“Gabriel’s Redemption” Deleted Scene

Dear Everyone,

The following is a deleted scene from “Gabriel’s Redemption” that recounts a flashback. Originally, I had posted this scene to the Bookish Temptations website back in 2013, but since the site is no longer active, I’ve decided to repost it here.

“A Deleted Scene (flashback) from The Gabriel Series by Sylvain Reynard “

‘In Gabriel’s mind he could see Julia in his apartment in Toronto, walking toward the ensuite in the master bedroom.  He caught her wrist and wordlessly brought her to the bed.

He kissed her softly as he began to undress her, his blue eyes glowing with worship and need.  He took his time, adoring her neck and naked shoulders, his lips fluttering across the surface of her skin.

Of course he’d worship her beautiful back – the curves and creamy skin inviting his hands and his tongue.  Her elegant neck begging for his attention.

A photograph couldn’t do justice to her beauty. He’d have to hire an artist. But what painter would he trust with the most precious gift he’d ever received?

Gabriel reclined on the bed and pulled her astride him, gazing up at her with an expression of wonder and desire.  

She moved her hips to taunt him a little, closing her eyes as she did so. Gabriel reached up to cover her breasts, lifting and caressing them.

After a few moments, he moved her to her back and knelt between her legs. 

She sighed in satisfaction as he entered her, pulling him so that their chests were pressed tightly together.

Gabriel liked her on top but he also enjoyed her beneath him – a soft place to land and to love. In a world that was frequently cold and cruel, everyone needed a soft place to land.

A few more kisses and he paused to stare down at her intensely, his blue eyes dark and his brow furrowed. 

“Gabriel?”  

He closed his eyes minutely and shook his head. 

Julia reached up light fingers to attempt to smooth the wrinkles from his forehead.

“What’s wrong?”  

He opened his eyes, staring as if she were the first woman he’d ever seen. 

“You’re my graven image.  My idol.  And I can’t live without you.”

A slow smile spread across her perfect lips.

“You won’t have to,” she murmured.  “I love you, Gabriel.” 

He held her gaze as he began to move, their bodies synchronized.  His mouth hung open as he groaned above her.

It would be easy, oh, so easy to close his eyes and take his pleasure, without remarking how he was affecting her, or ensuring that she receive satisfaction first.  Whereas before, with other women, his manly pride had prevented him from being a selfish, insensitive lover, now over his body love held sway.

He loved her. He adored her. He’d do anything for her.

Despite his own temptation, what he wanted most was to see her mad with want and then to watch that want be sated, knowing that he had done it. That he had the power, the incredible primordial power, to satisfying the longings of her body and perhaps her soul.

Was it blasphemous?

Of course.  Gabriel knew the pleasures of the body were meant to be a foretaste of divine union.   Although he despaired of ever entering Paradise once his earthly life had ended, he agreed that the absolute fulfillment of the soul would be greater than any fulfillment of the body.

Such thoughts enabled him to maintain his self-control while his beloved Julianne watched him with eyes filled with love.

“I need you,” he rasped, as his movements increased to a fevered pitch. 

Julia’s response was lost in a series of cries as they orgasmed one after the other.

“Thank you.” She pressed a kiss to the side of his face as he buried his nose in the crook of her shoulder.  “I never tire of being close to you. Of loving you this way. You’re so good to me.”

He mumbled an answer but Julia didn’t press him to be explicit. He’d already told her how he felt and the message was overwhelming.

“I’ll love you forever,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around him and holding him as if she would not let go.’

Thank you for reading,

SR

www.sylvainreynard.com