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Wrong |Gabriel + Margeaux|
“It is,” she whispered softly. If she could breathe, she was sure that she would lose that breath in this moment. “If not more so. It’s the anticipation. The adrenaline.” She smiled softly at him and ran her tongue across her lips gently. She stepped closer to him, but still didn’t quite touch him. She just leaned into the touch of his hand, and closed her eyes. “I can envision it,” she told him with a grin. “I can imagine what it feels like. But, something tells me that the real thing is so much better.”
Gabriel couldn’t help but to let out on his face the deepest smirk he had in store for her. In fact, he watched her as her eyes were closed and she was just leaning in that anticipation with such intensity. It was amazing. He didn’t move at all. The want for her kisses was filling his lungs and all of his body, but he dominated his instincts. Instead, he enjoyed that quick move of her tongue licking her lips, wetting them, making them as a moist, impossible to resist, forbidden fruit. He leaned down and the tip of his noise rubbed against hers, inhaling her scent, mere millimetres between their lips. “I have the feeling you are quite right about that, beautiful.” He whispered.















