He had her just where he wanted her, finally. He ran his hands through her long blonde locks as he crushed his lips against hers. Unable to resist any longer, he pressed his throbbing erection into her, thrusting in rhythm with his lust.

"Oh, Peter," she gasped.

He paused, his distinctive eyebrows knitting in concern. "I'm Gabriel," he told her.

"I know," Elle replied. "Peter's behind me."