ANSEL’s POV

His tongue slipped out of me too soon. I gasped, a pathetic sound clawing out of my throat, because my body had been right at the edge. I twisted my hips, trying to chase his mouth back, but Gael gripped me hard and lifted me clean off the sofa.

My legs dangled in the air, my wetness still wet between my thighs, and all I could do was clutch at his shoulders as he carried me toward the bedroom.

“Wait—Gael—” My voice cracked, half protest, half need.

He didn’t answer. He kicked the door open with his foot, dumped me onto his bed, and climbed over me before...