Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Chapter 15 SOFIA My head throbbed. It wasn’t so much of a hangover as much as it was being woken from deep sleep with the banging noise, but there was a certain relief looking at the man standing in front of me.

I’m home,” He says, his expression a little weird, all his initial anger having faded away.

“Okay” I replied softly, and then yawned again.

“You reek of alcohol, he commented.

I blinked. Did he just wake me up to let me know he’s home and have a basic conversation with me? “Do I?” I asked, breathing my clothes. I had showered, and I wasn’t smelling of alcohol.

“Hm,” he nodded, leaning on the door frame. “Drinking alone?”

“No. I went out with friends.

He c*cked an eyebrow. “Friends”

I nodded.

I thought he would ask where I suddenly got new friends from, but instead, he asked: “Friends as in plural?”

“Yes, plural. As in two. Eyebrows narrowed, I stared at him. What was going on? What was this line of questioning?

“Okay.”

“Okay.” I repeated. In the days he was gone, I spent a lot of time wondering how it would be like when he came back and the first time we talked after our kiss... but I hadn’t imagined this.

He stayed silent, and it didn’t seem like he wanted to say anything further. “Um,” I hesitated, “So, goodnight?”

“No.” He shook his head, straightening up and taking a step into my room.

I was in my pyjamas, but at least they didn’t happen to be tiny shorts like last time.

I took reflexive steps back while still facing him, and he just walked in further. “Did you like kissing me?”

“What?”

Gabriel stood near my bed, crossing his hands in front of his chest. “I kissed you, Freckles. You kissed me back. I’m asking you if you liked it.”

My lips parted in surprise and I didn’t miss the way his eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips, Oh, I remembered how he tasted..

I played with the hem of my top, trying not to look at him. “I- I did.”

A smirk played on his lips as he took a step towards me. “Yeah?”

“Mb-hm” I wasn’t a shy girl, but he made me feel nervous. He made me feel everything at once every time he was near.

“Don’t look away when I’m looking at you, Freckles.” His voice was low, forcing me to look up at him.

1/3 12:29 Tue, Jun 4 O Chapter 15 He was standing in front of me, both his hands reaching out to hold my arms on either side, his thumb drawing circles on my bare skin. I shivered under his touch. “You like it when I kissed you, yes?”

1 gulped, biting my lower lip, bobbing my head in a barely visible nod.

“You want me to kiss you again?”

My breath hitched.

“Tell me, freckles,” His eyes wandered from my eyes, to my lips. Did you dream of it when I was gone? Did you think of it again?

Of all the things I could have done to you?”

His right hand was now behind my waist, holding me closer, his left hand makes its way to my skin, tucking lose tresses of my hair behind my car and then letting his thumb trace the freckles under my cheek, all the way to my lips.

I shut my eyes, breathing heavy “Talk to me. Freckles. Tell me if you want it.”

Opening my eyes to look into his brown ones, I could feel the slavers down my spine, the wetness below, his touch driving every sense in me insane. “I- I thought about it.”

“What did you think about?”

“The kiss,” I mumbled, “And you.”

His left hand dropped to my neck, instantly making me miss his touch on my skin. My lips. The way his thumb had tucked in my lower lip.

“Good” he smirked. “Because that’s all I thought about too- the kiss and you.”

Saying as much, he bent down. I knew what was coming, so I shut my eyes and tip toeing, I met him midway. I placed my lips on his, holding his face, one of my hands slipping into his hair to pull him further inside me.

He tasted the same he has that night- minty, but without the vodka.

One of his hands slipped from my waist to my a*s, giving it a squeeze and then staying there, his fingers dangerously close. to my inner thigh. If he slipped his hand a little inside, he’d find me wet. So wet, for him.

I gasped when he pulled me on top of him after sitting on the edge of my bed, and then 1 climbed on top of him without breaking the kiss.

I didn’t know why we were doing this, or where this was going. But I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted to touch me. Everywhere, all at once. I wanted him. Inside me. His fingers. His tongue. His d*ck. Everything.

We pulled away, gasping, and I had to get off him as he shifted. But my eyes widened when he got up from the bed. “What you doing?” I hastily asked.

“Going to me room?” He blinked his eyes, feigning innocence.

I was still gasping for air. “What? Why?”

I told you, Freckles. If you want more, you’ve got to ask for it I breathed heavily.

I kissed Gabriel, again.

No, he kissed me, again.

12:29 Tue, Jun 4 O Chapter 15 And then he stopped, again.

He left me wet and messy, again.

This was getting annoying.

I wanted more.

Jesus. I wanted more.

自 “I want more.” I accepted out loudly and so quickly that it was almost embarrassing.

His eyes darkened. ‘Good. I was beginning to think you’re not going to ask.”

“Shut up.” I huffed, pulling him closer to me by his shirt and he smirked before taking it off, turning me to pin me to the wall this time before bending his head and kissing me again, more hungrily and devoutly than he had before.