LOVI will thank Georgina later.

Her cousin clearing the whole manor for their alone time on Christmas day was not on the wishlist, but Lovi will thank her for it, anyway.

It's safe to say their families are fine with them being together. They got a whole show last night with Gabriel's and Lovi's tongues down each other's throats.

Hindi magawang mahiya ni Lovi.

Because now, all she can feel is Gabriel's weight over hers, his hands and lips leaving licks of fire on her skin.

Familiar—even if it's new.

Safe—even if it's scary.

Right—even if there are a thousand possible worst outcomes to come out of this.

Lovi doesn't care anymore, because it's Gabriel, and it's Gabriel with her.

He peels off her sweater slowly, carefully, then her shirt underneath, baring her completely naked in front of him. Gabriel's hands shake as he takes her in, his hands slowly gliding up her waist, then her chest. He kisses her.

"You're shaking," she whispers, gasping into his mouth.

"Because you're finally mine," he whispers back, tasting her  mouth again and again, taking his time but also not, his passion and control slowly bursting, as though he's been holding himself back with extreme effort.

Lovi doesn't keep her fingers from touching him. They're on the nape of his neck, his shoulders, his arms, his face...each kiss relentless in leaving her breathless.

He's gripping her so closely it feels like a sin to give him an inch of a space, to break away even for a moment, but she doesn't  and doesn't want to—even when he can probably hear the rapid beating of her heart against his own ribcage.

Gabriel's mouth moves from hers to her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her collarbone, breathing hard and fast, pressing her onto the mattress of his bed. He does everything so slowly and impatiently at the same time, as if he can't decide if he wants to keep tasting her here or move on and find out how she tastes there, but in his indecision, Gabriel remains greedy, eager, intense.

Reverent.

He bends his head to worship her breasts. He groans, low and desperate, "Fuck, Lov, oh my God."

Lovi arches into his hands and mouth, her own fingers finding their way into his hair, tangling them in the soft strands, pushing his head to her chest. He thumbs, sucks, bites, and licks her like he's imagined doing it so many times before.

"Putangina," he murmurs, cupping and squeezing them, before moving to the other one. "Putangina, Lov."

She's only able to answer him with an incoherent moan that's supposed to be embarrassing that she goes to cover her mouth, but Gabriel takes her wrists and looks up at her with desire and passion and love and says, "Louder. I'm going to taste and touch you everywhere and you be fucking louder."

In the back of her mind, Lovi reminds herself that this man listens to her voice every night and gets high on it.

Gabriel gets rid of her shorts and slides her underwear down her legs until she's bare and exposed and vulnerable in front of him.

He leans back and exhales shakily, his hands gripping her ankles so tightly as he spreads open her legs. He looks at her in the eyes and Lovi has to physically catch her breath, then his gaze dips lower, and lower, and lower, takings his time, drinking her in.

Lovi wriggles on the bed. "Gabriel, please."

His hand makes its way up her calves, her knees, her thighs, until he reaches where she's aching and wet for him.

"Ilang gabi ko na 'tong napapanaginipan," he says, his voice low and urgent and anguished. "I've done this to you so many times."

Gabriel touches her. Spreads her open. Watches her mouth drop into an, "Oh," when he fingers her relentlessly, watches her entire face morph into pleasure and feels her wetness for him and only him. Then he buries his face between her legs, looking at her, and the heated longing in his eyes is almost too much to bear.

His finger is too much. Two fingers. His tongue. Both fucking her g-spot with his finger and licking her clit with his tongue at the same time.

Gabriel takes his sweet, deliberate time while her hands go to his hair, tugging and moaning. He's not in any kind of hurry, taking pleasure in pleasuring her—his patience, hunger, and clear enjoyment evident.

Lovi falls back against the pillow and bucks into his mouth,  and Gabriel grabs her hands fisting the sheets and tangles their fingers together while he eats her out.

In the back of her mind, she thinks, binabastos niya ako pero romantic at sweet pa rin. Love it.

"Oh, fuck, Gabriel—"

His answering groan vibrates against her as he chases her orgasm with her, pinning her hips down.

Panting and blushing, Lovi shuts her eyes while Gabriel kisses his way up her body, grinning, satisfied with her pleasure, whispering praise to her legs, her stomach, her breasts.

"You are perfect," he says, and Lovi kisses him. He means it, he never says anything he doesn't mean and he's never not honest with Lovi.

Then he offers his hand to her so she can kneel in between his legs, gathering her hair in one hand and fisting it in his fingers so she can take him, hard and hot and heavy, in her mouth.

"Agh, tangina, Lov," he groans as she takes him in deeper. "Yeah, fuck, suck me, suck me, that's all yours, I'm all yours, love."

She does, enjoying his moans, and Gabriel snakes a hand down to cup her breast, and the other finds its way to the back of her head, pushing her down as his hips begin to jerk upwards, thrusting into her mouth hard and fast. "Putangina, putangina, Lov..."

Gabriel pulls off her and flips them around easily, and Lovi ends up flat on her back on the mattress, him leaning over her, his dark hair falling over his eyes.

"Please," Gabriel rasps. "Let me feel you, let me fuck you, let me make love to you, Lov."

In all their years together, she has never seen Gabriel Tanjangco so desperate. So discomposed. Out of his mind with need.

She's never needed someone like this either. Has never trusted, wanted, needed someone this much. Her mind, her thoughts, her words—all his. Her heart—all his. Her body—

This. This is his.

His forearm shakes as he holds himself still above her, the other going to her cheek, his thumb brushing her bottom lip, his eyes steady on hers.

Lovi nods, and he kisses her sweetly, and it's all he needs.

With a grunt, he positions himself at her entrance and pushes in.

His head alone steals the breath from her lungs. Whimpering, Lovi digs her nails in his shoulders. "Gabriel—"

"Shh, shh," he whispers, kissing her forehead, his eyebrows furrowed in restraint. "I'll make it fit, baby, shh. Slow lang."

Her body struggles to adjust to him as he kisses her face, her temple, her cheeks, her lips, slowly pushing in. "Putangina, ang sikip mo, ang init, punyeta," he mutters once she's accommodated his size, breathing in and out harshly. He lets her get used to him, one arm on the headboard, shaking with restraint.

"Gabriel," she mutters, the only word she knows, the only word familiar to her. "Gabriel, Gabriel—"

Slowly, he pulls out with a shaky exhale, then thrusts back in, his jaw going slack. He breathes out, his eyes clear with burning passion, kisses her forehead sweetly, and pants, "Baby, love, how are you? Do you feel good?"

Lovi nods, moans, and feels him everywhere her toes are curling. "Gabriel..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Despite this, despite her oversensitivity, because it's Gabriel, she manages to smile dazedly and say, "Sarap na sarap 'yan?"

Gabriel manages his own drunk chuckle and groan. "Sabi ng nanginginig. You love my cock—oh, fuck, tangina mo, ang sarap mo!"

He shouts those last few words, his eyes rolling back, when Lovi clenches him inside.

She grins.

He exhales, his breathing trembling. "Sige, Lov. Kayanin mo 'to, ah. Kakayanin mo 'ko."

Gabriel thrusts into her and she grips his shoulder, her head lolling back.

Oh, fuck.

Then he finds a rhythm, his eyebrows furrowed, babbling incoherent and honest thoughts at the height of his pleasure— "Lov, ang sarap mo, tangina mo." He sounds insane, mad, incoherent, senseless.

She's not any different.

"Gabriel, please, feel good, feel good, more, more—"

"More, baby? You feel me? You feel this? Ang sarap mo, fuck."

She doesn't know what those words do to her, spreading like fire through her body, licking her skin—make her moan loader, hold on tighter.

"Lov, look at me, look at me. Look at who's fucking you. Look at who will only be fucking you."

Lovi opens her eyes and meets his—glazed over with reverence and desperation. She wraps her arms around Gabriel's neck and pulls him down for a searing kiss.

She rocks her hips upwards, matching his thrusts, mindless in her urgent need. "Please, please," she begs breathlessly, for what—she doesn't know, because there was nothing in the world but Gabriel's breath in her ear, his mindless muttering, high on his pleasure and hers, the relentless, pounding of his cock into her, She's clawing the bedsheets and Gabriel grabs her wrists, pins them above her head and fucks her onto the mattress relentlessly, quickening his thrusts, fucks her over and over again, his breath in her ear, both their moans loud and needy.

"Sikip mo, putangina, fuck, Lov, take it, take my fucking cock and let me fuck you—"

He was patient and giving earlier. Now, he's using her body for his own pleasure. He's not going to let her off easy.

"Mahal na mahal kita, Lov," he murmurs, over and over again. "Mahal na mahal kita, Lov. Mahal na mahal kita, Lov."

"Gabriel!"

"Bigay mo sa 'kin to, Lov, ako lang magbibigay sa 'yo nito, Lov—"

Lovi's legs shake as she bites down on his shoulder, clawing his back with her nails, riding her orgasm, and Gabriel's back arches, her name falling feverishly from his lips. His whole body goes rigid as he grips her hips, his knuckles white, and he pounds into her.

"Ugh, fuck, you're such a good girl, my good girl, let me cum, I'm gonna cum—"

Quickly, he pulls out, kneels over her, grabs the back of her head and pushes it to his hips. Lovi opens her lips instinctively and takes him in, and Gabriel pushes his cock inside, thrusts inside her mouth once, twice. "Fuck, Lov—" Then he cums, spills all over her mouth. "Fuuuuuuuuck," he groans, keeps thrusting inside, fucking her mouth, riding out his orgasm.

Lovi laps at his cock, licks the head, swallows the mouthful.

Then she looks up at him and smiles.

Gabriel's staring at her already. He manages a drunk one back and shakes his head, bending to kiss her. "Holy fuck, you are perfect, my love. My Lov."

Lovi smiles at him. "Started from 'arte mo, tangina mo,' to 'sarap mo, tangina mo.'"

Gabriel laughs. Kisses her temple, her forehead, her cheek, her lips. "Honest lang, Lov. Only with you and always with you."