Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 74: Strip For Me

Gabriel’s eyes darkened as he stared at me. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and serious. His gaze pierced straight through me, like he was searching for any doubt. I could see the struggle in his eyes- he didn’t want to take advantage of me, but the desire burning behind his eyes was also impossible to miss.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything or anyone,” I whispered, my breath hitching as the warmth of his touch sent a shiver through me.

That was all he needed. His lips crashed onto mine, and everything else disappeared. His kiss was deep and urgent, making my whole body tremble as I clung to him. My fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate to hold on to the intensity of the moment.

“Clairessa, he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with emotion, “If we do this, there’s no going back. You’ll belong to me–completely. Your body, your soul, everything. I don’t share.”

His possessive words sent shivers through me, but they didn’t scare me. If anything, they made me feel wanted in a way I’d never felt before.. “I’m yours,” I whispered, gripping onto him tighter.

I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, my breath catching. “I wouldn’t want to share you either,” I admitted softly, my heart racing.

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, it looked like he might pull away. But then his hand rose to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly across my skin. The intensity in his eyes softened just enough, though the passion was still there, burning bright. “It’ll be just you, Clairessa,” he said firmly. “But I can’t promise you more.”

I understood what his words meant, and a part of me knew I should stop and think about what they meant. But I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. Tonight wasn’t about logic

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or our complicated past. It was about this moment–about us.

“It’s enough,” I whispered, and I meant it.

His lips curved into a faint smile, and then he kissed me again, more fervently this time. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me off the floor with ease as our mouths moved together, hot and consuming.

My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my fingers tangling in his hair as he carried me to the bed. The passion burning between us was overwhelming, intoxicating.

When my back hit the soft mattress, I felt his weight shift as he stood at the edge of the bed, towering over me. His dark eyes burned into mine, sending a delicious ache through me.

He didn’t say anything as his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, he began unbuttoning it, one button at a time. His gaze stayed locked on mine, and every movement of his fingers sent a thrill through

me

revealing his chest. His body was sculpted, every muscle defined like he’d been carved from stone. Broad shoulders, firm pecs,

bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window. My mouth went dry as my eyes roamed over

experienced, confident, and utterly perfect. And I… I was plain, inexperienced, and unsure

myself. I should’ve been bold, taking charge like women in the movies – doing something

wood.

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my boldness disappeared. My heart pounded harder, not from passion but from

my chest. I ran a shaky hand across my forehead and pretended to push back a stray hair, as I tried to act sexy, but deep down I was

thing I wanted was for Gabriel to sense my inexperience. I needed to seem confident, at least until it was too

sharp V of his hips and the thick bulge pressing

you see?” His deep, cocky voice cut through my thoughts, and I realized too late

flooded me, and I couldn’t form words, I nodded instead, feeling my

his prey. But instead of fear, all I felt was a burning anticipation that made my entire body ache.

happening, with one firm tug, he slid me down the bed, my body gasping at the sudden movement. A jolt of electricity shot through me as I found

over me, his eyes roaming over my body like he was memorizing every

down, his face just inches from mine, his heat enveloping me.

have the strength to

weight on his forearms so he wouldn’t crush me. His

skin.

ear. His warm breath teasing me as he whispered, “Do you like

his touch, every nerve ending alive with

trailed to the hollow of my neck, where he sucked gently before nipping

row!

running through his

in their wake. “I want to find all your sensitive spots, I want to kiss and stroke every inch of your body until I know what makes you feel the most

couldn’t form coherent thoughts. My body felt

back slightly, his fingers grazed my cheek before trailing down to my neck. “You’re wearing too much,” he murmured with a teasing

stood tall, his towering frame making me feel small in the best way. His hands slid down the straps of my dress, pushing them

beautiful,” he whispered against my skin. “Your skin is

worked the fabric lower until my dress fell, revealing my bare breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened, his expression filled with possessiveness as