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Snow Kissed (Hitman #1.5) Page 47
Author: Jessica Clare

She said solemnly, “I love you.”

And behind her words, he could hear her pledge her life and her love to him, forever.

“I love you,” he said just as solemnly, and he was hers, forever.

He bent his head and captured her lips in a sweet, perfect kiss that spoke of his devotion. But as their lips continued to cling together, the sweetness inevitably turned to a clawing need to be as close as humanly possible and soon overwhelming desire spurred them both on, tongues, lips and teeth coming together urgently.

Maria gasped when the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed—she hadn’t even been aware that Gabriel had been walking them slowly across the room. He tumbled her onto it, and she moaned when he situated himself between her spread legs, rubbing his erect c*ck against her mound.

“In case you were wondering, I don’t have any objections to us making love since you’re no longer engaged.”

He grinned rakishly down at her. “That’s good, since I have no intention of stopping until you come screaming on my cock.”

Her entire body suffused with heat at his words, and she could feel her p**sy drench her panties. “It’s good to know we’re on the same page then.”

His smile faded, to be replaced by a look of ravenous hunger. “Indeed.”

He gasped when her hand slid down between their bodies and she grabbed his aching penis, giving it a long, pulling stroke. He shuddered, feeling like the top of his head was going to explode. “Ah, Maria, my love…”

She quickly unsnapped the fastening of his jeans and tugged his zipper down, her hand worming its way past the opening and inside his boxers and was soon on his hot, nak*d flesh, her touch sensual and so provocative. She caressed the head and rubbed her thumb against the sensitive spot right beneath the flared crest, making him gasp with pleasure. She then swept her thumb over his slit and coated her palm with his pre-come, his tip weeping copiously for her.

“Do you remember teaching me this that night?” Moving her hand down his rigid shaft, she grasped him and started rub him slowly, making sure to use a twisting motion, his pre-come acting like a lubricant as she stroked him up and down.

He bucked uncontrollably, his h*ps pumping urgently against her hand. “Yes, oh fuck, I remember! You learned so quickly and gave me so much pleasure, I could have died happy that night.”

“Do you promise we’ll do everything you taught me again?” At the thought of every deliciously carnal thing they did to each other, Maria pressed her thighs together, squirming against the needy, throbbing ache in her core.

“God yes! And I promise we’ll do even more, everything else we didn’t get to that night.”

“Good, I’ll hold you to it.” After one last twisting stroke, Maria released him and reached up, pulling his head back to hers, frantic for his lips.

He groaned, kissing her fiercely. His hands came up and started unbuttoning her cardigan, baring her lace-trimmed camisole underneath. His lips traveled down her neck, pausing to lick at her clavicle before nibbling along the edge of the lace. He gently cupped her br**sts through the camisole and her n**ples immediately pebbled in his palm.

“God, I can’t wait to taste your br**sts again, they’re so sweet and tender.”

Pulling down both the straps to her camisole and the bra underneath, he freed her arms from them and from the cardigan, then pushed both down until the fabric rested at her waist, baring her br**sts to his hungry gaze. He reverently touched her, cupping them gently, teasing her n**ples until she whimpered. “Do you want my mouth on these pretty n**ples?”

“Oh yes,” she sobbed. “Please suck them.”

With a groan, his mouth came down and he sucked one hard nipple deep in his mouth, and Maria cried out in ecstasy. She had missed his touch so much.

He moved to the other breast, and Maria’s body was soon covered with a light sweat as she writhed under his wicked touch. “I need to feel your skin against me—please Gabriel!”

He sat up, breathing heavily, and nodded. He quickly divested himself of his own sweater and jeans, kicking off his boots while she did the same. Soon they were both nak*d, and Maria trembled at the fierce lust tightening Gabriel’s features as his eyes travelled over every inch of her body, finally lingering at the apex of her thighs.

Maria moved her legs restlessly in response to his hot gaze, and his expression sharpened even more as she revealed her wet, tender folds with her movement. His tongue came out to lick his lips and she whimpered, wanting to feel his skillful mouth and thrusting tongue inside her once more.

Gabriel’s head came up at the sound she made and she knew he could see how excited she was. “What do you want me to do, baby?”

Maria’s mouth went dry—she hadn’t expected him to want her to tell him. But he seemed to sense her startled shyness, and he stroked her cheek gently, tipping her chin up to meet his hungry gaze. “Tell me, Ria, tell me what you want.”

“I…I want you to kiss me down there,” she managed to say, blushing furiously.

But he was merciless. “Kiss you where? On your stomach?”

She shook her head. “No, lower. I want you to kiss my p**sy.”

“Do you want me to use my lips or my tongue?”

He must like seeing her flushed bright red since he was determined to keep her that way. “Both, I want you to feel both your lips and your tongue on me. I want your entire mouth on my p**sy.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he muttered and then slid down until he was wedged between her raised, eagerly spread legs and the sight of him there, about to touch her so intimately had even more drops of moisture oozing out of her.

Gabriel’s nostrils flared when he saw the evidence of her arousal. He parted her folds, exposing her pulsing slit and her hardened, engorged clitoris, and slowly his head descended.

Maria cried out and spasmed at the first touch of his tongue on her cleft—it was like an electric shock straight to her clit. He lapped her eagerly, gathering every trace of her honey, and then sucked her cl*t into his mouth like he did her n**ples. Her thighs clamped around his head, and sensing her impending orgasm, he moved back to her cunt and thrust his tongue into her, f**king her with it.

Maria nearly sobbed with pleasure—it was so intense, and her memories of their night together not enough to prepare her for the sensations. He rolled and rubbed her cl*t with his fingers as he f**ked her with his tongue, and suddenly her cli**x hit hard. She screamed as she came, arching her cunt frantically against Gabriel’s mouth and she could feel herself fluttering and flexing on his tongue as he continued to thrust it into her.

Slowly, the waves of pure, perfect pleasure subsided and her body relaxed, Gabriel continuing to nuzzle and tongue her p**sy. He then slid back up her body and kissed her, rubbing her tongue with his and sharing her flavor with her.

“Taste how sweet you are. I could eat you forever.”

Maria moaned, his raw words only making her even more excited. “I need you now, I need to feel you stretching and filling me up again.”

“Do you want my cock, Ria?” he asked huskily, rubbing the large glans teasingly against her opening.

“Yes, oh yes, I want your c*ck so much!” she cried.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “I’ll give you my c*ck and as much as you can handle right now.”

And he slid into her, oh, so slowly. Maria inhaled sharply at the burning, stretching sensation—he was so thick and long. It had been six months since they’d made love and her muscles weren’t used to this yet. But despite the initial discomfort, she loved feeling him in her, a part of her.

“God, you’re so tight!” he groaned, not stopping until he was completely in, his balls pressed against her body.

“You’re so big, you feel enormous in me. I’ve missed you so much.” Her narrow sheath rippled around him, caressing him with her inner muscles and causing him to stiffen. She could feel him twitch and grow even bigger inside her and she knew he was close to losing control.

He growled and started moving, stroking her hard and fast. “It’s been too long, I can’t hold back.”

But she didn’t want him to—she wanted him as wild and crazy as he made her. So she continued to squeeze him inside and rubbed her br**sts against his chest, caressing as much of his body as she could reach. She encouraged him on with breathless little cries, clutching his shoulders, her thighs wrapped around his waist and heels digging into his buttocks, meeting him thrust for thrust. Soon, the fire inside her grew to a conflagration and she knew she was close to another orgasm. But this time, she wanted him with her.

“I’m coming, Gabriel, please tell me you’re coming too! I need to feel you come inside me.”

He groaned, and his strokes deepened. “I’m coming—”

And with a strangled moan, he stiffened, grinding hard into her and she could feel his sem*n release deep inside her in long, endless jets.

His cli**x triggered hers and she cried out, contracting and squeezing him, her cunt pulsating in ecstasy.

Gabriel collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily. She enjoyed the weight of his muscular body, wanting to keep him inside her for as long as possible. They laid there silently, entwined together, happiness and love binding them more closely together than any words ever could.

But then a thought struck Maria and her drowsiness evaporated. “Gabriel?”

“Hmmm?”

“What are we going to tell the children?”

“That we’re in love and getting married at Christmas.”

“Gabriel! They’ve only known me for a few days. And they don’t even know that you’re no longer engaged to Olivia. Don’t you think that’s too fast for them?”

He considered her words and then said, “You’re right, it’s too fast. We’ll get married at New Year’s.”

Maria giggled, filled with an incandescent joy. “All right, New Year’s, but only if the children are okay with it. I don’t want our happiness to be at the expense of theirs.”

“My love, they already love you. They’ll be thrilled that I have the good sense to marry you. And even if they’re less than thrilled, we’ll work on convincing them that you’re perfect for this family. Because no matter what, I’m not giving you up.”

Her heart melted at his words. “I won’t give you up either. You’re mine now, and I’m yours. I love you.”

“I love you too and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how much. Starting now.”

And with that, he captured her mouth with his, and his h*ps thrust gently. She gasped at how quickly he’d hardened inside her, and smiled wickedly against his mouth. She rather thought it was time for her to show him how much she loved him.

And she couldn’t wait to begin.

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