Chapter 126

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Desire hummed in Gabriel's bones.

When Amelia pulled him back into the kiss it was a frantic fight with himself no longer to tear her leggings off and take her like the beast within him that yearned for release.

He gave in to the temptation to pull her head back, to taste her throat, to graze his teeth along the arch of it, then latch onto her pores and skin and suck until she gasped and clung to his shoulders.

Amelia was bent backwards, fingers digging into his shoulders to press herself towards him, her legs tough against the bed. He longed to choose her up and throw her onto the furs, to cover her and take her, to provide his wolf's voice to his love and possession.

But some thing coiled inside him that wanted—needed—more than a easy joining. It made his fingers tremble, and his breath shallow. It made his pores and skin hum.

Dropping his chin so his lips brushed her ear, he rasped, “Don't be afraid. I won’t damage you