Gabriel's hand slid back to her thigh, giving it a tender squeeze as his lips continued their slow torment along the curve of her throat.
Her top slipped from one shoulder, baring the mark he had left on her, the shimmering imprint of their bond.
"Why aren't you stopping me?" Gabriel whispered against her ear. His warm breath fanned across her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
Amelie turned her head slightly, her gaze meeting his.
"I… I don't want you to stop," she breathed.
Gabriel pressed soft, showering kisses along her jawline. "Then, when Albus comes to call us for dinner, you'll respond, won't you?" he murmured in a playful tone.
Amelie let out a soft sigh, her fingers grazing his shoulder as she tilted her head back slightly. "You've completely ruined the mood," she muttered, a playful frown tugging at her lips.
