Gabriel's POV

I told myself it was a moment of weakness.

One catastrophic lapse in judgment that I could pray my way through, that I could bury deep enough that it would eventually fade into nothing more than a shameful memory. I'd broken my vows once—spectacularly, blasphemously—but that didn't mean I had to break them again.

Except I couldn't stop thinking about her.

About the way Elena had looked at me with those dark eyes full of want and defiance. About the sounds she'd made when I was inside her, the way her body had felt pressed against mine, the taste of her mouth, the smell of her perfume mixed...