A/N: NSFW warning—this is pretty much a lemon. Sorry for the wait, you guys. It took me four tries to write this chapter. Thanks for your patience! And sorry for typos in advance!

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Gabriel's anger was palpable. His sneer long gone, you realized it was all a façade to mask his pain.

The alcohol on his breath gave him away when he closed the distance between you.

Unflinchingly, you let him draw near. You wanted to quell his misgivings, to embrace him and insist that everything would work out. But your voice caught in your throat the instant his lips brushed yours. Having expected a kiss, you gasped in alarm when he grabbed the neckline of your paper gown and tore the flimsy article straight down the middle. You realized that his intentions continued to be malicious, that he planned on forcefully taking you. "Gabe! Stop!"

He didn't listen. Despite your struggles, his hand grazed your body, his lips sought yours. He'd woven his fingers through your hair, grasping a fistful and pulling so that he'd have fuller access to your mouth. He ignored your protests, covering your lips, your cheeks, your throat with searing kisses. Gabriel pulled you against him, crushing you against his unyielding form as he reveled in the feel of your breasts against his chest.

And moments into his coercion... you gave into your own mounting desire for him. It had been far too long since you felt his touch. Head spinning, you moaned in response to his rousing caress—the way he so expertly moved his mouth over every inch of your skin, your breasts, leaving your sensitized nipples wet with saliva, your skin covered with wine-red marks, your pussy throbbing with need.

In his urgency, his lips crashed against yours again, his tongue darting greedily into your mouth. He didn't care that you'd betrayed him. The alcohol was doing wonders in suppressing that pain. His influenced mind was set on one thing—and that was to bury himself inside you, to fuck the anger away. All he could envision was thrusting into you, feeling your wet heat around him, milking him...

You stifled a cry when Gabriel's hand closed over your arm in his impetuous state of mind, and you squeezed your eyes shut. But he grew clearheaded the instant he realized he'd caused you pain. Drawing back, he felt the blood beneath his ungloved fingers, and his dark eyes smoldered with fury. Gritting his teeth, he learned to ignore the ache surging through his loins. "Who did this to you?"

Confusion marked your features as you looked up at your fiancé. You felt his evil streak dissipate. The heat in his gaze abated, mixed with cool calculation. When you didn't answer his question right away, he undid the makeshift bandage and saw the oozing puncture wounds. "Was it O'Deorain?" His handsome mouth twisted into a scowl.

The realization that he could never see you hurt sank in—he could try to be menacing all he wanted. But his love for you incapacitated him beyond reason, in spite of the bitterness he felt. And you realized it, too.

Without answering him, you clasped a hand to the nape of his neck and pulled him close. "Shut up and kiss me." Your demand was soft as your silken lips brushed against his in a slow, torturous fashion.

His eyes turned hard and hungry in response. The way you felt in his arms was so yielding, so vulnerable. Perversely, it made him want to protect and ravish you at the same time. Gabriel pressed his lips to yours and you felt his desperation in the contact.

His fingers curled at the base of your skull, angling your head the way he wanted it. His other hand at your waist, his fingers were digging into your flesh. When you looked up at him, the lust in his eyes was so intense, your lips parted in awe.

Gabriel was breathing harder. Never in his life had he hungered for a woman like this. And the way your body was responding, each time your muscles tightened, each pleased whimper that escaped you ...it all fed his passion.

Without warning, he let you go and moved several paces back—effectively distancing himself from you.

"Where are you going?" A shiver ran through you. Suddenly, you felt cold without his body pressed against yours. You took a step towards him, but he gave a sharp reprimand.

"Don't come any closer!" A feral tone in his voice, Gabriel turned his back to you. "I'm trying my damnedest to not pin you against that wall and fuck you until you scream."

When he didn't hear your response, he turned to look at you. For a fleeting moment, he doubted what he'd seen in your eyes—a transient flash of red your irises produced. When he blinked, your eyes had reverted to their normal color. He must've been imagining it.

And another thing he couldn't ignore was your stark nudity. You'd discarded the suit jacket that had barely clung to your shoulders, and the destroyed remnants of your gown. Standing before him, completely nude, you beckoned him to you with a small smile Gabriel perceived to be intensely erotic.

He saw the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the delicately erect nipples—pert and inviting. He'd detached from reality, imagining you beneath him, wildly aroused and receptive to his touch. His hardened cock twitched painfully beneath the fabric of his trousers, snapping him back into the present moment.

No! He shouldn't give into his desires. Not after knowing what he knew, after learning of the life inside of you—something he couldn't possibly ever give you. The resentment welled up in his chest, and he forced his eyes back up to your face.

"Come here," You commanded, your hands clenched into fists at your sides.

"Jack not giving it to you good enough?" The bitterness in his voice was thick.

"Let's stop right there for a second," You felt indignant, your lips curling into a frown. "Where did you ever get the idea that Jack and I slept together?"

"You're still denying it?!" Gabriel's voice rose in volume. "How else could you have gotten pregnant?"

"This is your child I'm carrying, you idiot," your voice grew louder in turn. "I'm pregnant with your baby!"

Did he hear that right?

His expression softened, the rage morphing into shock. "That's... not possible, is it?" Your fiancé approached you, the hesitation pronounced in his movements. "How?"

"If you don't believe me, ask Angela," You peered up into his dark depths, wanting to dispel his confusion altogether. "I- -"

He cut you off, his lips covered yours in a long, tender kiss. Your mind grew foggy again, and you squirmed helplessly as his larger form settled against you. Through the fabric of his pants, you felt his hard erection—pressing into the lower curve of your belly, and all rational thought vacated your mind.

With sudden ease, Gabriel lifted you in his powerful arms. His grip on your bottom tightened when he heard your breath hitch. Despite being completely suspended with your feet high above the ground, you felt utterly secure in his arms.

Gabriel broke the kiss, looking into your eyes with a heavy gaze as he rested his forehead against yours.

"What are you doing?" You managed breathlessly.

"I'm going to fuck you, nice and hard." He promised. "But first, I want to savor the happiest moment of my life."

You swallowed, the coils in your lower belly tightening. Putting your arousal at bay, you sought to clarify his words. "The happiest moment of your life?"

"The girl of my dreams just told me I'm going to be a dad." The handsome smile on his face struck you to your core, and you would've thrown your arms around him and hugged him until your entire form ached if you could.

You bit your lip, your heart wrenching upon his confession.

What about that time I tried to take advantage of Jack? Your conscience posed the uneasy question. I need to clear that up now.

Finding the resolve to tell Gabriel was the furthest thing from easy. Especially when he held you so intimately close, with your nudity spread before him.

"Gabe, I--"

He cut you off again with a kiss. And this time, his hand made quick work of his pants and his erection was freed.

When his lips trailed down to your neck, your mind went blank once again. He began to pleasure your breasts in earnest, teeth scraping against your burning skin, lips sucking and nipping. He knew how to pleasure you, and he fully used that knowledge to drive you out of your mind.

You moaned helplessly, feeling your body going limp in his arms as you surrendered to whatever he wanted to do to you. One of your moans became a muffled cry when he began to explore your dripping sex. His thumb strummed your clit as a long finger slid deep, stroking, reaching that sensitive spot inside you.

For several long delicious moments, he played with you—manipulating your body expertly, bringing you the pleasure you were starved of in his absence. His mouth kept occupied on your breasts, his fingers delved into you, stretching, stroking as they kindled a delightful pressure—first one, then two.

It wasn't until you were half-mad with need that Gabriel gave into his own desperation for you. With his erection surging, jutting freely towards your dripping sex, he lifted you and settled you over the straining head of his cock. Slowly, deliberately, he lowered you as his hips rolled upwards—impaling you by delightful increments on his thick shaft.

You rested your head on his shoulder, breathless at the sensation of slowly being invaded. "...God you feel so good," you gasped into his ear, and brought your arms over his shoulders. Your fingers grasped fistfuls of his coat fabric, your legs tightening around his pelvis.

He yielded to your silent demand, ramming in to the hilt.

A scream of startled delight escaped you, and you were overwhelmed, trembling with the ambivalence of pleasure and pain. Your arms gripped him with surprising strength, matching the clasping wetness of your hot cunt.

You urged him on, pleading wordlessly, and Gabriel acquiesced. He gave you both exactly what you needed—long, plunging strokes that ground you against the wall and reduced his sanity to nil. The pleasure coiled around you tighter and tighter, forced to compress with each impact of his body on yours.

Until you convulsed in his arms, your orgasm claiming you ruthlessly. You cried out hoarsely, toes curling against the balls of your feet as Gabriel slammed against you with one last ferocious drive. His orgasm claimed him just as mercilessly. He relished your clenching heat around his pulsating cock as he came deeply, unapologetically inside you.

"I love you," He professed between breathless pants. "Nothing will ever change that."

Slowly he set you down, unwittingly grasping your wounded arm. It was when he felt the dried rivulets of blood did he withdraw his touch. "Shit, sorry! Are you..." His words trailed off when he met your lustful gaze.

"[Y/N]," He almost sounded fearful. "Your eyes..."

The descent from your orgasmic high came rapidly when you noticed the apprehension on your beloved's features.

"They're... red."