After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 91

AUDREY

Stark's eyes peered at me, waiting for an answer. 

"Whatever plot you are trying to pull right now, I will let it slide, but please, Mr. Stark, just leave." 

I tried to shove his hands off, but he held my face.

"I'm not expecting you'd be hard to please, but at least, let me at least show you the reason why you have to say yes."

I raised my gaze to his handsome face, his eyes blazing. With his hands still grasped around mine, he freed my other hand to brush my lips with his thumb, causing me to gape my mouth open. His hand continued downward, brushing over my shoulders, traveling down the hem of my blouse. Slowly, he slid up his hands into my shirt.

"Hmm, look at you. Just look at you, Audrey," he said breathlessly as his palm reached my breast. I blushed.

My voice drew out a moan as he palmed my breasts that only one man had ever seen, and the situation almost seemed familiar, but yet I felt so exposed.

With a low growl, Gabriel lifted me effortlessly, as if I was a sheet of paper that had no weight. My legs curled around his waist, and I clung to his neck to maintain my balance.

"I even come here for you," he murmured breathlessly against my neck. "I, at least, have to take  half my expectation."

"You… you came here…"

"For you, that's right. After I've known how wet your pussy could get for me once, I ought not to let this go."

"What do you mean—" I stopped. Yes, I remembered. Once. In his office.

His mouth descended towards my neck, and his firm lips caressed a sensuous path underneath my ear. His lips continued to move across my throat, to my chin, and then finally claimed my mouth in a domineering kiss.

It felt like a dream… felt so erotic, yet familiar, like the man knew my body. My first kiss with him in his office—if that's even a kiss—was mind-blowing enough, but the sensation he was giving me now was drowning me. I was being devoured by this man—by Gabriel Stark.

His mouth was hungry, his tongue playing with mine, possessively thrusting into my mouth. He released my other arm from his grip, then I instantaneously pulled him much closer. All I could hear was the sound of our mouths, ignoring everything else around us. I did not mind if Chelsea was at the next door. I grew dizzy from the demanding possessiveness of his mouth. 

I felt too desperate, too overwhelmed.

Gently, Stark brought me back to the floor and pulled my shirt over my head. He mumbled something in my ear as he did, but I couldn't understand it. One hand fondled my breasts. I was still wearing a bra, yet his touch penetrated through the fabric, leaving tingling traces over my skin. 

"Your reactions are going to be the death of me. I barely even do anything," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

My head was still spinning, gathering my thoughts altogether, Gabriel stopped abruptly as we heard a phone ringing, and it wasn't my ringtone. My eyes were still tightly shut, too dazed from what had just happened. 

Gabriel cursed impatiently as he moved away from me and answered the call. As he eased his body away from me, I felt suddenly cold without the presence of his warmth pressed against me.

I sat up as my glowing haze of orgasm began to slowly fade. I glanced down at my exposed torso, quickly covered myself, and then sat on the couch. My skin was still sensitive from his touch. 

Gabriel's call ended, and I wondered what I must look like. My hair was probably a mess, and my face was awfully flushed. The only thing that helped me retain my composure was the sight of Gabriel's broad physique towering over me. His hair was unruly, and he appeared to have lost himself, too.

He moved towards me, but only to snatch my shirt from the floor and hand it to me.

"It's Coulson. I need to call him back," he muttered harshly, and then he stormed out of the room without a moment of hesitation.

My mouth parted wide open, completely shocked at what just happened. His expression suddenly changed in just a few short minutes. My body had still been on fire, burning up inside for his touch and at the same time confused. I began to question myself. What the hell had happened?

"Oh, God," I uttered. I curled myself into one piece, then wrapped my arms around my legs, resting my chin above my knees to steady myself. 

Damn, Coulson Stark. Just why did you have to call at this time of night?