He lowers his mouth to mine and I accept his kiss, relishing it like it’s the first time all over again. If I could bottle this moment and keep it forever, I would.
If the past forty-eight hours have taught me anything, it’s that my intuition is stronger than I give it credit for. In my heart of hearts, in the deepest parts of me … I knew Dorian wasn’t the one, but I was afraid to admit it, which was why I found myself confessing my worries to a complete stranger at zero hour.
But from this moment on, I refuse to be a prisoner to fear. I refuse to let fear run my life and commandeer my every life decision.
As Gabriel coaxes my body to the highest of heights with his gentle, undulating rhythm, taking his time and ensuring my pleasure is equally met (if not more so), I look into his eyes and I feel no fear.
Only the thrill of anticipation.