Tangle (BWWM)

Chapter 20- Holiday Woes Part 1

Gabrielle was roused by the feeling of a gentle hand caressing her left shoulder. Fluttering her eyes open, the day-brightened room came into focus. Though the sun wasn't quite out, so the sky was a very light gray, in turn casting a whitish lighting on her surroundings. Soon enough, her brain reminded her that she was in Vincent's bed because she'd slept over at his penthouse the night prior. Now she was waking up in his strong arms, cuddled between him and the warmest, softest blankets she'd ever had the pleasure of being huddled in, and his muscular arm wrapped possessively around her.

"Good morning, love," she heard Vincent say, feeling his chest vibrate with the sound of his voice. "Looks like we'll be having a white Christmas this year." She looked out the window to see the snow that he was speaking of, and there it was! It lined all the ledges, covered every nook and cranny that the New York skyline had to offer. The sparkling white powder cast a shimmery gleam on what was previously bleak, gray cold winter in the city. And it was a welcomed change!

Gabrielle stretched and huddled closer to the pillows she rested her head on, as well as the life-sized man pillow next to her, trying her best to ignore the snow outside. "Merry Christmas, baby," she muttered, closing her eyes once again. While Gabrielle liked the snow, she wasn't too keen on the extra chill or the ice it brought along with it.

"Merry Christmas. I have a few gifts for you, but you seem comfortable right now." Gabrielle merely responded with an "mhm" as he shifted himself over her on his hands and knees. The blanket that covered them slid from his shirtless form, revealing his chiseled features. Vincent leaned in to plant a delicate kiss on her forehead before slipping further down to devour her neck. The sharp intake of breath he heard Gabrielle take cause him to smirk arrogantly.

Her arms snaked around the back of his neck as she gave Vincent more access to her own. The shivers that ran down her spine were comparable to that of the freezing cold temperatures outside. Vincent slid his tongue slowly and agonizingly over her skin, forming goosebumps in its wake. Gabrielle released tiny moans as Vincent turned her into a warm puddle of mush, pliable only by his hands.

"Vincent," she sighed. "You're insatiable."

"And you're irresistible," he muttered, only pausing his ministrations to speak. "I believe we've both won on that part, eh?" He shot her one last smirk before disappearing under the covers.

Gabrielle chuckled a bit before shaking her head. On that night, she'd known "just this once" wouldn't have been just that once. Since then, Vincent had gone down on her... well she'd lost count. Either way, she'd known that opening herself to him was like opening Pandora's box. What she didn't anticipate was that he'd want to sate his desire most anywhere at anytime... they could be at work or on a date or relaxing at either one of their homes, Vincent did not care. And she was just as bad because she'd allowed it.

By now, he'd made his way down her chest, resting only momentarily on her breasts to grant each mound some attention, and then floated lower down her stomach. When he dipped his tongue in her belly button, the tickling feeling made her twitch. Slowly, painfully slowly, he kissed his way down her thighs, eventually making it to where they joined. She felt his now lengthened fangs scrape deliciously over her skin, joining his tongue for the torture he inflicted on her.

Gabrielle closed her eyes and released a deep breath she didn't even know she was holding. Her back arched when Vincent flicked his tongue playfully over her nub. "Shit," she muttered. "You're teasing me, baby." The only response she received was him full on assaulting her with his mouth. Caught by surprise, a guttural yelp escaped her throat.

Vincent dined languidly and thoroughly, his hands gripping at Gabrielle's thick, sturdy thighs, and sometimes floating between there and traveling upward to squeeze at a soft mound. The pleasured moans and squeals that his beloved made drove him on his relentless quest. He lived to please her. And please her he would.