Chapter 19: A Promise Kept
[Angela's POV]
I wake with the first light of dawn streaming through the living room blinds, my body curled protectively around Gabriel's sleeping form. A delicious warmth radiates from where our bodies touch, his back pressed against my chest, my arm draped possessively across his waist. The blanket I pulled over us sometime in the night pulled around us tightly.
Last night feels like a dream, a beautiful, perfect dream I've waited years to experience. My body hums with satisfaction, Gabriel's essence still lingering on my tongue, in my belly, fueling me with a primal energy I've never felt in my entire life. Who knew tequila would transform my hesitant, conflicted boy into the demanding, passionate man who gripped my hair and used my mouth with such delicious abandon?
I carefully shift to study his sleeping face. Long lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted, occasional soft snores escaping. I can't help but smile, remembering how those same lips formed desperate pleas, how his voice broke when he begged to fuck my mouth.
Nine thrusts. My boy is improving so beautifully.
After he collapsed into unconsciousness, I couldn't resist tasting him again. He didn't even stir as I took him into my mouth once more, his body responding instinctively to my touch. When he came that second time, filling my mouth with his seed, I felt an overwhelming urge to preserve the moment.
My phone still sits on the coffee table where I left it after taking that perfect picture, Gabriel unconscious, his pants around his ankles, while I knelt between his legs, mouth open wide, displaying his precious gift on my tongue. A dangerous memento, perhaps, but one I'll keep locked away where only I can see it.
After that, I buckled his pants back up. This has to stay a secret for now. Judging by his current state of mind lately, if I push now, it'll likely only make him run further away from me.
I need Sabrina to ruin him so I can build him back up.
I'm not counting this as breaking my promise. He took far more advantage of his drunk mother than the other way around this time.
I press a gentle kiss to his temple, inhaling the alluring scent of his skin, tequila, and sex. He won't remember much of last night, he drank far too much for that, but I'll never forget it. I will always remember how he looked at me with unfiltered desire, how he finally stopped fighting what we both know is inevitable.