Gabriel's lips trailed slow, heated kisses along her throat, down to the delicate curve of her neck. His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, guiding her even closer, until there was no space left between them.
The phone slipped from Amelie's fingers and landed on the couch, forgotten. Her palm found his chest, steadying herself, only for Gabriel to catch it and gently place it over his shoulder, anchoring her to him.
His lips brushed the soft skin above her collarbone, lingering there with a teasing pause. Then, intentionally, his teeth grazed a sensitive spot just above her collarbone, making her gasp.
A soft cry escaped her lips, and without meaning to, her hips rolled against him, drawing a low groan from his throat.
"Fuck," Gabriel cursed under his breath.
