Falling into Exposure (Falling 2)

I can’t even look at him. I don’t want him to see these pathetic tears on my cheeks, and I try not to sniffle as I gather my coat. I only make it as far as the hallway before a sob erupts from my chest and I start to cry in earnest. I don’t even know why. I did this to myself.

Just as I reach the door, he stops me, pulling me against his chest.

“Let me go, Gabriel.” My voice is weak, and I hate it.

“No.”

He holds me tight, letting me cry against him as he strokes my hair. It only makes me feel even worse for allowing myself to break down in front of him.

“You said that’s what you wanted, Victoria,” he whispers into my ear.

“I don’t care what I said,” I snap. “This is over. Finished. I’m so fucking…”

He crushes his lips to mine, making me gasp. And then he gathers me up in his arms and carries me back down the hall. As much as I try to resist, I can’t fight him. His lips are like my kryptonite, and I need them.

He showers my face with kisses, taking my salty tears away. Then he splays me out on the bed and starts to undress me. His movements are slow and gentle, precise. He strips me of everything until I’m completely naked in front of him, and I don’t care. The way he’s looking at me tells me I don’t need to be embarrassed.

And then his lips are everywhere. Trailing kisses all over my neck, my chest, and my nipples. His hand finds the throbbing bundle of nerves inside of me and goes to work. It’s all over before it even begins. I’m so swollen, so needy, I explode around his fingers within a minute of his touch.

“Fuck baby,” he growls. “That was unexpected.”

“Maybe for you,” I murmur, my eyelids growing heavy.

“Don’t go to sleep on me yet.” He kisses his way down my navel. “I’m just getting started.”

He isn’t joking either. By the time his mouth and fingers are done with me, I’ve come four times. And when he starts up again, I have to beg him to stop, but he does so with a satisfactory smile on his face. He climbs up beside me, lifting my head to nuzzle against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Victoria,” he says softly.

“You’re forgiven.”

***

Gabriel

Victoria’s asleep. In my arms. And I’m holding her, stroking her, silently hating myself for what she’s turning me into. I don’t want to leave her. I don’t want her to leave me. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing anymore.

I had every intention of granting her wish today. Showing her what a fuck toy really is. I knew I would lose her because of it, but that was the point. But then she turned it around on me when I was fucking her mouth like a mad man and she actually moaned.

She was enjoying it. She was enjoying my control over her. And fuck me if it didn’t bring me straight to my knees. I wanted to stop right there and give in, but I knew I couldn’t. I had to make a point. I had to figure out what she wanted from me. Because there had to be something.

But then she started crying. It wasn’t unusual, I mean, let’s face it… I’m a dick. I’ve made plenty of women cry in order to get to the bottom of their motives. It’s part of the package. But Victoria was crying because I’d denied her pleasure and made her feel unworthy, not because I fucked her roughly. And I don’t even know what to begin to do with that information.

Chapter Three

Victoria

I wake to Gabriel’s kisses, soft and sweet along my neck. His erection is pressed against my thigh, letting me know he’s ready to go again. The man is a freaking machine, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I stretch out my legs and curl my toes, feeling blissfully sore. I slept amazingly well for being in someone else’s apartment. And as I glance at the clock next to the bed, I realize I stayed the entire night. He didn’t ask me to leave, and he slept with me too. What does that mean?

My eyes flutter down to watch him as he continues to worship my body. He looks beautiful and content. So content. I wonder if he could possibly feel how I do right now.

“I like waking up to you,” he murmurs.

I roll into him and bring my mouth to his.