Gods, how is his mouth so skilled? I want it everywhere. I growled at Annie. "Gabriel, please." My voice came out a moan as his tongue flashed across my skin, his lips cold but his saliva as hot as fire. He growled against me at the sound of his name, my beg, of the feeling of my pressing against him in desire. He kissed my neck and jaw a few more times, more gently and controlled, before he pulled away, standing straight, pinning me slightly. He stared down at me, his thumb stroking my jaw with soft touch. He gave a confident, cocky smirk as his thumb travelled over my panting lips. My lust was washed by annoyance at him, he was playing on the bond pull to make me give in. The more I gave into desires, to him, the stronger the bond would become until we mated. I scowled. "You're a jerk." He shrugged, not releasing me. "You'll call me worse." It took me a second to register what he said. I slipped from his grip, seeing the surprise on his face as I was already half
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