On the piano

Gabriel thrust into her hard, holding her hips down as he watched her eyes widen from the excruciating bliss he caused her. It was almost like he was adding to his point. Well, he could have anything he desired of her; she was his.

"Yes, you are mine," He whispered into her ear, making her shiver. Esme looked down into his eyes, captivated by them as her fingers threaded through his hair, and he started to thrust into her teasingly slowly. Esme met his thrusts with her own; she could feel his heart beating in sync with hers along with their breathing.