Gabriel's Inferno

I need him.

 

More than the pain pills or the light or the air, Julia needed Gabriel, to feel his body wrapped around hers, to hear his deep voice whisper words of comfort. He was the only person who could make her forget what had happened. She needed to touch him. She needed to kiss him in order to blot out her nightmare.

 

Julia took the pills to soothe the pain in her ankle. She hopped on one foot to Gabriel’s room in order to soothe the pain in her heart. She was quiet as a mouse, listening for any stirring or footsteps in the other rooms. When she was satisfied that she would not be surprised, she silently opened Gabriel’s door and closed it behind her.

 

It took a moment or two for her eyes to adjust to the semi-darkness. He’d neglected to pull the shades on the windows and was lying on what was normally her side of the double bed. She wondered if it was accurate to say that she had a side of the bed. She limped to the other side, pulled the covers back, and placed one knee on the mattress.

 

“Julianne.” Gabriel’s low whisper startled her.

 

She clapped a hand to her mouth so that she wouldn’t cry out.

 

“Stop.”

 

She froze. When her wits finally returned, she lowered her head. “Um, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you.” Shame flooded through her, and she blinked back tears as she slowly turned to go.

 

“That’s not what I meant. Wait.”

 

Julia watched him throw off the covers and stand up, his back toward her. He was naked and the streaming starlight through the shades scattered across his back. It was an optical illusion of sorts, the delicate points of light dancing across his athletic form. She saw his shoulder blades and his spine, and the muscles of his lower back where the skin stretched as he leaned over to find his pajama bottoms.

 

And of course, the most beautiful backside and legs…

 

When he’d pulled on his pants, he turned to face her, his brilliantly sculpted chest and shoulders perfect in the dimness, the tattooed dragon slightly muted but ever present.

 

“Now you can crawl in with me.” He chuckled. “I thought I’d make you nervous if you found me naked.”

 

Julia rolled her eyes. She didn’t like when he laughed at her, but she saw his point.

 

(Or rather, she didn’t actually see it, but she understood what he meant.)

 

“Come here,” he whispered, extending an arm and drawing her close so that when they reclined, her head rested naturally on his chest.

 

“I set my alarm so I could check on you. It would have gone off in fifteen minutes. How is your ankle?”

 

“It hurts.”

 

“Did you take the pills I left for you?”

 

“Yes. They haven’t kicked in yet.”

 

Gabriel carefully shifted so that he could reach her hand and tenderly pressed his lips against her fingers. “My little warrior.” He stroked her hair, caressing the waves with his fingertips. “Were you having trouble sleeping?”

 

“I had a nightmare.”

 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

 

“No.”

 

He squeezed her more closely just to indicate that he’d heard her and that if she changed her mind, he would listen.

 

“Would you kiss me?” she asked.

 

“I thought that after what happened you wouldn’t want me to touch you.”

 

Julia angled her head so that she could bring her lips up to his, ending their conversation.

 

Gabriel’s mouth was soft and gentle, barely moving against hers. He could feel that her mouth was still tender, and he silently cursed Simon for making it that way. But Julia was having none of that. She wanted to drink him in, to let his fire engulf her, so that he was all she could feel or think about.

 

Opening her mouth, Julia traced his bottom lip with her tongue, savoring his sweetness. She pushed her tongue inside his mouth, laving his with hers and dancing, tangoing, tripping over it. Gabriel’s fingers tightened in her hair, gently pulling her head back. Now his tongue pushed hers back, entering her and caressing her.

 

Julia began to hum at the sheer pleasure of his unhurried affection. While she was kissing him, she could think of nothing else. She kept her injured ankle away from him in order to protect it, and with her hands she found his hair, pulling and twisting it.

 

Gabriel groaned but didn’t stop. She felt his body begin to stiffen next to her, pushing out against her bare thigh. He ran his right hand down her side, hovering over the swell of a breast before rubbing against her ribs and then her hip. He liked the way Rachel’s tank top and yoga shorts fit Julianne’s form, hugging her curves and exposing a great swathe of pale skin across her shoulders and above her breasts. She was beautiful, even in the semi-darkness. All of a sudden, she was on her back while he hovered over her, pressing his weight into his forearms. His knee came between her legs, and she parted them willingly.

 

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