1. Diavolo Ch 09


    Date: 11/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    pent up breath and broke eye contact with him. “Hey,” he said cupping her cheeks, making her look at him again. “I love you Abigail. I’m sorry for pushing so much, but I really do love you.” Her eyes welled again. “I love you too, Gabriel.” He kissed her then, slowly, firmly, trying to transcend his feelings for her in his kiss. He could feel himself growing hard again and ached to take her. “Never be ashamed of what we share between us, Abby,” he said finally letting her breathe again. “What we do belongs to us. I’m yours and you’re mine. I don’t want any shame in what we share.” She closed her eyes making him worry. “It’s just that…” she took a deep breath. “I was taught—“ “Well, I’ll unteach you, Abby. We’ll go slowly. I promise not to penetrate you until we walk down that aisle, but we are definitely going to explore and learn each other.” Her gaze slid to his. “Yes, Gabriel,” she said softly, eyes focused intensely on his. Goosebumps rose over his body. “Yes, I’ll marry you.” Gabriel couldn’t contain the grin. He was going to get her the biggest rock on Earth. She’d need a wheelbarrow to carry it around on her finger. “God-baby. I just want to lick you all over and eat you out until you squirt my face.” She gasped loudly, her eyes growing round and face turning scarlet. “Gabriel!” He chuckled and nipped her neck. “Sorry,” he growled, not really meaning the apology one bit. “What is this sticky stuff on us?” He laughed some more, and rolled over, sliding his fingers in ...
    the remains of semen on her belly. He trailed his fingers lower until he smeared it right between her legs. Someday he’d come there. Someday soon. She flinched at his touch and slammed her thighs shut tight, her face going red, and gaze darting away in embarrassment. He gathered her close to his body as his lips brushed her nose. “You’re mine, Abigail soon to be…” He stuttered to a stop. “My wife,” he finally murmured. His surname. Over his dead body he’d give her the surname of the bastard that had gunned his mother down. He needed to do something about that damned name. Raven was only his stage name. Legally he was still Brinks. “Let’s get cleaned up and get a bite to eat.” She nodded, her fingers twining in the loose locks of his hair. She looked so shy and sweet, his heart nearly burst just looking at her. ******* The restaurant was beautiful, with a breathtaking view of the Pacific. Gabriel had opted for a table on the outside terrace. The sun was just setting beneath the horizon painting the sky in dramatic hues of deep blues, pinks and reds. The balmy breeze made the fronds of palms rustle and blew strands of her hair across her neck. The flickering candle set in the center of the table made Gabriel’s eyes look like glowing jade. He grinned at her as he sucked down his sixth oyster. The waiter had brought an enormous shell-shaped platter filled with ice and a dozen oysters. Again, he’d pulled his hair back into a tail at his nape, but he wore a long-sleeved charcoal ...