His breaths were harsh, increasing in pace with the motion of his hand. Celia watched as he commanded, fascinated when a bead of clear liquid seeped from the head of his cock. He rubbed a thumb over it, spreading it into his flesh, and groaned at the sensation. The fact Celia could not tear her eyes away seemed to exhilarate him.

“Regarde-moi pendant que je reve de te baiser, ma chere femme.”

The demand was a singsong litany of lust and sin. In her own agitated state, Celia did not completely grasp much of what he was saying until seconds later. The husky order set her ablaze.

Watch me while I dream of fucking you, my sweet wife.

Whatever Gabriel wanted, she would surrender without question. He’d mentioned many times making use of her mouth, but this was the first time she found herself wishing he’d make good on the threat.

Abruptly, she realized she could take matters into her own hands.

Or mouth.

She bent closer, and before there was a chance she might change her mind, or Gabriel stopping her, Celia took the flared head of his cock into her mouth. It was all she dared, but it was enough.

“Fuck, yes,” Gabriel hissed in surprise, his hips bucking upward in desperate search of the warm recesses of her mouth. His hand remained locked around his flesh, and although her hair was still within the tight grip of his other hand, he did not push or insist she take more of him. He simply retained his hold and let her determine the extent of her actions.

“Don’t you dare stop. Stay, Celia. Stay. Stay. Sweet Jesus.” The words ran together as he stroked himself harder and faster, and Celia, for some unknown reason, was compelled to swirl her tongue over the thickness in her mouth. Instinctively, she hollowed out her cheeks as if she were sucking on something particularly delicious.

Gabriel grunted, and in the next instant, he yanked her backward. A noise like a small pop echoed in the room when he lost the suction of her mouth.

Then he groaned, rumbling a low noise of agonized satisfaction. For an endless moment, Celia’s breath matched his as the climax sent shudders through his body and fluid pumped from his sex in arching ribbons. It smeared across his naked groin.

Celia absently wondered what it tasted like.

His fingers loosened by degrees. First on her hair, then on his cock. A deep breath escaped him. All the tension she’d sensed from the moment she came to his room earlier that afternoon seemed as if it had drained away.

He was silent, then said, “Once again, you surprise me, Celia. Thank you.”

Celia felt a pang of sympathy. He sounded exhausted. He probably was. After all, he’d traipsed back and forth over England the past few days and topped it all off by getting married.

With quick movements, Gabriel removed the sleeping pants, using them to wipe away the remnants of his seed. The garment was tossed onto the floor before he fell back against the pillows, pulling Celia alongside his hard form.