight peak just inside the valley of her thighs.
‘Ummm is right,’ Gabriel answered her, moving against her with a little more force. He returned his attention to the back of her neck and shoulders, and gave a stuttering gasp of surprise when she reached down and cupped his shaft, pressing him securely against her, so that each shallow thrust of his cock brushed over the taught peak at the apex of her thighs.
He pulled back, ready to swivel his hips against her and urge her on to the next level when she suddenly arched her back and repositioned her hand so that his next thrust buried him inside her, his shaft entering her as deeply as the position allowed. She put her hands out, splayed against the bed for balance, and Gabriel dropped his head to rest in the hollow of her neck and shoulder.
She moved against him, thrusting herself back, and he gave up any plan he might have had, and simply moved. The position only allowed for small, shallow thrusts, but she was so hot, so tight, and so damned willing that the slight movement was more than enough. He slid his hand down over her so that his palm cupped her mons and his fingers slid between the slick folds of her sex. She climaxed almost instantly, making a strange little sound in her throat and going momentarily rigid.
Gabriel stilled, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of being caressed by her release. When she sighed and went limp he slid her leg down off of him, and without withdrawing from her, slid his own leg up and over hers, and rolled her over onto her stomach.
He ran his tongue up along her spine, nuzzling her neck with his lips and teeth. She wiggled, and moved her arms up over her head, while he pulled back from her until just the tip of his shaft was still inside her, marking his place. She mumbled a protest and he smiled into her shoulder and slid home, filling her completely.
Imogen moaned and arched her back, throwing herself into the rhythm he established. Everything he did was perfect. He knew just how to touch her, just where to touch her, and just when to touch her.
She gasped for air, half-trapped beneath him, and threw her arms out higher so that she could brace herself against the headboard. Her new purchase allowed her to push back with more vigour, and Gabriel responded by raising himself slightly onto his knees and changing the angle at which he entered her, his every thrust raising her up off the bed. He bit her hard on the back of her neck, just above the hairline, where any marks wouldn’t show, and she gasped, amazed at how
