Gabriel's Inferno Trilogy

by Sylvain Reynard

  “You look pretty,” Tom mumbled, pressing a shy peck to Julia’s cheek through her long veil.

  “Thank you.” She flushed, looking down at her bouquet, which consisted of two dozen white roses and a few springs of holly.

  “Could you give us a minute?” he asked the others.

  “Of course.” Christina pulled Tammy and Rachel to stand at the entrance to the sanctuary, signaling to the organist that the processional was about to begin.

  Tom smiled at Julia nervously. “I like your necklace,” he said.

  Julia’s hands flew to the pearls that hung around her neck. “They were Grace’s.” She fingered the diamonds in her ears too but elected not to reveal their source.

  “I wonder what she’d think about you marrying her son.”

  “I’d like to think that she’d be happy. That she’s looking down on us and smiling.”

  Tom nodded again and shoved his hands into the pockets of his tuxedo. “I’m glad you asked me to walk you down the aisle.”

  Julia looked puzzled. “I didn’t want to get married without you, Dad.”

  He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly in his rented shoes. “I should have kept you when I took you away from Sharon the first time. I never should have sent you back.” His voice cracked.

  “Daddy,” she whispered, tears overflowing.

  He reached over and hugged her, trying to show her with his embrace what he couldn’t say in words.

  “I forgave you a long time ago. We don’t ever need to speak of it again.” She paused, looking up at him. “I’m glad you’re here. And I’m glad you’re my Dad.”

  “Jules.” Tom gave a strangled cough, then released her with a smile. “You’re a good girl.”

  He turned so he could peer down the long aisle that led to the altar, to where Gabriel was standing with his brother and brother-in-law. All three men were dressed in black Armani tuxedoes, with crisp white shirts. However, Scott and Aaron had eschewed Gabriel’s choice of bow ties in favor of regular ones because bow ties were, as Scott put it, “for old men, Young Republicans, or professors.”

  “Are you sure about this?” Tom asked. “If you have any doubts, I’ll call a cab and take you home right now.”

  Julia squeezed his hand. “No doubts. Gabriel might not be perfect, but he’s perfect for me. We belong together.”

  “I told him that I expected him to take care of my little girl. That if he wasn’t prepared to do that, we’d have a problem. He said that if he treated you as anything less than the treasure you are, that I should come after him with my shotgun.” Tom grinned. “I said that suited me fine.”

  “Are you ready?”

  Julia took a deep breath. “Yes.”

  “Then let’s do this.” He offered Julia his arm, and they nodded to the bridesmaids to begin the processional to J. S. Bach’s “Sheep May Safely Graze.”

  When Julia and Tom entered the Basilica, to the melody of “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring,” Gabriel’s eyes caught hers and a wide smile spread across his features. The January sun peeked through the doors, illuminating the bride from behind and making her look as if a halo shone around her veiled head.

  Gabriel couldn’t stop smiling. He smiled through the entire Mass, including his vows to worship his wife and the performance of selections from Bach’s Sleepers Awake and Mozart’s Exsultate, jubilate by a solo soprano.

  After the ceremony, he placed trembling fingers on Julia’s veil and lifted it carefully. He swiped his thumbs underneath her eyes, wiping away the happy tears that had trickled down, and kissed her. The kiss was soft and chaste, but full of promise. Then they walked to the lower church and down to the crypt.

  They hadn’t planned to do so. Somehow, hands entwined, they found themselves approaching the tomb of St. Francis. In the quiet darkness where Gabriel had his ineffable experience months earlier, they knelt in prayer. Each silently thanked God for the other, for the many blessings He had given them, for Grace and Maia, for their fathers and siblings.

  When Gabriel finally stood and lit a single candle, each of them asked God for one more blessing. One small miracle out of the lavishness of his grace. As they ended their prayers, a strange but comforting feeling wrapped around them like a blanket.

  “Don’t cry, sweet girl.” Gabriel took her hand to help her to her feet. He wiped her tears away, kissing her. “Please don’t cry.”

  “I’m so happy,” she said, smiling up at him. “I love you so much.”

  “It’s the same for me. I keep wondering how this happened. How did I ever find you again and convince you to become my wife?”

  “Heaven smiled on us.”

  She reached up to kiss her husband next to St. Francis’s tomb without shame, knowing that her words were truly spoken.

  Chapter 56

  Later that evening, they changed into their honeymoon clothes, a dark suit for Gabriel and a purple dress for Julia, and sat side by side in a chauffeured car that he’d hired.

  Soon the car was pulling up the drive that led to a villa near Todi. The very same villa that Gabriel had rented when they visited Italy the year before.

  “Our house,” she whispered, as soon as she caught sight of it.

  “Yes.” He kissed the back of her hand as he helped her out of the car. Then he was taking her in his arms and carrying her across the threshold.

  “Are you disappointed? I thought you’d prefer some quiet time to ourselves, but if not, we can go to Venice or Rome. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” He placed her on her feet.

  “This is perfect. I’m so glad you decided to bring us here.” She threw her arms around his neck.

  At length, he pulled away. “I think I should carry our luggage upstairs. Are you hungry?”

  Julia grinned. “I could eat.”

  “Why don’t you see if there’s anything tempting in the kitchen, and I’ll join you soon.”

  She leaned forward with a devilish look on her face. “The only thing in the kitchen that would tempt me would be you on top of the kitchen table.”

  Her sultry suggestion hearkened back to their previous visit, when they’d christened that table several times. With a deep groan, he quickly carried their suitcases upstairs as if someone was chasing him.

  In the kitchen, Julia found the pantry to be fully stocked, as was the refrigerator. She laughed when she saw several bottles of cranberry juice lined up on the counter, as if they were waiting for her. She’d just opened a bottle of Perrier and finished preparing a cheese plate when Gabriel returned. He seemed years younger as he raced into the kitchen, boyish even, his eyes bright and his expression cheerful.

  “This looks delicious. Thank you.” He sat at her side, glancing at the kitchen table significantly. “But I have to say that I’d rather our first few times occur in bed.”

  Julia felt her skin flush. “This table has happy memories for me.”

  “For me too. But we have plenty of time to make new ones. Better ones.” He gave her a heated look.

  She felt the flutterings of desire increase.

  “Was the wedding everything you hoped for?” He gazed at her eagerly, pouring two glasses of sparkling water.

  “It was better. The Mass, the music—having the wedding in the Basilica was incredible. I felt so at peace there.”

  Gabriel nodded, for he’d felt that way too.

  “I’m glad we only invited family and close friends. I’m sorry I didn’t have much of a chance to talk to Katherine Picton, although I saw you dancing with her twice.” Julia pretended to be offended.

  He eyed her in mock surprise. “Really? I danced with her twice? That’s pretty impressive for a septuagenarian. I’m surprised she could keep up with me.”

  Julia rolled her eyes at his pretentious choice of adjectives.

  “You danced with Richard twice, Mrs. Emerson. I suppose we’re even.”

  “He’s my father now too. And he’s an excellent dancer. Very elegant.”

  “Bett
er than me?” Gabriel feigned jealousy.

  “No one is better than you, darling.” She leaned over to kiss away his pout. “Do you think that he will ever marry again?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  He took her hand in his and caressed her knuckles gently, one by one.

  “Because Grace was his Beatrice. When you’ve experienced a love such as that, anything less would seem like only a shadow.” He smiled sadly. “Strangely enough, it was the same in Grace’s favorite book, A Severe Mercy. Sheldon Vanauken never remarried after his wife died.

  “Dante lost Beatrice when she was just twenty-four. He spent the rest of his life mourning her. If I were to lose you, it would be the same for me. There will never be anyone else. Never,” he emphasized, a fierce but loving look in his eyes.

  “I wonder if my father will marry again.”

  “Would it trouble you if he did?”

  She shrugged. “No. It would take some getting used to, but I’m glad he’s dating someone kind. I’d like him to be happy. I’d like him to have someone kind to grow old with.”

  “I’m looking forward to growing old with you,” said Gabriel. “And you are certainly kind.”

  “I’m looking forward to growing old with you too.”

  Husband and wife exchanged a look then finished their food in relaxed quietness. Afterward, Gabriel stood and stretched out his hand. “I haven’t given you your wedding gifts, yet.”

  She took his hand and her fingers touched his wedding band. “I thought our gifts were our rings and the inscriptions inside them: I am my Beloved’s and my Beloved is mine.”

  “There’s more.” He led her to the fireplace and paused.

  When they entered the house, Julia hadn’t noticed that the artwork that hung over the fireplace previously had been removed. In its place was a large and impressive oil painting of a man and a woman in a passionate embrace.

  She took a step closer to the painting, transfixed by the stirring image.

  The male and female figures were wrapped around each other, the male naked to the waist and slightly underneath the female as if he were kneeling at her feet, his head resting on her lap. The female figure was bent forward, naked and wrapped carelessly in what appeared to be a bed sheet, clutching the male’s back and sides and resting her head between his shoulder blades. In truth, it was difficult to tell where his body began and her body ended, so entwined they were, almost like a circle. Need and desperation leapt off the canvas, as if the couple had just made up after a fight or found each other after an extended absence.

  “It’s us,” breathed Julia as she blinked in shock.

  The male’s face was partially hidden by the woman’s lap, his mouth pressed against her naked thigh. But it was Gabriel’s face, of that there could be no doubt. The female’s face was Julia’s, eyes closed in bliss, a small smile playing at the edge of her full lips as she faced the viewer. She looked happy.

  “But how?”

  Gabriel stood behind her and placed his arms around her shoulders. “I posed for the artist and provided photographs of you.”

  “Photographs?”

  He leaned forward to kiss the side of her neck. “Don’t you recognize your posture? It’s a study of some of the pictures I took of you in Belize. Do you remember the morning after you wore your corset for the first time? You were lying in bed…”

  Julia’s eyes widened in remembrance.

  “Do you like it?” Gabriel’s usually sure tone sounded surprisingly uncertain. “I wanted something—ah—personal to commemorate our wedding.”

  “I love it. I’m just surprised.”

  His body relaxed.

  “Thank you.” She took his hand and gently pressed her lips to his palm. “It’s a lovely gift.”

  “I’m glad you like it. But there’s one more small thing.”

  He walked over to the mantelpiece of the fireplace in order to retrieve a familiar looking golden apple.

  “How did that get here?” Julia smiled.

  “Open it, Mrs. Emerson.”

  She lifted the lid and found a large, old-fashioned key inside. She met Gabriel’s eyes quizzically. “A magic key? To a secret garden? Or to a wardrobe that leads to Narnia?”

  “Very funny. Come with me.” He caught her wrist and brought it to his lips, hesitating against her skin.

  “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.”

  He led her out the front door, closing it behind them. They stood on the porch, surrounded by darkness that was illuminated only by the lights that hung on the stone walls.

  “Try the key.”

  “What? Here?”

  “Just try it.” Gabriel rocked back on his heels, trying to hide his sudden anxiety.

  Julia put the key in the lock and twisted. She heard the lock click and with a flick of her wrist, it unlocked and the door swung open.

  “Thank you for becoming my wife,” he whispered. “Welcome home.”

  She looked over at him incredulously.

  “We were happy here,” he said softly. “I wanted us to have a place that we could escape to, somewhere with fond memories.”

  He reached out to lightly touch her arm. “We can spend our holidays here when we aren’t in Selinsgrove. You could write your dissertation here, if you want. Although I couldn’t bear to be separated from you for more than a day.”

  Julia kissed him, thanking him over and over again for his lavish gift. They stood there for several minutes, reveling in one another’s touch, their heartbeats quickening.

  Chapter 57

  Without breaking the kiss, he picked her up and carried her back inside the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He twirled her around, admiring the way the full skirt of her purple dress flared out as she spun.

  “I believe I owe you something.”

  “And what’s that?” Julia laughed as Gabriel pressed himself up against her back.

  He reached over her shoulder to whisper to her. “Make-up sex.”

  The tone of his voice goose pimpled her skin.

  He rubbed his hands up and down her bare arms. “Are you cold?”

  “No. Excited.”

  “Excellent.” He brushed her hair aside so his lips could find her neck, and he began plying her with kisses. “And just so you know, I have a lot to make up for. In fact, I think it will take me all night.”

  “All night?” asked Julia, coughing slightly.

  “All night and into the morning.”

  She had already begun to melt into his embrace by the time he retreated, pressing his mouth and tongue eagerly to the curve of her shoulder before letting go.

  “While you’re getting ready for bed I want you to think about all the ways I’m going to please you.”

  He traced a single finger across her neckline in promise before releasing her with a provocative wink.

  Julia gathered her lingerie from her luggage and disappeared into the bathroom. When she went shopping for something to wear on their wedding night, she had been intimidated. She was unsure what to choose that he hadn’t seen before.

  In a tiny shop on Newbury Street, she had found exactly what she was looking for—a long Merlot colored silk gown with a low neckline. But its crowning glory was the crisscrossing laces in the back, which plunged to an almost indecent level. She chose the gown knowing that he would delight in undoing her. In more ways than one.

  She left her hair up and she swiped at her lips with a hint of sheer gloss before stepping into the black stilettos she’d purchased for their honeymoon. Then she opened the bathroom door.

  Gabriel was waiting.

  The master bedroom was bathed in candlelight, scented with sandalwood, and Julia could hear soft music playing. It was a different playlist than they’d enjoyed before, but she liked it nonetheless.

  He approached her in his white shirt and dress pants, his shirt untucked and unbuttoned almost to his waist, his feet bare. He held his hand out, a
nd she joined him, winding her arms around his back.

  “You’re exquisite,” he whispered, his hands almost trembling as they traced the bareness of skin that peeked through her laces. “I’d almost forgotten how lovely you are by candlelight. Almost, but not quite.”

  She smiled against his chest.

  “May I?” He fingered her pinned up hair, and she nodded.

  A lesser man would have taken out the hairpins all at once, if he could have found them, freeing the strands quickly so he could move on to something else. But Gabriel was not a lesser man.

  Painstakingly, he combed his long fingers through her hair until he alighted on a hairpin and then he gently undid it, letting down a single curl. He repeated this procedure until Julia’s hair fell like waves against her pale shoulders and her body was alive with want.

  He cupped her cheeks and looked deeply into her eyes. “Tell me what you desire. The night is yours. I’m yours to command.”

  “No commandments.” Julia tasted his lips twice. “Just show me that you love me.”

  “Julianne, I love you with all four loves. But tonight is a celebration of eros.”

  Gabriel plied her bare shoulders with urgent, heated kisses before standing behind her and stroking the exposed skin of her back. “Thank you for your gift.”

  “My gift?”

  “Your body, alluringly wrapped up just for me.” He paused as his eyes swept down to her feet. “And your shoes. Surely after such a long day, they must be uncomfortable.”

  “I hadn’t noticed.”

  He began to toy with the diamonds in her ears. “And why is that?”

  “Because all I could think about was making love with you.”

  “I’ve thought of almost nothing else for days. For months.” Gabriel inhaled sharply and began running his hands up and down her bare arms. “I’m the only man to see you naked in all your glory and to know the sounds you make when you’re pleasured. Your body recognizes me, Julianne. It knows my touch.”