{ He looked at her
the way she needed to be looked at
like the whole world could crumble
and he wouldn't blink. ~ Atticus }
Esme rolled to the side, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to calm her ragged breathing. So far, she hadn't passed out but was extremely close to it. It was only because she fell back onto the bed that Gabriel stopped his addictively pleasurable onslaught.
Lowering her eyes, she looked out the window and saw the first signs of dawn on the horizon. The first rays of the sun pierced across the streets breaking out the purple hues of the sky into bloody orange and pink clouds.
Had they really been sleeping together for nine hours? Her eyes widened in shock, but her aching limbs and flashbacks to the 20+ positions they'd done proposed it was indeed true. Gabriel really did teach her a thing or two; she sighed in content wanting and opposing to doing it again.