Once Upon A Time(67)

“Take them off,” I demanded, my voice stronger than I expected although the lust was clearly evident.

With a smirk, he stood from the bed, unbuckling his belt and dramatically pulling it through the loops of his pants in one swift move. With hooded eyes, he dropped the belt to the ground, the sound of the buckle clattering against the wood flooring pulling a gasp from my lips.

“You’re wearing too much,” he said, shrugging off the destroyed shirt before reaching out his hand to me.

Taking his hand, I stood from the bed and was pulled to his chest. The height difference between us was apparent. He stood at least a foot over my small frame but I was never intimidated, merely turned on by his height, build and sheer dominance as he stood over me.

Slowly, Gabriel reached out for my blouse and pulled it over my head, leaving me in my bra and pencil skirt. Then, it was as if the air in the room was drowning me. I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. I inhaled hard, watching him as he slowly walked around me, his eyes burning into every inch of skin I had exposed.

I noticed I was never embarrassed about being nude around him, my usual modesty never really appeared. He made me feel confident within my own skin, something which had never really happened before.

Without warning, the cups of my pretty blue lace bra were in his hands and as I realized I was wearing another of my favorite bras, a rip sounded around the room, followed by the sound of the destroyed fabric hitting the ground.

I chuckled.

“You seem to have a problem with my bras, Mr. Black.”

“Only when it’s in the way of what I want,” he fired back before pouncing like what could only be described as a hunter capturing his prey.

My back was against the duvet once more and Gabriel’s lips back on mine as his hands moved under my ass, looking for the zipper of my skirt. Finding the offending zipper, he pulled it down and within seconds my skirt was on the floor, joining the discarded clothing.

His hands wandered as his tongue caressed mine, arriving at the apex of my thighs before all movement stopped.

I groaned.

“Panties?” He smirked, looking down between us to find the matching blue lace panties.

Just the word "panties" rolling off his lips was enough for my nipples to pebble, the devilish smile which appeared only made them impossibly hard and my core ridiculously soaked.

I gave a little shrug as he assessed the panties I was wearing. I’d usually go without; the thought of having uncomfortable panties on underneath my clothing was something I hated. Today was a one off and thankfully I wore them, considering my surprise appointment at Vera Wang.

“Are you just going to stare at them or are you going to fuck me?” I asked brashly, uncaring of how it came across. I was worked up and in need of release, and him resting a couple of inches above me did nothing to stop the want inside me.

“Oh princess, you have no fucking idea.” He smiled, standing and removing the rest of his clothing.

It didn’t escape my notice he was going commando, something he did back at Omega. I wondered if it was a guy thing or if he just didn’t like wearing boxers. All rational thought flew out the window when he got down on his knees beside the bed, pulling my legs towards him and giving my panty-covered center one swift lick.

“You’re torturing me.” I moaned as he repeated the movement.

“I’m preparing you, Payton.” He chuckled, the vibration sending spikes of pleasure right through me.

“Preparing me for what?” I asked as he ran his finger over the middle seam of my panties.

“For my desk.”

With a yelp, I was lifted into his arms as he carried me out of the bedroom and towards another room, wondering what the hell he was talking about. He must’ve seen the confusion written all over my face when he chuckled.

“I promised I’d have you coming all over my desk. I don’t break my promises, princess.”

Oh. Holy. Mother. Of. Hell.

He carried me in his arms with ease as he walked to the other side of the room, stopping at a door to open it before stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

“No voice control doors? How very cheap of you.” I laughed.

“I don’t intend on using voice control doors in my home office, Payton.” He paused, setting me down on the cool, hard surface of the glass desk. “The only thing I intend on controlling with my voice is when and how hard you come.”

“Oh.” I was lost for coherent words.

“Yeah… oh.” He smirked.

He paused for a moment, the playfulness in his voice and demeanor quickly reverting back to what it was in the bedroom: hard, dominant and sexy as hell. He gently cupped my face, bringing his lips to mine and running his tongue along the seam of my lips. Without protest, I opened for him. His tongue explored mine but this time, this kiss was different to any other kisses we’d shared before. It was soft yet hard, full of promise and passion. It was slow yet meticulous, needy yet dominant. This was the kisses of all kisses. The kiss that was described in all of the stupid fairy tales.