Stolen by a Sinner (Sinners #3)(61)

I reach across and take hold of her hand. “I haven’t given you your gift yet.”

She pats my hand. “I can’t wait to see it.”

“Sit still,” Nisa chastises me. “I almost drew a line of mascara over your face.”

When I don’t look like a clown anymore, I finally get to stand up. I shrug the shawl off, saying, “Thank you for lending it to me, but I no longer need it.”

A proud smile spreads over Nisa’s face, then she nods and throws the fabric on my bed. “Let’s dance.” She does a little two-step as she walks to the door, making Alya Hanim and I laugh.

When we walk back into the entertainment hall, music is playing. Gabriel is standing with Emre, Murat, and the other guards. There’s no sign of Gabriel’s Aunt and cousins.

“I hope the three of you are ready to dance the night away,” Emre teases.

Before Gabriel can take a step in my direction, Emre swoops me into his arms and spins me away from everyone.

“You want to die tonight,” Gabriel calls after us.

Laughter breaks out around us, but I’m too focused on not tripping over my feet. It’s not the same as dancing with Gabriel, and I keep looking down.

Emre steers us in a wide circle, and when we’re about to pass the group, Gabriel’s arm wraps around my waist, and I’m tugged away from Emre.

“Mine,” he growls playfully before pressing a kiss beneath my ear.

Emre wags his eyebrows at Nisa. “Come on, gorgeous, let me take you for a spin.”

She mutters a string of Turkish words but happily moves into Emre’s arms.

I watch them with a huge smile, wrapping my arms over Gabriel’s as I lean back against his solid chest.

Emre wasn’t lying when he said we’d dance the night away. I take off my heels so my feet will stop aching because I’m having too much fun to stop now.

At some point, even I get a chance to dance with Nisa. We’re all stumbling feet and chuckles, but I’ve never had so much fun.

When it gets late, everyone says goodnight. Gabriel takes a firm hold of my hand and leads me to his bedroom. Once he’s shut the door behind us, he pulls me into his arms and starts to sway.

“Did you have fun?”

“Yes, it was amazing,” I murmur as I rest my cheek against his chest.

“Are you tired?”

“A little,” I admit.

Gabriel lets go, lowering his hands to my sides.

“There’s something I want from you.”

“What?”

“Your virginity.”

Oh.

Instantly my stomach starts to spin with nerves.

“Unless you’re not ready. I want you to give it to me out of your own free will. Don’t feel forced.”

“I’ll give you anything you want,” I admit.

His hands move up my body until he reaches my shoulders. “It’s going to hurt, Lara, but I promise, this will be the only time I’ll hurt you.”

My heart beats faster, not because of the impending pain, but because of his words.

“I trust you.” I take a step closer to him. “My body is yours, Gabriel.”

“And your soul?”

I nod.

His voice lowers as he asks, “And your heart?”

I don’t think there are words to explain how I feel. Gabriel is literally my life. When he shot me, he could’ve left me to die, but he didn’t. He saved my life and gave me everything I could ever dream of having.

Slowly, I nod.

His body slams into mine, his mouth claiming me with a fierce kiss. He pulls the dress' straps down my shoulders and lets the fabric fall to pool around my feet.

Within seconds the man has me naked while he’s still fully dressed.

I do my best to return the kiss while trying to loosen his tie. Suddenly I’m airborne and tossed onto the bed. I bounce once, then watch as Gabriel yanks the tie from his neck.

His features are tight with need, his eyes twin flames of unadulterated lust, making intense anticipation spin in my stomach.

My eyes are glued to his body as he undresses. I feast on the sight of his muscled chest, the lines carved into his abs, then he drops his pants.

Holy mother of God. That’s going to hurt a lot.

For the first time, I stare at that part of a man, thinking it looks angry and beautiful.

Gabriel places his knee on the mattress, and taking hold of my legs, he pushes them open. “Grab hold of the covers, baby. You’re going to need the support.”

I fist the covers in my hands and don’t know if I should feel self-conscious or turned on as he moves in between my legs and presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh.

He drags his nose through the strip of curls, then his tongue lashes at my clit.

I gasp, the pleasurable sensation of his tongue lapping at the sensitive bundle of nerves, unlike anything I’ve felt before.

My fingers tighten in the covers, and when his teeth scrape over me, my butt lifts off the bed, and I let out a moan.

Oh my God, that feels so good.

Gabriel starts to devour my clit, every couple of seconds, thrusting his tongue inside me. Within minutes my abdomen tightens, and my body begins to quiver.

“Gabriel,” I whimper, desperately waiting for his command.

Moving up my body, he pushes a finger inside me, then growls, “Come, baby.” He keeps fingering me, his palm massaging me.