I dare not to blink, staring up at the ceiling of my room as the familiar lips brushes along the length of my neck and soft sniffing noise echoing through me. My pre-awake brain yet to register what is happening but when it does, it is being flooded with confusion, information and reminder. I blink furiously then swing my eyes to Gabriel's stunning side face and skimp them down along his trimmed dark sideburn to his sharp unshaved jaw line and vanish where his chin is tucked under mine. I try to wiggle and realise that my hands are held above my head with his naked body pressed to my side.
What is he doing naked and why is he here?
"Gabriel?" I croak. "Why are you naked?"
"You." He voice rumbles. The restraining hand leaves mine as my chin is grabbed and my face is turned to the opposite direction. "Smell so good." His nose moves deeper into my neck and settles briefly in the well of my collar bone before moving up to my chin.
That's not the answer to my question but there is something about his voice, it sounds more animalistic and rough than human and rasping that makes goose pimples break out on my skin as I shudder under his touch. I close my eyes feeling his hand slide down my torso and settle on my waist and his tongue, lips and nose assault my neck and shoulder. I don't know what to do right now. Should I push him away or should I let him do what he is doing.
"Urh...Gabriel." I stutter and nudge at his shoulder trying to push him away. I'm so confused.
I feel him shakes his head, brushing his stubble cheek against mine and releasing a sweet shiver through me. "You don't." He mumbles lips pressing on my pulse point and my heart rate is speeding up, even more so when his tongue drifts trailing a slow, definite stroke up my neck. "I can't. I'm hurting."
I release a shaky breath as he scent marking me.
After sometime his face is pulled back from my neck as he looks up and lands me with a red-glazed stare. "'s killing me. Without you."
My heart breaks for him, and I clench my eyes shut, desperately fighting back my own tears. My stomach churns at the same time reminding me not to break in and my situation worsens when he wraps his arms my wait and lifts me up on my bum. His forehead rests on mine and for a long time he doesn't say anything, seemingly subdued like that so neither do I. Our breathy gasps colliding between our close mouths are saying all that needs to be said:
Love,want, need, happiness, grief, regret and contentment.
"What are you doing here?" I ask quietly and open my eyes focusing on him. I frown to myself in confusion as to why his eyes are still red and not back to his normal beautiful blues.
His forehead rolls across mine slowly, carefully. "Can't... live... without you."
My breath catches at the back of my throat, his words, and his voice are not his... I mean he is speaking of course but there's a rough edge to them with a hint of rawness. I'm getting more concerned about him now. What has he done to himself in my absence?
I eyes trail down from his chest till his hips landing on his thick bush of hair nestling his half hard groin between his muscular thighs and my tongue involuntary flick out chasing his phantom taste on my lips after having him in my mouth hot and heavy in his office at the Anniversary party.
Uggh!!! I can't fucking can't think anything sexual right now.
"Why are you naked?" I stupidly ask again despite knowing he won't answer me.
"You stopped." he whispers accusingly, breathing heavy, the vibrations of his voice flipping shockwaves throughout my body.
His words hit me hard: Don't stop this, I remember them but when did I stop anything? He pushed me away. He didn't stop me when I left. He was whipping the bitch, his whores humiliated me on a daily basis, he never understood me, he vanished for four days and slept around, he cheated...on me! And now I'm pregnant with his baby and that make me laugh inwardly. When my life become such a clichéd? But then I'm a man and I'm pregnant how do I process this in my head. What do I do?
