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His demeanor has changed, somehow, he’s gone from hunter to something softer, more in 

tune. 

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…” 

His lips linger over mine and my feet start to float from the floor. 

“Tomorrow, you’re leaving me forever.” 

My hands rise to his face, don’t even say that. I can’t bear the thought of never seeing him 

again. 

“Can’t we just spend the night together to say goodbye properly?” he murmurs against my 

lips. 

Oh… 

His kiss deepens. “I’ve wanted you for so many years, Violet. Give me one night. It’s all I ask.” 

“I can’t deal with this alpha bullshit, Gabriel,” I whisper, our foreheads touching. 

There’s a tenderness between us, the one we have when we are alone in the mornings at 

work, before the world gets in the way. 

He kisses me softly. “It’s who I am, Violet.” 

“It’s not,” I whisper. “You’re in there somewhere, I know you are.” We kiss softly. “Show me 

the man I care about, it’s him that I want.” 

He frowns as he kisses me as if internally torn, then he bends and in one sharp movement picks me up, and with his lips locked on mine, he carries me up the hallway to a large bedroom. He walks into the bathroom and carefully puts me down and turns the shower on. 

When he turns back toward me, the air is electric. 

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Finally, he’s here. 

This is him, the man that I want. 

His gaze is fixed on his hands as he slowly undoes my dress, it falls open and he takes it over my shoulders and throws it to the side, his eyes linger over my body. 

“Your skin,” he breathes. “It’s perfect, so peaches and cream.” 

He bends and kisses me softly on the chest. “I’ve wanted you for so long, 

Violet. I can hardly believe you are here with me, my love.” My love. 

My heart somersaults in my chest at his tenderness. 

He slides my panties down my legs, his lips follow his hands as he drops to his knees in 

front of me. 

I have an out–of–body experience and it feels like I’m watching us from way up above. Him kneeling before me, my heart beating out of my chest. 

And the alarm bells scream all around me. Like a car crash waiting to happen. 

This is bad. 

Gabriel being tender and loving is a new level of dangerous. 

Because unlike the alphahole that I love to hate, this version of him is… 

He takes my bra off while we kiss and then undoes the buttons on his shirt. I take it off over his shoulders and am blessed with the sight of his broad muscular chest with a scattering of dark hair. I unzip his pants and he steps out of them and I slowly slide down his briefs. His large, engorged dick springs free and I bend and softly kiss him there. 

Oh… Physically, he’s a beautiful man, in every way. 

This is weird, I know we’ve already done it. 

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But it feels like the first time. 

He pulls me into the shower, soaps up his hands and carefully washes my body, up over my back, down my stomach and between my legs. 

The feeling of his big hands, along with the hot water, is so good, and for the first time 

tonight, I feel the adrenaline slowly begin to leave my body. 

We kiss, long and slow. Like we have all the time in the world and damn it, why isn’t he like this all the time? A little voice from deep in my psyche says something stupid. 

He’s been saving it for you. 

We stay in the shower for a long time, our hands roaming over each other’s bodies. Exploring all the things we wondered about. 

I look up at him and can hardly believe what I’m seeing, his dark hair hangs over his face, beautiful big brown eyes look down at me and the water is beading on his skin. “Bed,” he 

mouths. 

“I want you,” I whisper. “God, how I want you.” 

He smiles, his first genuine smile of the night, and it sends my heart freefalling from my 

chest. 

“Not half as much as I want you.” He dries us both and leads me into his bedroom and lays me down on the bed, he spreads my legs and lies beside me. We kiss as his fingers slide through my wet flesh. “You’re so fucking creamy,” he whispers. “Waiting for my cock.” 

I smile into his mouth as we kiss. My hand finds his dick, it’s rock hard and pre–ejaculate is dripping from the end. 

I can’t wait any longer. 

“Now,” I whimper as he rolls over me. He nudges my opening as he stares at me, a beautiful warm glow growing between us, and it’s too much. 

He’s too intense, my heart can’t take it. 

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Fucking hard on his desk was a lot safer than this, whatever this is. 

He slides home in one deep movement, and I cry out as my body ripples around him. 

“Fuck…Violet.” He moans as if pained. “So. Fucking. Good.” We hardly move, kissing and 

taking our time, and fuck. 

This is next level.