Sylvain Reynard - Gabriel's Rapture

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Gabriels

Rapture

Sylvain Reynard

OMNIFIC PUBLISHING

DALLAS

Copyright 2012 by Sylvain Reynard

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The characters and events in this book are fictitious.

Any similarity to real persons, living or dead,

is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Library of Congress Cataloguing-in-Publication Data

Reynard, Sylvain.

Gabriels Rapture / Sylvain Reynard 1st ed.

ISBN 978-1-936305-52-0

1. Dante Romance Fiction. 2. Contemporary Romance Fiction.

3. University Romance. 4. First Love Fiction. I. Title

10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

Cover Design by Micha Stone and Amy Brokaw

Interior Book Design by Coreen Montagna

Printed in the United States of America

To my readers,

with gratitude.

Dante following Virgil up the mountain.

Engraving by Gustave Dor, 1870

Prologue

Florence, 1290

The poet dropped the note to the floor with a shaking hand. He

sat for several moments, motionless as a statue. Then, with a

great clenching of teeth, he stood to his feet and swept agitatedly through the house, ignoring tables and fragile items, disdaining the other inhabitants of his home.

There was only one person whom he wished to see.

He strode quickly through the city streets, almost breaking into

a run on his way to the river. He stood at the end of the bridge, their bridge, his moist eyes eagerly scanning the adjacent riverbank for the barest glimpse of his beloved.

She was nowhere to be found.

She would never return.

His beloved Beatrice was gone.

And of that second kingdom will I sing

Wherein the human spirit doth purge itself,

And to ascend to heaven becometh worthy.

-Dante Alighieri, Purgatorio, Canto I.004-006.

Chapter 1

Professor Gabriel Emerson was sitting in bed, naked, reading

La Nazione, the Florentine newspaper. Hed awoken early in the Palazzo Vecchio penthouse of the Gallery Hotel Art and ordered room service, but he couldnt resist returning to bed to watch the young woman sleep. She was on her side facing him, breathing softly, a diamond sparkling on her ear. Her cheeks were pink from the

warmth of the room as their bed was bathed in sunshine from the

floor-to-ceiling windows.

The bed covers were deliciously rumpled, smelling of sex and san-

dalwood. His blue eyes glimmered, traveling lazily over her exposed skin and long, dark hair. As he turned back to his newspaper, she

shifted slightly and moaned. Concerned, he tossed the paper aside.

She brought her knees up to her chest, curling into a ball. Low

murmurings came from her lips, and Gabriel leaned closer so he

could decipher what she was saying. But he couldnt.

All of a sudden, her body twisted and she let out a heart-wrench-

ing cry. Her arms flailed as she wrestled with the sheet that shrouded her.

Julianne? He placed a gentle hand on her bare shoulder, but

she cringed away from him.

She began muttering his name, over and over again, her tone

growing progressively more panicked.

Julia, Im here, he raised his voice. Just as he reached for her again, she sat bolt upright, gasping for air.

Are you all right? Gabriel moved closer, resisting the urge to

touch her. She was breathing roughly, and under his watchful gaze, she fanned a shaking hand over her eyes.

Sylvain Reynard

Julia?

After a long, tense minute, she looked at him, eyes wide.

He frowned. What happened?

She swallowed loudly. A nightmare.

What was it about?

I was in the woods behind your parents house, back in

Selinsgrove.

Gabriels eyebrows knit together behind his dark-rimmed glasses.

Why would you dream about that?

She inhaled, drawing the sheet over her exposed breasts and up

to her chin. The linen was full and white, swallowing her petite frame whole before billowing cloudlike over the mattress. She reminded

him of an Athenian statue.

He ran his fingers gently over her skin. Julianne, talk to me.

She squirmed under his piercing blue eyes, but he would not

let her go. The dream began beautifully. We made love under the

stars, and I fell asleep in your arms. When I woke up you were gone.

You dreamed I made love to you, then abandoned you? His

tone cooled to mask his discomfort.

I woke up in the orchard without you once, she reproached

him softly.

The fire in his belly was instantly quenched. He thought back to

the magical evening six years ago when they first met, when they simply talked and held each other. Hed awoken the following morning

and wandered away, leaving a sleeping teenage girl all alone. Surely her anxiety was understandable if not pitiable.

He unwound her clenched fingers one by one and kissed them

repentantly. I love you, Beatrice. Im not going to leave you. You know that, right?

It would hurt so much more to lose you now.

With a frown he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pressing

her cheek to his chest. A myriad of memories crowded his mind as

he thought back to what had transpired the evening before. Hed

gazed on her naked form for the first time and initiated her into

the intimacies of lovemaking. Shed shared her innocence with him, and he thought hed made her happy. Certainly it had been one of

the best evenings of his life. He pondered that fact for a moment.

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Gabriels Rapture

Do you regret last night?

No. Im glad you were my first. Its what I wanted since we met.

He placed his hand on her cheek, tracing her skin with his thumb.

Im honored to have been your first. He leaned forward, his eyes unblinking. But I want to be your last.

She smiled and lifted her lips to meet his. Before he could em-

brace her, the chimes of Big Ben filled the room.

Ignore it, he whispered fiercely, his arm stretching across her

body, pushing her to recline beneath him.

Her eyes darted over his shoulder to where his iPhone lay on the

desk. I thought she wasnt going to call you anymore.

Im not answering, so it doesnt matter. He kneeled between her

legs and lifted the sheet from her body. In my bed, theres only us.

She searched his eyes as he began to bring their naked bodies

into closer contact.

Gabriel leaned forward to kiss her, but she turned her head. I

havent brushed my teeth.

I dont care. He lowered his lips to her neck, kissing across her quickening pulse.

Id like to clean up first.

He huffed in frustration, leaning on one elbow. Dont let Paulina ruin what we have.

Im not. She tried to roll out from under him and take the

sheet with her, but he caught hold of it. He gazed over the rims of his glasses, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

I need the sheet to make the bed.

Her eyes traveled from the white fabric that was clutched between