Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 137 Trapped Between Loving Him And Risking It All

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you're all mine." His voice was pure possession, his lips grazing my throat as he groaned against my skin. A deep ache throbbed in my core, spreading like fire, my body already responding to him-wet, needy, desperate. He shoved his sweatpants down, freeing himself. Then, with a firm grip on my hips, he pulled me closer and drove into me with a single, deep, hard stroke. A broken cry escaped my lips as every inch of him filled me, claiming me completely. My fingers dug into his shoulders, nails raking over his skin as he pulled back and plunged into me again-deeper. “Gabriel-"I gasped, my body arching, trembling beneath him. He growled low in his throat, his grip tightening on the soft sides of my thighs as he thrust into me again and again, each stroke more demanding than the last. "You feel that?” His voice grated against my ear. His pace quickened, each movement a fierce declaration of his powerful, domineering affection-like he needed to ensure I took all of him, felt him whole, so I'd always remember my body belonged to him. "Oh... God... Yes... I feel... all of you... I moaned, overwhelmed by the intensity of him, the way he took me, owned me, leaving me drowning in pleasure. Over and over, he drove into me, each thrust pushing me closer, shattering me, until there was nothing left but the heat, the need, and the man I wasn't ready to lose. “I love you... I gasped, my body writhing from the mind-numbing sensation of his cock. "I love you... only you..." His grip on me tightened, his pace turning desperate, his lips crashing onto mine as he groaned, deep and broken. "I love you," he rasped against my mouth. "God, Clairessa... I love you." The raw passion in his voice tipped me over the edge. My body clenched around him as I fell apart, a moan tearing from my lips as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. Gabriel let out a deep, shuddering groan, his body tensing before he spilled into me, burying himself deep, branding me with every surge of his release. For a moment, neither of us moved, our breaths tangled, our bodies locked together. Then, his forehead rested against mine, his lips brushing my cheek, my jaw. "Mine," he whispered-a fierce promise. I let my fingers glide through his damp hair, my heart still racing. "I love you," I murmured again, wanting to seal the words between us, to etch them into my memory. --I walked into Adrian's restaurant, my chest tightening with a deep, bitter feeling. The quiet afternoon only made my thoughts louder, reminding me

bouquet sat elegantly to the side. Once upon a time, I would have found this romantic-a grand gesture I had begged him for over the years. Now, all I saw was another calculated move. A ploy to manipulate me into forgiving him. He picked up the red roses and held them out to me. Of course, he didn't get my favorite-lilies. He had never bothered to remember that. I snatched them aggressively and tossed them back onto the table. His eyes dimmed with something like sadness, but I didn't care. "You didn't have to do all this." My voice was flat. This was supposed to