After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 101

AUDREY

Gabriel's place was just as grandiose as he was. We first took an elevator towards his penthouse on Fifth Avenue. The space was cultured with full grey & white veins in the Italian marble floors, a living room by the great floor-to-ceiling windows that peered across the beautiful view of Central Park. 

His home was beautiful like the man himself. His private space was warm and extravagant, and walls were filled with gorgeous paintings of abstraction and landscapes but were never exaggerated. I understood his fascination with the arts. The tension inside me had become palpable. We'd been together alone for hours, but I was even more nervous now.

"Your house is amazing…" I praised softly as if being in his home was a privilege. This was another glance at Gabriel's private life.

He pulled me to him and sandwiched me against his arms. "I've imagined this moment, Audrey," he said softly. "I've pictured you standing on my floor, and here you are. I can't wait to have you tonight."

Oh, how I needed to be held like this. Gabriel had become the man I didn't expect him to be. He always seemed like a hard-to-please and demanding man, but I didn't realize he could also be gentle.

I shoved my hands at his broad back, admiring its hardness. Gabriel rested his chin over my shoulder. "Let me take you to my bedroom."

I inhaled deeply. "Right now?"

He hummed. "Don't worry. We won't do anything you don't like. Come."

I cleared my throat. "I need a shower."

"I'll show you." He grasped my hand and led me to the living room up a hall to his bedroom. 

"Nice. Really nice…" I said breathlessly when he showed me the open space room sweeping between glass windows. The bedroom bore a massive white sleigh bed in the middle, touched with soft cream linens, yet the floor was still accented with masculine preference, just perfect for a magnificent man. It was so tranquil but calling for attention. 

"Here's the bathroom." He referred to the walnut door. "There's towels, a toothbrush, body wash, shampoo… everything you might need inside, but tell me if there's something else you want."

"Wow, Stark. Just wow," I breathed. He seemed so used to this kind of preparation. I wondered how many of his flings he brought here.

"What?" 

"Nothing. Thank you." I smiled. 

The bathroom turned out to be lavish and spacious like the house. Also, it had a double vanity, steam shower, and, lastly, a clawfoot bathtub.

Damn, Stark. He definitely lived a luxurious life in Manhattan—the place I always dreamt of going. Now, here I was, experiencing more than I deserve with him. He might've thought that I wanted to bathe in the tub, because he had already filled it with milk, water, and daffodil petals. 

I soaked my body in the tempting aroma of the water, and I suddenly felt relaxed, humming as the milk water coated my body. Gabriel knocked on the door a few minutes later. I dipped my body up to my neck, hiding my parts underneath.

"Gabriel, wait!"

He pushed the door open but stopped at the entrance and leaned onto the frames. 

"How do you like it?"

I smiled in delight. "I like it very much. Thank you."

His eyes peered at me. I immediately felt bashful, knowing that I was utterly undressed. 

"You're so tempting like this, I might not be able to stop myself," he stated in a soft hush. "But I will take what I can."

Gabriel eventually stepped into the bathroom and pulled his shirt over his head as he walked close to me.

Oh my God.

I'd always expected extraordinary things with Gabriel, but he was beyond that. I held my breath as my eyes drifted over his bare torso. Goddammit, this man had it all. His body was sculptured by a sculptor with his perfect planes and muscle cuts. He had deep lines on his stomach, his ample chest, and shoulders that flattered his figure. He was radiating with sultry presence. The milk water was cool but not enough to ease my rising temperature.

Using both hands, Gabriel commanded the rhythm, massaging me to the point of already losing myself while his erection grew between my legs. I opened my eyes to see his face, and he possessed me with his stare. 

Unable to notice my own body, my legs stiffened, and then there's this building pleasure in my womb. I came hard. I let out an unexpected groan, a sound of feral ecstasy.

"Sweet, angel." He smiled in victory. "How easy it is to make you come." 

He wrapped his arms around me, crushing me against him as I collapsed on his shoulder, and my face on the curve of his neck. He felt so bare and his skin so warm against me. 

We stayed like that for a long time, holding each other while he's caressing my body with his expert hands. Then he gently lifted my face and kissed me softly. 

"I can't get enough of you, Audrey."

"Me too." I smiled.

He chuckled. "Feeling better?"

I giggled. "I feel good."

He brushed his thumb on my cheek. "And we still have more time. Come, let's finish your bath, and I'll take you to bed. I need to learn more about your body."

 "More, but aren't we going to talk first?"

He smirked sexily. "Is that what you want? Just talking?"

I felt my cheeks turning into crimson. I shook my head. 

"Oh, angel, you look so beautiful when you blush." He kissed my mouth softly. "The night is young, and we're just getting started."