Gabriel sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixated on Davina's sleeping form. He couldn't believe what had happened last night. One moment they were arguing, and the next, they were tangled up in each other's arms, their bodies moving in a rhythm that felt both foreign and natural to him.
He took a moment to appreciate her beauty. Her fiery red hair spread out on the pillow like a halo, her delicate features softened in sleep. He couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins as he remembered the way she felt underneath him, her warmth and wetness enveloping him.
But his thoughts were interrupted by the memory of his late wife. He felt a pang of guilt for betraying her memory. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts from his mind. He couldn't afford to feel guilty right now. He had to think about the consequences of his actions.
His eyes landed on the streak of dry blood on the sheets. He realized with a start that he had taken Davina's virginity. He wondered if he should feel proud or ashamed. He was a man used to taking what he wanted, but Davina was different. She was strong, controlling, and direct - everything he admired in a woman.
He got up and started pacing around the room. He was worried about the possibility of Davina getting pregnant. He couldn't afford another child, not with his dangerous lifestyle. He had to talk to her about it.
He gently shook her shoulder and called her name. Davina stirred and opened her eyes, looking confused for a moment. She took in her surroundings and her eyes widened as she realized where she was.
"Good morning," Gabriel said, his voice gruff.
"What's wrong?" Davina asked, noticing his worried expression.
Gabriel took a deep breath and told her about the possibility of her being pregnant. He expected her to panic, but instead, she burst out laughing.
"You're worried about something so ridiculous?" she asked, still chuckling.
Gabriel looked offended. "It's not ridiculous, Davina. It's a serious matter."
Davina rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Gabriel. You're a Mafia boss, for crying out loud. I'm sure you've dealt with worse things than this."
Gabriel couldn't help but smile at her sassiness. He admired her strength and confidence. He told her that he'll take care of her, no matter what happens. Davina looked at him skeptically.
"I don't need your charity, Gabriel. I can take care of myself," she said.
Gabriel nodded. He knew that Davina was capable of taking care of herself. But he couldn't help but feel responsible for her now.
They looked at each other, a mix of emotions in their eyes - guilt, confusion, attraction, and a hint of something more. Gabriel couldn't deny the pull he felt towards Davina. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help it.
He leaned in and kissed her, his lips soft against hers. Davina responded, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss.
Gabriel knew he had to be careful. He couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. But as he felt Davina's body pressed against his, he couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, she was worth the risk.
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