Dammit. Gabriel wrangled back the flash of furious possessiveness, not wanting to lose their moment. “Sorry,” he rumbled. “I like … talking to you like this. Being inside you makes me feel like I’m completely in control. I can see everything and you … can’t. I feel like I could tell you anything. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before.”
“What about Elijah?” she asked, keeping her voice free of the alarm that he could feel flash through her anyway.
She thought he was fucked up.
She would be correct.
“Other than Elijah,” he said.
“You said you have two best friends. You said they both sacrificed for you. Who is the other one?”
“Niko.”
She was silent for too long, and when she spoke again, her vision had blurred like there were tears gathering in her eyes. “Gabe?” she whispered.
“Hmm.” He couldn’t trust his voice.
“Do you think we can do this?” The tears spilled over, briefly clearing her vision before filling it again. “Like … forever? I don’t want to be in pain forever. I don’t want to be dancing this dance forever.”
“You won’t.” What the fuck are you saying, asshole?
“How do you know?” She sniffled.
“Because I’m promising you.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t do that.
“Say it properly.” She trembled on the edge of openly sobbing. Her breath hitched as she waited for him to pull her back, and god-fucking-dammit, he didn’t want to see her fall.
“I promise, Isobel.”
Her sigh was shaky, her body falling limp against the wall.
“Where’s your hand?” He needed to distract himself. Or her. Or both of them.
She held her hand up before her face, and Gabriel could feel her face twisting in confusion. “Right he—”
“Not that one.” His purr was supposed to be deliberate. Instead, it slipped out before he could force it out. “The other one.”
“B-Between my legs,” she stammered. “I didn’t want to accidentally flash you.”
“You’re already covered in water and tears. You might as well be wet everywhere. Rub your clit until you are.”
“W-Why?” Her breath stuttered out. Poor girl thought she needed a reason to come.
“Because as soon as you’re wet enough, you’re going to stick a finger into your honey and then suck on it so I know what you taste like. I’ve never been a huge fan of fruit, but ever since I met you, I’ve been craving cherries.”
She choked on a tiny whine, a jolt of surprised pleasure sizzling through her body. It echoed into his, and he felt his dick filling with blood as her fingers drifted down over the flat plane of her belly.
It broke him the way she always obeyed.
She skipped right past her little button, finding a warm, wet channel already waiting for her, as though his order had instantly sent a rush of nectar where she needed it. It dewed her thighs as she pushed a finger inside herself.
“Jesus Christ, that’s a good girl.” Gabriel didn’t even realise he was feeling for the heavy length of his own desire laying against his thigh. It was thickening with every little pant she caught in her throat.
“A-Are you …” She seemed to get shy, before pushing her fingers into her mouth.
Sweet, sticky cherry burst over his tongue.
“Fuck. Shit.” He gripped himself tightly, pumping once, the movement rough. “Am I what, Isobel?”
“Sure you might be asexual?” she burst out, her fingers falling out of her mouth.
He laughed, a weird spark of joy lighting inside him, the feeling so bright he couldn’t figure out if it had originated from him, or from her. “Fingers back in your pussy, brat.”
“I don’t usually do this,” she admitted breathlessly, her touches lazy, almost shy. “I mean I have done this, I just …”
“You’ve been too busy trying to survive,” he grumbled. “You forgot to live. Lucky for you, I prefer to take control. Touch your nipples, beautiful girl.”
“You never talk to me like this,” she gasped, her hips jerking at the reverence in his voice.
“Just this once, just while we’re alone,” he repeated his earlier sentiment.
She pinched one of those pretty little nipples. “I think you would be better at this than me.”
“I am doing this.” Gabriel's dick was wet before, but now he could feel his own excitement leaking from the tip, making the glide of his hand even smoother as he thought about her annoying teleporting side effect and how very convenient it would be if it activated at that moment. It was best this way, though. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep his hands to himself with her cherry essence on his tongue and the knowledge of how smooth and soft her skin was in his mind.
“Are you sure you want to live without pain, Illy?”
“W-What?”
“Two fingers,” he grunted. “Now. Good. Good girl. Now three.”
Rein it in, asshole.
He could only have sex when he was in complete control of everything that happened, and sometimes he needed to push his partner, just to make doubly sure that he was still in control, that they would still obey his every command. But he wasn’t having sex with Isobel.
He was … shit, it was so much worse than sex.
He just wanted her to feel good for once.
“Tell me what feels nice.” He tried to temper the dominance wanting to rise up in his throat, to bark commands at her, to push and push and push until she cried again, because there was something not right in him, and he thought she sounded pretty when she was sniffling and calling him Gabe.
“I like your voice,” she whispered back. “It feels good.”
She was going to kill him.
Gabriel eased his hand from his throbbing length, stretching out his fingers as the need to drive into her until he had somewhere wet and warm to release into seized up in his spine.
He preferred to wear condoms, usually, and to tear them off at the last second so that he could come on his partner, instead of having it sticking to his own flesh.
This fantasy was a new one, and he wasn’t sure he liked it.
He needed to end this.
“Time to come,” he demanded, the harsh edge creeping back into his voice.
But she liked it. Of course she did. She liked when he took the pressure off her shoulders and demanded she make herself feel good. Her fingers slipped from her channel, rubbing over her clit, and she flinched as she pinched her nipple too hard, almost making him explode on himself.
“I told you to do something,” Gabriel said calmly. “So do it now, Illy.”
She let out a small whimper, her release flooding through her body in a strong wave that had him biting his lip hard enough to draw blood. The intense feeling must have somehow jerked him back to his own body, but he barely noticed.
He had intended to deny himself, but his hand was a magnet, drawn to the flesh that was already twitching, already exploding along with her. He couldn’t have held it back if he tried, and he thought he might have tried, but that was almost a distant memory, pushed aside as his thoughts filled with her taste, her breath, her scent, and the waves of her orgasm that pulsed through them both, leaving him with the violent aftershocks.