Gabriel lifted Amelie's top, his hand reached her curve, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Ngh!"
A sweet moan escaped her mouth. His lips found hers. The taste of wine lingered between them, and as their tongues entwined, Gabriel's thumb gently brushed over the sensitive area beneath her bralette, eliciting another louder moan from her.
"Ahh, Gabriel," she whispered, her eyes fluttering open just as she felt him shift.
He carefully slipped off her top, lowering his head to press a tender kiss into the hollow between her breasts. Her hand flew to her head, fingers threading through her hair as her back arched instinctively in response to the sensation. His lips trailed downward, brushing soft kisses over her smooth belly.
"Ame, my mate," Gabriel murmured against her skin. "If you want me to stop... now is the time."
But she offered no protest.
