1. Diavolo Ch 08


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    getting off on his leg. Christ. If he could only roll over and let her rub his dick that way. She sighed, her breath warming his nipple. She was killing him. Carefully sliding his hand from inside her panties before she woke and accused him of groping her in her sleep, he slid away from her. She muttered something, more of a whine than anything else, but continued to sleep. Gabriel struggled to his feet and stared balefully at the crutches. His doctor had told him he didn’t need them and that he should start putting weight on his leg so that the bone healed faster. He’d just been reluctant to do so at first. Abby had agreed to stay until he recovered, but he’d convince her to stay indefinitely. He wasn’t letting her go anytime soon. Again, the thought of marriage entered his thoughts as he made his way slowly to the bathroom. Abigail wasn’t the kind of girl who’d just have sex with him. She’d been saving herself. That was a rare thing indeed, and he wasn’t about to take that from her either. She’d be his, but he needed to give something up in return. His bachelorhood. Was he ready to take the big plunge? Was his raging lust for Abigail making him rash, pushing things way too fast? He washed his hands after making use of the toilet and then began brushing his teeth. She was sweet, innocent, but she had fire to her as well. He liked that. Plus, the woman could cook like no one’s business. Definitely points in her favor. No one but his grandmother or Sharmane had ever cooked for ...
    him. Abby wasn’t after his money; she couldn't care less about his fame or the whole music business for that matter. Did he love her? He snorted. Fuck yeah. She was every man’s dream. His dream. She was so innocent. He wanted to give her things, buy her stuff, take her places…make her come apart under his tutelage. “Gabriel,” Abigail gasped as she rushed into the bathroom. He gripped the edge of the counter and stared at her in the mirror before turning carefully. “You’re standing without your crutches.” “Yeah, and you scared the crap out of me. I could’ve fallen.” Her face paled and he felt a twinge of guilt. “Let me get them,” she blurted turning to leave. He reached out and gripped the back of her nightgown stopping her in her tracks. Her eyes widened when he began to reel her in slowly. “Gabriel, your crutches.” “Doc said to put weight on my leg to strengthen it. I’ll use them later when I get tired.” She was flush against him now, a thin little nightie the only barrier between them since he still hadn’t pulled on his lounging pants. Her face flushed pink as her palms went to his chest. Looking away, she breathed a frantic, “Gabriel, this is so inappropriate.” “We’re not doing anything,” he murmured, sliding his mouth down the slender column of her throat. He could feel her pulse hammering hard through her jugular. Baring his teeth, he nipped at it, making her gasp and then moan. The sound lit him up like a fuse. He tilted his hips into her, letting her feel what she did ...
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