Chapter Six
Gavriil kicked the door to his bedroom closed but didn’t stop until he reached the foot of his bed, then he placed his precious angel on her feet. He’d whisked her from the car the moment she’d said yes, pausing only long enough to set the perimeter alarm and send his driver home. He wanted nothing and no one to interrupt them.
Now that he had her in his room, he didn’t know what to do first. Abigail was staring up at him with the most beautiful expression on her face. It was the perfect mix of trust and passion, and it almost dropped him to his knees. Reaching out, he set to work on the buttons of his shirt she wore. When they had dressed to go to John’s, she wasn’t too keen to get back into her own shirt, not with the stench of the fire still lingering on the fabric. He’d convinced her to wear his shirt and the leggings she’d worn beneath the full-length apron she had on in the bakery.
He loved the fact that he knew she wore no panties, and only a bra beneath the shirt. In less than a minute she was standing naked before him and he let his gaze wonder down her physical perfection.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as he ran a hand down her arm.
Abigail smiled shyly as she reached out and began to undo the buttons of his own shirt. She was methodical, but too damn slow. He reached up and helped her, popping a few of the buttons along the way and not giving one shit. She laughed as he pulled the tie over his head, then stripped the jacket and shirt off in one move. He kicked off his shoes as he removed his trousers, boxers and socks again all in one movement. As soon as he was naked he practically tackled her, taking her to the bed behind them.
The sound of her squeal and laughter filled his room and his heart swelled. He had never known how cold and loveless his home had been before she came into his life. Now there was laughter. And he was going to work to make sure it stayed that way.
He leaned up over her, taking her mouth with his again, licking into her mouth. He had been shocked at first when she’d made the move to deepen their kiss in the car. Then when he could take it no longer he’d stolen control back, taking her mouth as he’d imagined, and her reaction had been perfect. She’d melted against him like she was made for him.
He lifted his mouth away, then slid down her neck, stopping to nibble on the rapidly beating pulse that beat there, then went further. As soon as he was able, he put his mouth on her breast, pulling as much of it into his mouth as possible, swirling his tongue around the erect nipple.
Her cry of pleasure stoked his own arousal, and when he pulled off, he loved that she moved to offer him her other breast. Never wanting to leave his woman wanting, he lavished the same attention on that breast, too, loving how responsive she was to him. He slid his hand down over her tummy, and slid a finger down her pussy.
He released her breast and groaned. “Christ, angil, you are so fucking wet.” He slid a finger inside her, using his thumb to rub against her swollen clit. He was taken by surprise when she cried out, arched up off the mattress and exploded in his arms. He gritted his teeth against the need to slam home and ride her quickly to his own release, and simply pulled as much pleasure from her release for her as possible.
When she slumped onto the mattress, breathless and limp, he kept his hand moving. “That’s one.” Abigail’s eyes snapped open and she stared up at him in wonder. “I’ll want at least a dozen from you before this night is through, baby.”
Abigail swallowed hard, and the movement of her throat was so compelling he leaned in, licking, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin of her neck, all the while he used his hand and his fingers to drive her up and over the edge once more as quickly as he could.
“Gavriil, please,” Abigail moaned, her hips moving with his hand, fucking herself with his fingers. “Come inside me, please. I want to feel you inside me. Please. Fuck me!”
That was the first time he had ever heard his Abigail swear and it broke what little control he had left. He pushed up onto his arms, and Abigail whimpered in loss when he removed his hand.
“Are you on the pill, my love?” his voice sounded harsh.
“Y-yes, to regulate … things. Please!” Abigail pushed her hips up against him, desperately seeking his touch.
Calling on every god he could think of, he prayed for control as he reached down to place the head of his painfully erect cock against the wet heat of her pussy. Abigail keened and when she lifted her hips again, he slid inside her a little. Cursing at how good she felt, he reached to grip her hip, holding her still. If she took control he’d come like an untried teenage boy and that was not how this was going to end.
He flexed his hips, sliding a few inches into heaven. When Abigail did nothing but moan, still desperately trying to push forward, he rolled his hips a few more times, driving deeper and deeper into her with every thrust. When he was balls deep within her he stopped, giving her body time to grow accustomed to his, and himself time to calm the need to simply pound her into the mattress.
“How do you feel?” he whispered, his gaze locked to hers.
“Full,” she whispered back with a small smile, “but empty at the same time. I need you to move, Gavriil, please, my love,” his heart swelled at her endearment, “please move. Hard. Fuck me!”
Gavriil was able to maintain control for two measured thrusts, pulling back until he almost slid from her body and sliding home in a smooth movement. Twice he was able to do that and just when he thought he might actually have more control than he imagined, Abigail wrapped her legs around his waist and raked his back with her nails, groaning his name in his ear. That was it. He pulled back and slammed home, giving them both what they wanted.
He moved as hard and as fast as he could, taking his cue from his lover. Her cries of pleasure and begs for more were music to his ears. His movements were jerky, and he could feel the tingling at the base of his spine that signaled to him that his release was near. Not wanting to go over without her, he added a twist of his hips when he bottomed out with her. When Abigail gasped and her eyes glazed, he knew he’d hit her sweet spot. He repeated that move three times before Abigail tensed, a moment before she screamed his name to the room. He felt the ripple of her release and held still deep within her, as her body dragged him into his own orgasm.
Roaring her name to the room like a benediction, he gave himself over to his release.