Gabriel’s sex was in perfect proportion to the rest of his body. There was only one word that accurately described him.

Massive. The man in his entirety was simply overwhelming to the senses.

“Damnit, you shouldn’t even be awake. Why the hell are you awake, Celia?” As if he couldn’t help himself, Gabriel indulged in a quick stroke as Celia watched in utter fascination. His eyes fluttered shut before pinning her with blazing intensity. “You’re not going to look away, are you?”

Celia met his eyes, a sense of inevitability overcoming her. This was where she was supposed to be. With this man.

At his mercy.

Waiting to come alive.

Slowly, she shook her head, unable to even form words.

“Fine,” he snarled softly. “Watch me, Celia. Watch me as I fuck my own hand and dream it’s you that I’m making love to. Don’t you dare look away until I’m done. Do you understand me? Don’t you fucking look away.”

Celia nodded obediently, strangely excited by the fierceness Gabriel exhibited. His eyes burned in the dim light as if they were lit coals. They scorched Celia, flaring with twin flames of lust when she bit her bottom lip.

“Every time you do that, every time you bite that luscious bottom lip, I want to sink my teeth into it and suck it into my mouth, Celia. Every goddamn time. You’re driving me utterly mad,” he muttered.

Her breasts felt heavy. Her nipples ached with such acuteness, she unthinkingly rubbed them with the palm of her hand through the silkiness of her nightgown. But that only increased the inferno of heat that had been growing between her own legs. With an agitated noise, she shifted her thighs in an effort at alleviating the tingling sensation.

The corners of Gabriel’s lips tipped up in recognition of her distress.

“Tsk, tsk, pet.” Using his free hand, he caught her chin, holding her steady. “You’ve had your pleasure over the last few weeks at my hand. Now, you will watch as I have mine. And maybe, I’ll reward you for your patience, although that’s not a guarantee.”

He then grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging her until she had no choice but to come closer, her face hovering inches above the corded muscles of his belly. His fingers tightened, holding her there. He began stroking himself, the urgency from before tempered by the knowledge there was surely no need to rush matters now. Celia knew he could take his time and she still would not turn away.

His fingers tightened, both in her hair and around his cock. “I should have you open that pretty mouth for me so I can slide into it.” The strokes were leisurely but with purpose. He was in control now, something Celia suspected had been lost for at least a few moments when this all began. Yes, he was in control, and he would not relinquish it so easily.

“Would you like that, sugarplum?” His scarred eyebrow lifted as he questioned her. “Would you fight me if I tried? Or would you drink me in as though I were the finest brandy, and you were dying of thirst? I think you would. I think you would like me holding you still, shoving myself down your throat until you had no choice but to swallow me.”