Gabriel's Inferno: Gabriel's Rapture Part 57

"Very funny. Come with me." He caught her wrist and brought it to his lips, hesitating against her skin.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

He led her out the front door, closing it behind them. They stood on the porch, surrounded by darkness that was illuminated only by the lights that hung on the stone walls.

"Try the key."

"What? Here?"

"Just try it." Gabriel rocked back on his heels, trying to hide his sudden anxiety.

Julia put the key in the lock and twisted. She heard the lock click and with a flick of her wrist, it unlocked and the door swung open.

"Thank you for becoming my wife," he whispered. "Welcome home."

She looked over at him incredulously.

"We were happy here," he said softly. "I wanted us to have a place that we could escape to, somewhere with fond memories."

He reached out to lightly touch her arm. "We can spend our holidays here when we aren't in Selinsgrove. You could write your dissertation here, if you want. Although I couldn't bear to be separated from you for more than a day."

Julia kissed him, thanking him over and over again for his lavish gift. They stood there for several minutes, reveling in one another's touch, their heartbeats quickening.

Chapter 57.

Without breaking the kiss, he picked her up and carried her back inside the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He twirled her around, admiring the way the full skirt of her purple dress flared out as she spun.

"I believe I owe you something."

"And what's that?" Julia laughed as Gabriel pressed himself up against her back.

He reached over her shoulder to whisper to her. "Make-up s.e.x."

The tone of his voice goose pimpled her skin.

He rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms. "Are you cold?"

"No. Excited."

"Excellent." He brushed her hair aside so his lips could find her neck, and he began plying her with kisses. "And just so you know, I have a lot to make up for. In fact, I think it will take me all night."

"All night?" asked Julia, coughing slightly.

"All night and into the morning."

She had already begun to melt into his embrace by the time he retreated, pressing his mouth and tongue eagerly to the curve of her shoulder before letting go.

"While you're getting ready for bed I want you to think about all the ways I'm going to please you."

He traced a single finger across her neckline in promise before releasing her with a provocative wink.

Julia gathered her lingerie from her luggage and disappeared into the bathroom. When she went shopping for something to wear on their wedding night, she had been intimidated. She was unsure what to choose that he hadn't seen before.

In a tiny shop on Newbury Street, she had found exactly what she was looking for-a long Merlot colored silk gown with a low neckline. But its crowning glory was the crisscrossing laces in the back, which plunged to an almost indecent level. She chose the gown knowing that he would delight in undoing her. In more ways than one.

She left her hair up and she swiped at her lips with a hint of sheer gloss before stepping into the black stilettos she'd purchased for their honeymoon. Then she opened the bathroom door.

Gabriel was waiting.

The master bedroom was bathed in candlelight, scented with sandalwood, and Julia could hear soft music playing. It was a different playlist than they'd enjoyed before, but she liked it nonetheless.

He approached her in his white s.h.i.+rt and dress pants, his s.h.i.+rt untucked and unb.u.t.toned almost to his waist, his feet bare. He held his hand out, and she joined him, winding her arms around his back.

"You're exquisite," he whispered, his hands almost trembling as they traced the bareness of skin that peeked through her laces. "I'd almost forgotten how lovely you are by candlelight. Almost, but not quite."

She smiled against his chest.

"May I?" He fingered her pinned up hair, and she nodded.

A lesser man would have taken out the hairpins all at once, if he could have found them, freeing the strands quickly so he could move on to something else. But Gabriel was not a lesser man.

Painstakingly, he combed his long fingers through her hair until he alighted on a hairpin and then he gently undid it, letting down a single curl. He repeated this procedure until Julia's hair fell like waves against her pale shoulders and her body was alive with want.

He cupped her cheeks and looked deeply into her eyes. "Tell me what you desire. The night is yours. I'm yours to command."

"No commandments." Julia tasted his lips twice. "Just show me that you love me."

"Julianne, I love you with all four loves. But tonight is a celebration of eros."

Gabriel plied her bare shoulders with urgent, heated kisses before standing behind her and stroking the exposed skin of her back. "Thank you for your gift."

"My gift?"

"Your body, alluringly wrapped up just for me." He paused as his eyes swept down to her feet. "And your shoes. Surely after such a long day, they must be uncomfortable."

"I hadn't noticed."

He began to toy with the diamonds in her ears. "And why is that?"

"Because all I could think about was making love with you."

"I've thought of almost nothing else for days. For months." Gabriel inhaled sharply and began running his hands up and down her bare arms. "I'm the only man to see you naked in all your glory and to know the sounds you make when you're pleasured. Your body recognizes me, Julianne. It knows my touch."

Beginning at her lower back, he undid the bow, sliding the satin laces painstakingly through his fingers.

"Are you nervous?" Gabriel reached over to lift her chin to the side so he could see her profile.

"It's been a while."

"I'm going to take my time. The-ah-more vigorous activities will come later, after we're sufficiently reacquainted." He pointed his nose in the direction of a blank wall, and Julia felt her skin heat in antic.i.p.ation.

He slowly pulled the laces open until her back was completely exposed. Then he placed the palms of his hands flat against her skin and began to skim them up and down.

"I burn for you. All these months I've waited, waited to take you to bed."

He turned her so she was facing him and without ceremony pushed the straps of her nightgown down her arms. His eyes followed the sighing silk as it slid down her form before dropping to the floor.

She stood before him naked, her hands at her sides.

"Magnificent," he breathed, his hungry eyes appraising every inch of her with painstaking slowness.

Not content to be the center of attention, she began to unb.u.t.ton his s.h.i.+rt. She pushed it off his shoulders and pressed her mouth to his tattoo, nipping and kissing across his pectorals before making short work of his trousers.

Soon he was naked also, and she saw evidence of his arousal. He moved to kiss her, but she stopped him.

With eager fingers she began with his hair and explored his body, paying homage with fingertips and lips. His face, his mouth, his jaw, his shoulders, his sculpted chest and abdominal muscles. His arms and thighs and...

He caught her hand in his before she could wrap it around him, whispering sweet things against her mouth. Words of devotion in Italian that she recognized as coming from Dante's pen. He picked her up and carried her to the large, canopied bed, where he seated her on the edge. Then he knelt on the floor in front of her.

"Where shall I begin?" he asked, his eyes slightly darkened as his hands traveled across her flat stomach and down her thighs. "Tell me."

Julia inhaled quickly and shook her head.

"Shall I start here?" He leaned forward to trace her lips with the barest touch of his tongue.

"Or here?" He caressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s before letting his mouth take over, licking and teasing them. She closed her eyes and gasped at the sensation.

"What about here?" His finger slowly encircled her navel before he fluttered his mouth across her abdomen.

She moaned and tugged at his hair. "All I want is you."

"Then have me."

She kissed him, and he responded by enjoying her mouth slowly, setting a gentle, languorous pace. When he felt her heartbeat quicken, he took her left foot in his hand and began to remove her shoe.

"Don't you want me to wear them?" she asked, looking down at him. "I bought them for tonight."

"Let's save them for later, when we christen the wall." Gabriel's voice was a throaty whisper.

He slowly removed her shoes and spent a few moments ma.s.saging her feet, paying special attention to her arches. Then he pushed her to the center of the bed and reclined beside her.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

He gave her a soft kiss on the lips. "I've waited a long time to hear you say that and to know that you mean it."

"Of course I mean it. The past is behind us."

"Then let's make up for lost time."

Tenderly, he began using his hands to touch and to tease, his movements deliberate but pa.s.sionate. He added his mouth, nipping and sucking to the tune of her sighs. His heart swelled in gladness at her sounds and the way her body writhed from side to side under his touch.

When her hands moved up and down his back urgently, finally coming to rest on his backside, he spread himself atop her, bringing their bodies into perfect alignment.

Staring down at her, he whispered, "Behold, thou art fair, my love; thine eyes are as doves...Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely."

Julia reached up to press their lips together before she responded. "Don't make me wait."

"Are you inviting me inside?"

Julia nodded as a flash of heat raced across the surface of her skin. "My husband."

"My brown-eyed angel."

His tongue played with her mouth as their bodies melted into one another, and soon they were one, their collective sighs m.u.f.fled by teeth and tongues.

Gabriel's rhythm was slow at first, like the patient lapping of waves upon a beach. He wanted this experience to last forever, for in that moment, as he gazed into the wide and loving eyes of his wife, he realized that their previous experiences, exciting as they were, paled in comparison with the sublimity of their current connection.

She was bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. She was his soul mate and his wife, and all he wanted was to bring her joy. He was consumed by his adoration of her.

Julia traced his brows, wrinkled as they were in concentration, his eyes now shut tightly.

"I love that look," she murmured.

"What look?"

"Your eyes closed, your eyebrows furrowed, your lips pressed together-you only look like that when you-come."

He opened his eyes, and she saws sparks in their sapphire depths. "Oh, really, Mrs. Emerson?"

"I've missed that look. It's s.e.xy."

"You flatter me." Gabriel sounded embarra.s.sed.

"I want to have a painting or a photograph of that face."

He frowned playfully. "A picture like that might be too much."