Calleigh had been smiling at him, but now she felt suddenly shy and kinda frightened. She put her hand to her hair, which yesterday had hung past her breasts and was now touching slightly her collarbone.
“What?! What it looks like? I just had cut my hair. I felt it was time to make some changes about myself, about my image. So, I decided to start with my hair… These romantic waves caught my eye in a magazine and… here’s the result! A new wonderful haircut.”
“I can see that…”
“So, since it’s so obvious, why are you so mad about it? Was I supposed to ask for your permission?” she retorted pertly, squaring her shoulders. “Come on, Gabriel! Get used to it! It’s not like I cut an arm or something. It will grow back.”
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Gabriel looked just like the dark pirate she’d imagined, the one who’d come to plunder the medieval city, to take what he wanted and burn the rest. Calleigh blinked. How had she come up with such a brutal, cruel image? Where had that come from?“I saw you coming down those stairs in a long red dress… Such a powerful, wonderful vision. Pure perfection,” he said softly. “You were on the arm of my greatest business rival, but I knew at once that I would take you away from him. He had no chance against my determination to have you as part of my life.” Slowly, he walked up the stairs toward her.“I had to have all to myself. I would have taken you from the devil himself.” As Gabriel came up the stairs toward her, Calleigh was unable to move. Un
Kissing Calleigh was like falling into the darkest, deepest hole. It was like going straight to hell. It was fire. Sheer fire running through him. His blood was boiling in his veins, hot like a volcano’s lava. Gabriel placed his hand on the back of her head, his fingers twining in her beautiful hair, as he deepened the kiss. For months, he’d constantly hated and wanted Calleigh in equal measures. All he wanted was to have her once again before destroying her. He hungered for her, for her gorgeous body, for her sweet, plump lips. Was that why finally kissing her now overwhelmed his senses more than ever before? It wasn’t just desire that had changed the kiss, Gabriel realized. It was Calleigh herself. The kiss was different because the woman he was kissing was different. &nb
Gabriel looked at her and kissed her forehead.“Yes, querida, we’re getting married today and are going to leave happily ever after,” he confirmed quite plainly. “And we have additional good news, hermano… We’re having a baby.”“Oh…” Lorenzo said, then. “Oh… okay… Now I see…” He cleared his throat, then suddenly smiled, as if it all made sense now.“Such great news… Congratulations to you both,” he replied giving Gabriel a pack on his shoulder and smiling at the future mother.“Thanks, Lory,” Gabriel added and took Calleigh's hand in his. “We need to go now, but let’s meet soon and talk some more… Bring Phoebs too.”“Let’s talk some more at my house, on Ravaiarina Island. W
From the moment Gabriel saw her in the wedding dress, so lovely and sweet with her shy, happy smile, an earthquake went through his soul. Calleigh wore a simple, modest cream-colored wedding dress, with her dark hair beneath a light veil, and she held flame-colored roses in her unmanicured hands. There was no pretense about her. Just beauty… and innocence. In the brief kiss, he gave her after they were pronounced husband and wife, his soul trembled within his body. Gabriel knew he was on a razor’s edge of seducing this beautiful woman, whose fire had once burned him so badly, but who now seemed to shine like the first spring sun after a long, gray winter. His throat choked as he pulled away from the brief kiss. Calleigh, his lying ex-mistress, his hated enemy, was now his wife. Her big blue eye
After the plane door opened and they came down the stairs, Calleigh took a deep breath. Malaga was already a magical show at night, but they had to go to Marbella by car. Gabriel’s staff and various bodyguards were waiting for him on the tarmac, along with two cars to whisk their entourage towards Marbella. They were swiftly and seamlessly escorted through customs. Within minutes, Calleigh was seated next to her husband in the back of a black limo as the chauffeur drove them to their final destination. Calleigh stared at him until Gabriel finally looked at her.“What? What is it?” he exclaimed quite bothered.“I was wondering why are you acting like this?” she asked quietly.“Like what?” Gabriel demanded.“Like a complete jackass.”&n
It wasn’t enough… Calleigh’s heart had to be broken even more… He’d been too gentle with her, Gabriel thought grimly. As he sat next to Calleigh on the short drive toward 'Nikki Beach', a very exclusive club, he ignored her angry, shallow huffs of breath beside him. He’d been tempted to tell her everything in the penthouse, but Gabriel had held back for the sake of his child in her belly. For fear the shock would cause a miscarriage. Which was a ridiculous idea, Gabriel thought now, grinding his teeth. Calleigh Swanson was too strong for that. His ex-mistress… His wife was as hard as steel. She was a force of nature. Ridiculous to worry about an emotional shock causing injury to their unborn child, when the Calleigh he’d known had no feelings whatsoever! But in due ti
With a gasp, a nearby waiter turned and scurried to grab a broom. Thalía was suddenly standing next to him. She held out a small towel. Gabriel took it.“Gracias. (Spa for ‘thank you’)”“Gabri, you’re wasting your time with her,” Thalía said quietly, nodding toward Calleigh. “You’re going to get hurt, you know that.”“You’re wrong.” Gabriel wiped the blood off his hand with the towel. The cuts were superficial.“She can’t hurt me.” While saying it, Gabriel knew he was lying. Calleigh had cut him to the bone long ago. But, his lust for her cut far deeper than any blade. Gabriel watched her across the room, dancing with her eyes closed, her arms swaying over her head. Like ev
As Gabriel felt her body tighten, he knew he couldn’t last. Touching Calleigh was pure heaven. Her skin was even softer than he remembered. She tasted sweet, so incredibly sweet. The very first time he slid inside her, he nearly lost control. With every thick thrust, he watched her full breasts sway from the force of his possession, and he gasped out each breath. How long had he wanted her? How had he denied himself for so long? With each slow thrust inside her, Gabriel shattered a little more, until he was coming apart like a castle of cards in front of the sea breeze. His whole body shook with the agony of holding himself back when all he wanted to do was bury himself in her completely, to lose himself in the ecstasy of making love to his Calleigh.