She arched her back with an abandon that shocked her. Her body’s response to his was pure instinct. A primal reaction she didn’t want to control. She let out a loud moan.
Gabriel thrust into her wetness, pushing himself until he filled her with a pleasure that swept her away. He moved against her, thrusting rhythmically, his pace leisurely and sure. Pure bliss. But it wasn’t enough for her. Not now.
“Harder,” she begged. She suspected that Gabriel was choosing restraint. Letting her lead after she had turned him away last night. But she didn’t want something tender. What she wanted was rough and angry and animalistic. Eager to drive that message home she sank her nails into his back, and he groaned loudly.
He paused his movements to stare at her. There was a storm brewing in the depths of those green eyes, turning his gaze animalistic. Like a predator waiting for its prey to give in. “You want it hard?”
“Yes.”
Gabriel flashed her a wicked, wolfish grin. “Why? Still pissed at me?”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, securing him in place against her. There was something very obscene about holding a conversation with him while he was still inside her. Not that she was going to complain. It was in the top three best conversations she’d ever had, even if she flat out refused to ever trust him.
“I’ll show you pissed.” Jane reached up and laced her fingers through his silky dark hair, yanking his head back so they were forced to keep looking at each other. “I gave you an order, Gabriel. Harder.”
He laughed, lowered his hand to seize her waist, and drove into her. Thrust until he was so deep inside her that pleasure was all she knew. The pace was brutal. Hard, powerful strokes that sent pleasure coursing through every part of her body.
As much as she knew that sleeping with her rival was a mistake, she couldn’t deny the pleasure surging through her body. He was good at this. Masterful. All that restraint was gone, replaced by a merciless plundering that made her cry out in ecstasy.
Jane lifted her arms, her hands shooting out to grab hold of the headboard as it banged against the wall.
She clenched around him, eliciting a loud, guttural groan from Gabriel. Again, his thrusting stopped. And as she looked up at his face, she saw the pleasure overtaking him in real time. His eyes darkened with an unbridled lust that shocked and thrilled her. Gabriel’s jaw tightened and his nostrils flared. The entirety of his hard, muscular body stiffened as he went tense from the same pleasure that was crashing through her.
“Damn, that feels good,” he growled through gritted teeth. He reached out to fist her hair in his hand and she lifted her hips, a silent plea for him not to stop the sweet torment he had sent through her body.
Eagerly he started to thrust into her again, his body commanding hers to the height of bliss.
His body seemed to demand more as he rocked into her, pushing her beyond pleasure to an ecstasy she hadn’t known was possible. She felt him start to spasm inside her and her climax tore through her, pushing her over the edge. Her body convulsed under the force of her orgasm and all she saw were stars.
Gabriel groaned loudly, signaling his own release before he crashed on top of her in exhaustion.
6
Gabriel awoke to the sound of an insistent knock on the door. He rolled away from Jane and quietly pulled the blanket over her naked form. She was sleeping so soundly the knocking hadn’t roused her. Damn, she was beautiful with her cheeks still flushed pink and her coppery hair fanning around her.
The knock came again, and he tensed at the thought of who might be on the other side of that door.
Resisting the urge to press a kiss to her forehead, he got out of bed to put on his boxer briefs. On his way to the door, he grabbed the iron poker by the fireplace in case he needed a weapon. He opened the door a crack and looked out, to find the manservant staring back at him.
He heaved out a relieved breath. “What’s going on?”
“The groundskeeper and I managed to secure every entrance of the castle before it started snowing heavily,” the manservant answered.
“So the snowstorm has started,” Gabriel murmured.
“Indeed it has. However, no trace of the culprit has been found.”
Gabriel paused, unsure of how to explain that the killer was likely someone they knew. No stranger had infiltrated the castle grounds during a blizzard. The problem was that Gabriel couldn’t be certain he wasn’t speaking to the killer right now. His grip on the iron poker tightened.
“Is everyone safe otherwise?” Gabriel finally asked.
“I have not been able to locate Fraulein Westen,” the manservant responded.
Damn it. He’d wanted to be discreet about sleeping with Jane, but he didn’t have a choice right now. “She’s with me,” he said in a low tone.
The manservant’s eyebrow lifted momentarily before his gaunt face returned to its usually unreadable expression. “Then everyone is safe. For now.” A sudden show of teeth, which could only be described as a hideous grin.
An icy dread settled on his shoulders at those ominous words. “Have the police been alerted?”
“Since cell phone service is still down, our groundskeeper is calling the authorities as we speak. Unfortunately, there is still the matter of Herr Kramer’s corpse. We cannot leave him to rot in his bedchamber.”
Gabriel didn’t quite know how to respond to that. The solicitor’s condition had been gruesome. One of the most disturbing things Gabriel had ever seen in his life. Which was saying something, considering he’d witnessed his own brother’s death. But this had been far more grisly. The blade handle protruding from Otto’s chest and the coagulated blood was a sight he would never forget.
Mind-blowing sex with Jane had been the only
