Thank God. She won’t stop me from doing anything I want with her.

“Yes, pet. I will,” he crooned, pulling her hand from his hair and moving it so it was braced once more on the dressing table. “And you will keep your pretty back arched for me.” When she did not move fast enough to suit him, he slapped one cheek of her bottom with a cupped palm. She became even wetter around the tip of his cock, and it made him smile. “I expect immediate obedience, Marchioness, and once I receive it, you will be rewarded again.”

Celia arched her back even more. A whimper escaped from her mouth, although she frantically bit her lower lip to keep it contained.

Gabriel’s chuckle was dark with appreciation. “That’s it. You learn quickly, don’t you?”

He surged inside her then, all the way to the hilt, and nearly wept with the flood of sensations. Keeping their gazes locked, he began moving in and out of her body, dragging his cock almost to the point of exit before gliding back in. Reaching forward, his fingers pinched the hardened bud of one of her breasts until she began squirming against him in a rocking motion.

Gabriel ground his teeth together from the sheer pleasure. Celia was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His addiction, his obsession for her expanded until it reached every corner of his soul. Coursing through his veins until there was no choice but to accept she was part of him now.

“Just like that, ma chère femme. Yes. Keep moving just like that. You feel so good wrapped around me. So goddamn good that I find myself losing control, and I’m trying so hard not to hurt you.”

Celia hissed in a combination of pain and desire as he pinched the tips of her breasts just a little harder, and in the next instant, the same hand administering that almost cruel caress, curved around her throat. He held her like that, tugging her hair with one hand, controlling her while squeezing her with his other hand until she cried out from another sudden climax, her body releasing every band of tension and accepting him in the most primal way.

It was too much, that surrender of her body and the softening of her flesh. The way her sweetness invaded the darkness of his soul and illuminated him from the inside out. Before Gabriel could stop it, his climax barreled through him. It felt like a thousand volcanos erupting at once, drowning him in fiery lava. With a helpless groan, he thrust harder into her silken depths as though the violence of his possession could erase both of their pasts and all of his pain.

“Mine.” The word came out in a guttural grunt as he released his hold of her throat so she could fully catch her breath. “Mine. Do you understand, pet? And as surely as you are mine, I am now yours. Always.”

She gulped in huge breaths of air, letting out a moan-laced sob of surrender as she collapsed forward onto the table, her body trembling with the force of their combined orgasm.