Gabriel's Obsession

Intimate Moments

Amelia's POV

Mature content ahead:

Leaving the bathroom, my gaze remained fixated on the engagement ring adorning my finger. The way it caught the light, shimmering with undeniable elegance, was mesmerizing.

I was so lost in its glimmering beauty that I didn't notice the person standing in front of me until I bumped straight into him.

A firm grip steadied me before I could stumble, and as I looked up, a smile spread across my face.

Gabriel.

Something in him had shifted these past few weeks. The once-relentless storm in his eyes had softened into something else, something warmer, more restrained. The change was subtle, but it was there.

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him, pressing my cheek against his chest. He was so tall that even on my toes, I barely reached his collarbone.

His scent, rich, clean, laced with something undeniably him enveloped me.

"You know what?" I murmured, sinking into his embrace.

"What, baby girl?" he asked, his voice a low hum against my hair. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles on my back, his warmth seeping into me. Then, he nuzzled into the crook of my neck, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.

I hesitated for just a second before admitting, "I'm really starting to like this side of you."

My voice was quiet, almost reluctant.

"In the beginning, I couldn't stand you. But now... I think I'm genuinely growing fond of you."

I giggled softly, trying to lighten the weight of my own words. "It's like the 'monster' Gabriel has turned into a 'fallen angel.'"

A chuckle rumbled in his chest, deep and velvety.

But as I pulled back slightly to look at him, something flickered behind his eyes—something dark, unreadable.

"Fallen angel, huh?" he murmured, his fingers grazing my jaw. His smile remained, but there was a glint of something else beneath it.

Something I couldn't quite place.

"You really think the monster is gone?"

The way he said it sent an uneasy thrill down my spine, but before I could respond, he leaned in, brushing a slow, lingering kiss against my forehead.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

His lips traced a slow path down my neck, each kiss featherlight yet electrifying. A soft giggle slipped from my lips before I could stop it.

"So my baby girl is ticklish?" Gabriel teased, his voice laced with amusement.

I barely had time to catch my breath before his kisses deepened, turning into playful nibbles that sent shivers cascading down my spine.

Then—he found it.

That one sensitive spot just beneath my jaw.

A sharp gasp escaped me, quickly followed by a sound I didn't recognize—something between a sigh and a moan.

Gabriel's smirk was instant, his grip tightening around my waist. "I found it."

His lips zeroed in, pressing, sucking, teasing. The sensations ignited something foreign inside me, something I couldn't quite name. My breath hitched, my pulse stuttering as heat pooled low in my stomach.

His mouth moved from my neck to my lips, capturing them in a kiss that was deep, slow, possessive.

Before I could even process it, I felt myself being lifted.