GABRIELLE

I deserve this, after so many centuries of doing nothing and being imprisoned inside a damn statue.

I grab the edge of the bathtub, feeling around with my hands and clinging to it, moving completely backward.

A sensual sigh escapes his lips when I practically sit on his cock, feeling it tremble against my ass.

I love the way his body responds to mine, even though I know I’m at my worst.

He wastes no time rubbing my front; I notice he's careful with my arms—they seem to have been the most affected—and the area of my chest, just above my breasts.

I'm grateful I was wearing the dress made from the blood of the Selenias, which protected me from the explosion.

“Wait, lycan…” I grab his hand as it begins to move down my stomach while the other lazily caresses the areola of my breast, which hardens, begging for his attention.

“Do you really want me to stop?” His heavy breath falls against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

His rough, sexy words invade my ear, and I’m completel