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Her chest felt heavy, her heart crushed with regrets. “Oh, God, my poor mother.”

“I’m sorry, baby. I could barely live with myself, thinking of everything I could’ve done to save you.”

“But you have saved me.” She cupped his face and looked deep into his eyes. “You
have
saved me, Gabriel.”

“I love you. I won’t ever let anyone hurt you, I swear,” he said in a low, hissing breath, and then he dipped his head and pressed his mouth to hers. She parted her lips for him eagerly, their tongues seeking, finding, blending.

Gabriel gently gathered her hair in one hand as he kissed her, pulling her head back so he could trail a path of kisses down her neck. His mouth hovered over the tiny pulse at the base of her throat before he flicked out his tongue to lick it, making her sigh as a slow, dizzy heat spread throughout her body.

This was not a mindless passion, but a slow, tender seduction, and her last coherent thought was that it was no wonder no man had ever lived up to him. He’d spoiled her for any other man a lifetime ago, and no one but him would do.

Stella shuddered under his touch, his breath warm along the curve of her jaw as he showered it with attention. His lips grazed her temple, nuzzling the shell of her ear as he felt her breasts over her cotton shirt, gently weighing, stroking, feeling. She hadn’t been wearing a bra lately, and she was deliriously grateful as he bent his head, wrapping his lips around the puckered nipple, wetting it with his tongue through the thin fabric of her shirt. When he sucked it into his mouth, fabric and all, she gasped, and he growled low and deep, like a satisfied male.

“Gabriel, I want to touch you, too,” she protested, pushing at his shoulders until he came up and locked his mouth to hers, silencing her with a kiss, his hands gliding around her waist only to snatch her buttocks and press her to him.

“You’re plumper now,” he whispered, greedily gathering the supple muscle of her buttocks in his palms.

“I hope that’s not a bad thing.” She was tugging his shirt from his waistband, slipping her hands under it when it freed and smoothing her fingers over his heated flesh.

“Hell, no, I love it…I love everything about you,” he murmured against her lips, grinding his erection over her throbbing sex. He groaned as her deft fingers caressed him, tracing every inch of muscle on his chest until she paused to lightly fondle his nipples.

“Off with this,” he said, tugging her shirt off. “And the pants go, too.”

Stella was happy to oblige, unfastening her slacks to shove them down and step out of them eagerly.

“I have a lot of making up to do.” Gabriel fell silent as soon as she was fully naked.

She watched him draw in a shaky breath, and then shudder with desire as his eyes came to rest on the glossy curls between her legs.

“Open up for me,” he told her as he parted her curls and the dewy petals beneath with a single finger.

She gasped, trembled as his fingers began to play with her, his thumb stroking over her clit as his longest finger slowly traced her moistened slit.

She swayed, and as he sat her down over the chest, bending over her to continue his caresses, her eyes fluttered closed, her need echoing in her ears like music; little moans, gasps, sighs, even the rapid sound of her breathing as he stroked her to pleasure.

“I want you inside me,” she said, eyes still closed as she spread her thighs farther apart, opening up to his longest finger as it quickly sought to enter.

Her head fell back with a gasp when he thrust it deep into the heart of her, only to pull back and twist it in again.

“Gabriel.”

“I’m crazy about you.”

When she opened her eyes to look up at him, she lost her breath at what she saw. His eyes glowed fierce with need, almost unholy in their intensity, his chiseled face set with the same tension as his neck and shoulders.

His free hand wandered up over her side, outlining her waist, brushing past the side of one breast, until he cupped her, pressed his thumb to a quivering nipple.

She cried out when he began to pinch her, pinch her nipple with his thumb and forefinger, sending jolts of pleasure down to her toes. Another hand still toyed with her pussy, his thumb circling her clit faster now, his middle finger merciless as it stabbed inside her.

Stella thought she’d die again.

She writhed, arching into his touch, her own hand lifting to cup her other breast, squeeze it as he was doing.

“I want you,” she whispered.

“You have me.”

“I want you inside me.”

“Let me touch you first,” he said. His gaze fell to her pussy, glowing red as he watched what he was doing to her.

She, too, dropped her eyes then, need and tension gathering in the center of her being as she watched his finger stroke in and out of her cunt. Every time he pulled out, she could see her own cream gleaming wetly over his skin, disappearing within her when he entered again, engulfed by the delicate, swollen folds of her sex up to the base.

“Don’t move,” he said as he knelt before her, her thighs widely spread. Then slowly, he bent his head, his eyes locking with hers.

A shudder coursed through her as she watched him open his mouth, slip out his tongue to lick those swollen folds, drawing her cream into his mouth.

She tensed, fisting her hands over the chest, unable to tear her gaze away from the way he was slowly eating her up, like a banquet, a feast. She could hardly bear it when his eyelashes dropped, a growl vibrating against the entrance of her pussy as he began to suck her in earnest.

“Oh, God, yes,” she sobbed, overwhelmed by the decadent feel of his hot, greedy mouth on her cunt. She pushed her hips against his face, already desperate to be freed of the tension eating her up inside, clenching every fiber of her being. “Gabriel…
oh, God
.”

At that deep, single stroke of his tongue delving inside her, she cried out, momentarily blinded as a shot of pleasure pulsed through her in shockwaves, her body rocking in spasms of ecstasy. He drank up the juices of her orgasm as if he’d been starved for it for years.

As a lingering wave of pleasure shuddered inside her, he stood and pulled off his shirt, then unzipped his trousers. Stella stared as the bulging head of his cock appeared, the tip dribbling with semen.

“Come here,” she whispered, reaching out to cup his buttocks over his slacks as he did so. His trousers were only unzipped, still clinging to his hips, and she pulled them down swiftly, taking his member into her mouth as soon as it was freed.

Gabriel groaned when she took him, sucking the tip greedily, eager to taste him like she had before, in another life, another time. His taste was exotic, yet familiar, salty, strong, as rich as his scent.

“You suck me so well,” he groaned, sinking his fingers into her hair as she let her tongue toy with him, swipe along the ruddy tip, down his length, then up again. Grabbing the base with her hand, she pulled back, her mouth open, her eyes closed as she rubbed that cock along her lips, her face, feeling the smooth, moist flesh slide up along her cheeks.

His hips were moving, rocking against her, his breathing shallow, fast.

“I want you to come inside my mouth,” she whispered, squeezing the base of his shaft as she pressed the tip to her puckered lips. “I want to drink you up, every last drop in you.”

He stared down at her with glowing black eyes. “Suck me, Stella,” he urged, “eat me up, baby.” And she took him fully into her mouth, her eyes drifting shut as every fiber within her concentrated on this feeling, on the wicked sensation of having a thick, swollen cock inside her mouth. Her sex began to pulse, a rush of desire running hot and heavy through her veins again, as intense as the one before.

Unwittingly one of her hands drifted downward, and she began touching herself, little strokes to her clit with the tips of her fingers as her ravenous mouth devoured him.

“I used to watch you touch yourself,” he said, his voice brimming with heat and arousal. “I want to watch you again.”

She moaned, pulling her head back until her lips were locked around the folds of the head, then slid back down his length again.

“Put a finger inside you, baby.”

She whimpered, the sound muffled by the presence of his dick in her mouth. She slid one finger inside her. It wasn’t as thick or as long as his, but his watching drove her on.

Both of Gabriel’s hands fisted in her hair, and he began to drag her head back and forth on his cock; Stella began to fuck herself with purpose, her finger pummeling inside her, then slipping out to circle her clit before plundering inside again.

“Fuck yourself,” he hissed as his cock delved into her mouth with every thrust of his hips. “That’s it. Fuck it in and eat me up.”

She moaned, eager to be fed, eager to come again, to lose herself in the desire she had been harboring for years. When she felt that spurt of warm, salty cream inside her mouth, she moaned in pleasure, drinking him up, swallowing even as he continued to guide her head along his length, her hand frantic on her pussy as she sought out her own orgasm.

“Come with me, Stella.”

The movements of his hips receded, but his cock was still in her mouth as she began to rub the whole length of her open hand along her pussy, her hips thrusting up to her touch, her breath hitching in her throat. “That’s it. Fuck your pussy. Fuck it.”

She came with a mute cry and an explosion of color, shudders thrusting her body into a firestorm.

She was still panting a minute later, but when he took her ankles and dragged her to the very edge of the chest, her sensitized sex pressing heatedly to his, she was ready for more.

She met his gaze then, biting her lower lip as one thought ran through her mind, loud and clear and filled with yearning.

Fuck me
.

“Oh, I plan to,” he said with a brief smile. He gripped her thighs to keep her still and shoved his cock up inside her.

She moaned, closing her eyes for a brief second as her body welcomed him inside her. Then her eyelids parted, heavy with desire, her eyes greedy as she watched him fuck her.

He shafted her with hot, harsh thrusts of his hips, chords straining against his neck, jaw clenched tightly. “I plan to fuck you long and hard for the rest of your life and mine.”

“I plan to take you up on that,” Stella said with a shaky breath, embracing the knowledge that she had once been Faith and spreading her legs even more so he could delve right up to her heart and claim every inch of her as his own.

“You’re so tight, like a wet, hot fist around me.”

Stella purred, closing her eyes, savoring his words, his touch, the way he filled her.

“Come here.” His brawny arms coiled tightly around her, and he lifted her easily, then slowly sat her back down on his cock. “Tell me.”

“Fuck me.”

“No. Tell me you love me. Tell me.”

“I do. I love you.”

A muscle worked along his jaw. His gaze was fierce, glowing with emotion. “Tell me again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.” She showed him instead, gripping his jaw and kissing him, whimpering as he growled and kissed her back with fierce intensity, his hands gripping her buttocks as he rammed inside her fast.

He swallowed her cry when she came, following her with a hard, final thrust, his arms tightening around her as his body shuddered with hers.

A few minutes later, as she drifted back to full consciousness, he shifted her on his lap, gently draping her legs to his side while he stretched his own out. The move of those thick, heavy limbs of his brought forth a sound, like that of marbles scattering across the ground, and it immediately drew her attention.

“What are those?” she asked, her eyes slightly flaring at the sight. Gabriel cocked his head to one side and stared at the little ragged pebbles, scattered over the ground among the earth.

“Diamonds.”

Stella’s jaw slackened. “How long have they been there?”

“A few days.”

She turned to stare at him, wide-eyed. “The mine will start producing again after all?”

He smiled, brushing her hair back from her face. “It appears so, yes.”

“Amazing,” she said, settling more comfortably on his lap. “Do you think it happened because of your spell? That it may have been lingering in time like you?”

He was thoughtful for a moment. “I never intended it to be that way.”

“But could the magic have affected the cave, the town, if it was too strong?”

He stared at her with such tenderness her heart seemed to flutter in her chest. “Yes, I guess it could have.”

“Maybe now everyone can put the past behind them, and start over…like we can.”

“Yes.”

“How wonderful,” she said, burying her face in the crook of his neck and drawing in a deep breath to inhale his scent, then sighing in contentment.

Gabriel smoothed his hands up her back, fingers aimlessly wandering over her spine, her ribs.

They might have remained locked in an embrace forever. Stella didn’t know how long they stood there, but if the world had stopped, she doubted she would have noticed. When she finally pulled back to stare at him, she felt peaceful.

Hopeful.

Curious even, of this new life ahead, filled with possibilities.

“We could go away now, Gabriel,” she said. “Do everything we wanted to do, together. I want my mother to have a life of her own, and I want my own life, too. With you.”

She’d barely finished the words when he caught her lips with his and kissed her, a kiss both hungry and sweet, passionate and tender.

“Nothing kept me here but you,” he said, drawing back to stare into her eyes, “and I’m sure the townsfolk will be pleased if I go.”

She frowned thoughtfully, wondering what would be of this town without him. “You know, I think deep down they actually
like
having you here. Who will they blame for their troubles now?”

He kissed her, softly this time, smiling. “I say we let them find another villain.”