Vivian felt relieved when Gabriel left. She thought of countless excuses to keep him from touching her. Despite her exhaustion, she couldn't fall asleep again. Several times, she glanced at the light spilling from the slightly open bathroom door.
How would she react to that man's irritation? Most men were hostile when deprived of sex. Viviane understood that primitive instinct well. Pietro constantly complained when she rejected him.
Turning over in bed, she thought about the moment Gabriel had tried to kiss her in the mall's fitting room.
At times, her eyelids grew heavy, but fear kept her awake. Even if she dozed off, Gabriel would wake her, just as he had half an hour ago. Viviane tried to find a way to keep him at a distance.
"Who does she think she is?" he muttered, running the razor across his face.
Gabe was used to seducing models, actresses, and even women he didn't know at bars he frequented. None had refused to offer him a little love and attention. He tapped the tip of the razor on the sink and continued shaving from top to bottom, removing the hairs Viviane hated.
Deep down, Gabe didn't want sex just for pleasure. The idea of impregnating her and having more children excited him.
Rachel had never wanted a house full of kids, which fueled countless arguments between them. As an only child, he knew how lonely it could be, hating to play alone as a child. Gabriel was sure Liz would be happy to have a little brother.
Turning on the faucet, he filled his hands with water, leaned over, and rinsed his face to remove the remaining shaving cream. He dried with the small fluffy towel and ran his hand over his face, feeling the softness of his own skin. Stripping off his clothes, he stepped under the warm water, massaging his hair as the droplets fell and washing the rest of his body.
In the bedroom, Viviane curled up on the bed when the sound of water stopped.
Soon he would return and enter her. It would be easier if sex were like it had been with Pietro: just close your eyes and wait for it to be over.
The bathroom door opened, casting more light into the room. Gabriel wrapped a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet, and his tanned body glistened, as if he had applied some kind of body oil.
"Good to see you're awake!" His eyes were full of irony. "Still haven't taken that off?" He pointed to her pajama top.
He went to the small minibar, grabbed a beer, and popped the cap.
"Want one?"
"I don't drink!" She lowered her gaze.
"You should have a little time to relax."
If he knew what had happened the last time a man had been inside her, he would understand her desperation.
Summoning courage, Viviane slid the pajama pants off under the sheets and tossed them to the floor. Her slender fingers trembled as they unbuttoned the first button of the pajama top.
"Hey, stop!" he said, then took a long gulp of the beer.
Gabriel sat on the bed, stretching his legs over the rumpled sheet. He set the green German beer bottle on the nightstand.
"Can I sleep?"
"No!"
Gabriel closed the distance between them, and she curled up.
Persisting, he moved closer and touched her chin, examining her frightened look. Though Vivian still feared the intimidating man, her green eyes sparkled before her predator. He stroked her flushed cheeks, studying the delicate features of her face.
"Why did you get married so young?"
She lowered her gaze, discouraged. Gabriel's question brought back memories of the first time she had slept with Pietro in her bedroom. Viviane had been seventeen when her ex had demanded proof of love. Taking advantage of her parents being out, Pietro took her to the bedroom where, in minutes, he thrust into her, insisting until he entered. He moved so fast that he climaxed in under three minutes. Pietro left her when her father opened the door and caught them.
"My father caught us in my room..."
"Having sex?" he asked.
Gabriel's brow furrowed.
"Yes!" Vivian admitted, embarrassed. "My father was extremely strict."
"Did you marry to please your father?"
Viviane nodded in agreement. The story wasn't so different, since Gabriel had married the woman his mother chose.
His index finger traced her neck to the first button, slowly undoing it.
"I'm not very good in bed," Viviane admitted in a shaky voice.
"I need to check that." He opened the next button.
His long hand slid inside the shirt, brushing against the bra cup. Passing through the fabric, it touched her breast, massaging it and making her shiver.
"I've never really liked sex."
"You're going to learn to like it!" Gabriel said sharply.
His patience exhausted, he quickly unbuttoned Viviane's shirt, the buttons scattering across the bed.
"You're wearing," he noted, eyeing the red bra she had picked earlier. "Beautiful!" He studied her breasts.
He pulled the sheet aside to reveal the bottom of the lingerie set. Leaning over her, Gabriel removed the towel, displaying his hard, prominent penis without shame.
Wasting no time, he grabbed Viviane by the legs and leaned over her.
'Just close my eyes and it will be over soon!' she repeated to herself as Gabriel's full lips traced her neck. The heat of his tongue on her skin made Viviane moan softly.
Gabriel smiled, continuing to touch her body and feel its softness. He massaged her right breast, taking it into his mouth.
This wasn't how Pietro had done it-he usually mounted her, moving until they climaxed-but with Mr. Welsch, it was different. He continued torturing her with eager caresses and hungry kisses.
Vivian gasped as he took the other nipple into his mouth and sucked.
This man awakened a dormant volcano, every part of her responding to his touch. She felt the heat of his tongue on her stomach, hot like burning embers bubbling beneath her skin.
Gabriel's long fingers traced paths between her thighs, pulling her lace panties aside and burying his face. Then he spread her legs further, growling.
"I love this scent..."
Immediately, Gabe's mouth tasted her sensitive flesh.
Viviane arched against the slow strokes of his tongue. In an involuntary movement, she lifted her hips against his masculine face.
Gabriel held her thigh muscles firmly as he plunged his tongue, kissing her hungrily and drawing frenzied moans from her.
Viviane had never felt such desire for a man. She wanted more; she needed to feel him.
He continued teasing her, withdrawing his mouth to slip in his middle finger. Finally, Gabriel took his revenge. He had the key to torment the man who had stolen his late wife's love.
"Yes!" He gazed at her with closed eyes.
He added another finger, intensifying the movements as her inner muscles contracted. This woman was erupting. Gabe loved hearing her moan as he moved his fingers. He reached over with one hand while the other cupped her breasts, pulling her hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger and twisting slowly.
"Oh, God!" Vivian exclaimed.
Unable to resist the delicious torment, she surrendered to the man licking his lips. Overcome with pleasure, she stiffened her thighs and lifted her hips. She whimpered as she enjoyed the sensation.
"You aren't frigid." He raised his body and leaned over her.
His elbows rested on either side of her head, breathing fast.
"I'm very demanding, Viviane!" He spread her legs further. "This isn't my favorite position, but I'll be gentle until you get used to it."
Positioning himself between her legs, he rubbed his penis at the entrance, moving up and down, brushing the tip against her wet slit. He held the pink nipple between his lips, sucking deeply.
