"You will not touch me unless I ask you," Amelie whispered, her fingers threading through his silken hair, holding his head firmly in place. Her gaze was fierce despite the tremor of desire in her voice. "If you do… we stop."
Gabriel's violet eyes darkened with amusement, his lips curving into a wicked smirk. "And what exactly are you planning to do, little Mate? Fine, I'll keep my hands off. But hear me, Amelie… if you stop, I'll be the one taking charge. And when I do, I'll fuck you until you can't even speak my name." His voice dropped, husky, daring her to defy him.
"I won't lose against you," she retorted, her eyes shone a strange blue, a color Gabriel had never witnessed before.
Before he could reply, her lips crashed against his for another passionate kiss. Her hands roamed over his chest, tracing the sculpted ridges of muscle, memorizing them. Their tongues tangled in a battle for dominance. The kiss was so consuming it left them both breathless.
