Challenging Gabriel (Knight Security 2) by Carole Mortimer Page A

tight heat of her channel.
    Angel cried out as she came instantly, clit throbbing as her channel contracted tightly and her juices flowed over his still-thrusting finger.
    Gabriel hooked his fingers into that scrap of lace and ripped it from her body, baring her completely, then added another thrusting finger, pumping into her as his tongue continued its assault on her clit. Over and over again until she cried out a second time, and then a third, her juices flowing copiously over his fingers before he lapped them up greedily.
    Pure, addictive, fucking nectar.
    “Part your legs more,” he ordered harshly. “Do it, Angel,” he growled when she hesitated too long.
    She parted her legs without further protest, allowing Gabriel the access he wanted. He continued lashing her pulsing clit with his tongue and pulled his fingers from her channel, spreading her juices all along the seam of her sex before doing the same to the rosette of her bottom.
    “Don’t fucking fight me,” he warned when she jerked away at this intimacy. “Every inch of you belongs to me,” he reminded her harshly. He eased a finger inside that tight ring of muscle. “Who do you belong to, Angel?” He worked his finger into her slowly but surely. “Answer me, damn you!”
    “No one. I belong to— You,” she groaned as he began to thrust inside her. “I belong to you!”
    “Too damned right you do.” His thumb pressed and then flicked against her clit in the same rhythm as his finger thrust inside her, stretching her. “Don’t ever forget that again,” he warned before he plunged his tongue deep inside her still-contracting channel and continued to work her remorselessly until she came. “Again,” he ground out forcefully.
    Angel climaxed again and again on Gabriel’s command as he explored and reclaimed every inch of her, knowing he was punishing her as much as making love to her. That this sexual onslaught was the outlet for the anger he felt toward her. For denying him Daniel all these years.
    She took it all, part of her reveling in the punishment when it stopped her from thinking or feeling anything else. Until she couldn’t take any more, her legs no longer supporting her as she collapsed forward over Gabriel’s shoulder.
    “I’m not finished with you yet,” he warned as he rose to his feet with her draped over his shoulder. He walked down the hallway to what turned out to be his dimly lit bedroom. Her first indication that so much time had passed, it had grown dark outside.
    Angel was barely aware of the cream, tan, and gold décor of the bedroom, as she was placed on the tan silk coverlet of the king-size bed. Gabriel opened the bedside drawer and took out protection before rolling it on the fullness of his cock. His much larger body completely enveloped hers as he leaned on his elbows and looked down at her.
    His large hands cupped either side of her face. “Tell me again who you belong to?”
    Angel knew her hair must be tousled, eyes wild, cheeks flushed, lips puffy. “You.” How could she deny what was, after all, the truth? He was all she had ever wanted. All she had ever needed. And he was here, with her, about to claim her completely again.
    “Say it again as I enter you,” he ordered harshly as the bulbous top of his cock nudged against her entrance. He stilled completely at her silence. “Say it! And keep saying it until I tell you to stop.”
    Their lovemaking had always been wild, but Angel had never seen Gabriel quite this wild before, so fiercely demanding and so totally remorseless and lacking in warmth.
    She looked up at him in appeal. “You’re out of control, Gabriel.”
    “You don’t think I could stop this whenever I want to? If you do, then you have no concept of what I could do if I really lost control.” His laugh was hard, bitter. “No fucking idea what I’m capable of.”
    After these past few hours, Angel was beginning to understand, to realize why he had made such a formidable weapon for the