Chapter 24 We Are Not Done

• I was lying on the mattress, with him hooking my legs over his elbows and folding me in half. Gabriel began slamming into me with long, vicious thrusts that made the entire bed frame vibrate. The new angle was devastating and every thrust brought a scream out of me.
• My voice cracked and tore into an uncontrollable moan. Gabriel pounded into me even harder, the wet smack of his hips against mine echoing off the walls. The headboard was slamming in perfect rhythm with every thrust, the sound of my wetness unmistakable, the kind of noises that would have been heard if someone passed by the suite door.
• My orgasm was building like a storm.