Immaculate

Oh, believe me, it was us who won...

I just want to let everyone know how grateful I am for sticking with me while I move this monster here.

And if you're new to this story, then thank you so much for taking the time to read it. It is huge, I will warn you now, 128 parts and nowhere near finished yet. :)

Part Twenty Six

Sang's POV

I paused in the doorway, the room was darker than the living room. I could only make out vague shapes. I held my breath, listening carefully for any sounds. I could hear the hum of the fridge as it worked, but that was the only noise I could make out.

I slowly slid one foot forward and waited a beat before taking another silent step and then another till I was by the kitchen table. I crouched and slid forward onto my hands and knees moving forwards silently. I reached out but the space was empty, a sharp burst of disappointment went through me. He wasn't there. I backed up and stood up quietly and took a step back.

I collided with a hard, warm chest; a hand was slid around my face, covering my mouth before I could say anything. Another hand slid around my waist and gripped my right hip. Excitement rippled through me as I smelt Gabriel's scent. It was a dark woodsy smell today and made me think of the forest just after it had rained.

"He told you where to find me, didn't he?" he breathed into my ear and I shuddered, ripples of tingles shot through me.

"Meanie," I whispered against his hand. He slid it away from my face and gripped my upper arm. His lips brushed against my ear as he murmured my name over and over and then his lips were under my ear and sliding down my neck. My knees went weak at the sensations that slid down my spine, goose bumps rose on my skin.

"Meanie," I wanted to kiss him, I turned my head towards him and turned in his hold. I slid my arms around his neck, my lips finding his jaw; I nibbled my way along until I was over his mouth. I held very still, my lips just touching his, my hands moved to his shoulders. I slid my lips over his and he groaned, his hands on my hips gripped tightly, almost painfully as his lips moved with mine.

He moved from my lips onto my cheeks, his hands moving up into my hair and then his lips were by my ear.

"Trouble, Sang, I've wanted to kiss you since I washed your hair for you," he murmured, his finger playing over my scalp as I rested my forehead on his shoulder. "I want to always kiss you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Gabriel," I used his proper name and turned my lips to his cheek. He grunted and was suddenly turning me, pressing me back against the fridge. His lips found my ear, he slid his tongue out and traced the shell of my ear before licking down in one long line across my cheek and over my lips, I opened giving him access. His hand left my hair and traced down my neck and down my side to my hips again, but then he push it back up again, taking my shirt with it.

"God, Trouble," he breathed into my mouth and then he was nipping at my lip with his teeth and my toes curled up, heat pooling low in my stomach setting up that ache again. It made me wriggle in his hold, my hands in his hair, tugging on the blonde locks, trying to get him to kiss me properly again. But he just kept nipping at my lower lip; his hand slid under my shirt and up over the flat of my stomach, his fingers brushed the underside of my bra. My breath left me on a cry. I was struggling to keep my head, every nerve ending was alive, there were so many feelings and emotions running just under my skin.

His fingers slid up the curve of the underside of my bra and I lost my hold on him, my hands flew to the fridge behind me, I wanted more. I brought my hands to his waist and I fisted his shirt until was I was sliding my hands up the bare skin of his back. He nipped my lip harder and then his mouth was taking possession of mine again.