Angela watched in shock as Gael drew the curtains wider. They were only partially opened, but now, he'd brightened the bedroom with the moonlight shining from the sky into a beautiful glow. Winter in New York made Central Park look quite pale, but it was beautiful nonetheless. That wasn't her concern, though.

She tentatively stepped towards the window, feeling a little strange since her hands were bound together while she was fully naked.

"Have you changed your mind?" he asked. "We don't have to do it."

Looking at him, she tried to read what's on his mind, but Gael was so good at hiding his emotions. His expression was mostly impassive except for the dark glint in his eyes as he watched her. The way he looked at her should make her want to run, but she raised her chin instead as if accepting his challenge.

"No. I just didn't think you were an exhibitionist," she said, and she swore she thought he stifled a smirk before masking his face again. "But I'm not backing out." Angela walked towards the window, her heart wildly thundering in her chest.

The sky had darkened, and the lights below twinkled like stars. People in the park and on the streets looked like ants from where she stood. She looked side to side and saw buildings that were just about the same height as theirs, and she wondered if they could see her right now… All naked. All tied up and waiting to be devoured by him.

A pair of black high-heeled shoes dropped next to her feet. "Wear them," said Gael. Angela slipped her feet into the pair without questions, holding herself steady by pressing her bound hands onto the window. She was starting to feel limited that she couldn't use her hands freely. His hands slid around her ass and squeezed them, making her bite her lip. "Good. Just the perfect height. Keep your hands on the glass."

There was a groan in his voice as if he couldn't wait, but he was taking his time. And the anticipation was killing her. A loud horn from the street caught her attention, reminding her that there were people down there. All they had to do was look up and see the scandalous deed—that is, if they could see with superhuman vision. What if they had binoculars? The rush of her blood heated her skin, and she glanced behind her where Gael was.

"Gael… People could see—" She gasped. He inserted two fingers inside her without warning.

"Fûck." He grunted. "So?"

Angela clenched her hands together, feeling his fingers slide in and out of her. He'd deprived her of the sensation not long ago when he knew she was aching down there. Now, he took control and was unapologetic as he scissored his fingers inside her. He usually started slow and would build up the pace, but he didn't do that tonight. Gael started fast and hard.

"Someone…could…see—AH!" She cried out, a sharp pain pulsing on her nipple when he pinched it hard.

"You're thinking about others while my fingers are inside your pussy, hm?" He pumped his fingers harder.

"No!"

"You only think of me, Angel. No one else," he told her under gritted teeth.

The sound of his voice was primal and demanding, causing goosebumps to dot her skin. Angela should've known that he'd be this possessive of her at the moment. He always was, but tonight, he promised her angry fucking—and Gael was delivering since the start. She loved this side of him. The urge to push his buttons was strong.

She was just about to taunt him again when he pressed his chest on her back. The warmth of his skin was like water in the desert. It made her needy of him. He licked her ear and bit the shell, then harshly breathed, "Do you understand?" He cupped her other breast and massaged them with his strong hand.

Angela's head was becoming hazy. She couldn't remember if he asked something. All she could focus on was the feel of his thick fingers plunging inside her. It felt so good, she could already taste how good it would feel if it were his cock.

Gael pinched her nipple, causing another cry from her. "Only me. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

He kissed her neck, and she tilted her head to the side, giving him more access. She arched her body towards him, wanting more friction. His hands were deliciously busy on her—one inside her while the other was playing with her breasts. She moaned with each carnal thrust. God, this man was everything.

She felt his hand on her face, holding her cheeks in one and squeezing them a little while turning her head to face him. His feral eyes stared into hers as he said, "After tonight, you won't remember anyone else who's been inside you but me. I'm gonna fuck you and those thoughts out of you into oblivion."

Angela shuddered at his tone filled with promise. And she moaned when Gael claimed her lips and kissed the hell out of her while finger-fucking her, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers into her mouth. She reached for him, wanting to bring him impossibly closer but felt the restraint on her wrist. She whimpered, pissed and frustrated that she couldn't touch him.

He slammed her hands back to the window to keep it in place. She was afraid the glass would shatter, but it didn't.

Pressing their foreheads together, he warned her with a low and rough voice, "I told you to keep your hands on it. Remove it one more time, and I'll remove my fingers. You understand?"

She couldn't answer. It was as though her throat couldn't produce anything but mewls and moans from the way he worked his fingers inside her. The build-up was within her reach. Just a little bit more, and she'd reach the top of the cliff.

Until he stopped, his delicious fingers stranded almost all the way out of her.

Her eyes widened, and her heartbeat went wild. 'No! Don't stop! Please!' she silently screamed in her head, her mouth forgetting to function.

"Are we clear?"

"Yes!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and needy while she slowly moved her hips so his fingers would glide in and out just to keep the sensation going. She needed him to continue. Her orgasm was almost there.

"Good." Gael's movements became faster, rougher, maddening. A finger pressed her clit, rubbing it, making rigid circles like tasty torture. Her walls tightened until she shattered all over his hand. Angela screamed his name, her fingernails digging into her palms. It was mind-blowing, yet he didn't stop sliding his fingers in and out of her.

She was now leaning against the window, her head resting on her arms as she panted, another build-up of destructive waves lurking in the corner, ready to shatter her for the second time.

And then his fingers disappeared.

Angela was still trying to come to her senses when she heard the sound of his zipper. Before she could recover from her high and the halfway orgasm, Gael slammed his thick, angry cock inside her still throbbing pussy balls deep. She cried, the unexpected force eliciting another round of pleasurable waves in her core. She didn't expect to come the second time with just one deep thrust.

Gripping her waist tightly, Gael grunted in her ear, "We're not done yet, Sweetheart."