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

sculpted, every muscle defined like he’d been carved from stone. Broad shoulders, firm pecs, and a

glow of moonlight streaming through the window. My mouth went dry as

me. Gabriel Storm was experienced, confident, and utterly perfect. And

together, Clairessa, I scolded myself. I should’ve been bold, taking charge like women in the movies – doing something seductive–undressing slowly, teasing

wood.

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heart pounded harder, not from passion but from

panic rise in my chest. I ran a shaky hand across my forehead and pretended to push back a stray hair, as I tried

my inexperience. I needed to seem confident, at

darted back to him, landing on the sharp V of his hips and the thick bulge pressing against his pants. My cheeks

cut through my thoughts, and I realized too late that he’d

words, I nodded instead, feeling

smirked, stepping closer to the bed with slow, deliberate strides like a predator closing in on his prey. But instead of fear, all I felt was a burning anticipation that

I could process what was happening, with one firm tug, he slid me down the bed, my body gasping at the sudden movement. A

his eyes roaming over my body like

from mine, his heat enveloping me. “Clairessa,” he

I didn’t have the strength to deny it.

his forearms so he wouldn’t crush me. His lips captured mine again, kissing me deeply,

skin.

my ear. His warm breath teasing me as he whispered,

breathed. My body shivered under his touch, every nerve ending

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

row!

I moaned, my hands running through his hair as my body arched

taste every inch of your skin,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. His lips and tongue explored my neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “I want to find all your sensitive spots, I want to kiss and stroke every

my pulse race even faster. I couldn’t think, couldn’t form coherent thoughts. My body felt like it wasn’t my own anymore,

my cheek before trailing down to my neck. “You’re wearing

frame making me feel small in the best way. His hands slid down the straps of my dress, pushing them off my shoulders. The fabric fell to my arms, and his lips

against my skin. “Your skin is soft,

dress fell, revealing my bare breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened, his expression filled with