Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 213: Screw You

Gabriel's POV

I shoved the thoughts of Adrian out of my mind. This moment was mine-no matter the cost. Nothing was going to stop me. Not now.

I placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her chest, trailing slowly along the dip of her cleavage, and paused when I felt her breath hitch. Her skin was warm under my lips, flushed-responding to every touch.

As I looked up, the reality hit me like a jolt of lightning-she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples strained against the thin black fabric, betraying how much she wanted this.

A violent need tore through my chest.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

I caught one nipple through the dress,ateeth grazing it, biting down just enough to make her whimper-a mix of pain and pleasure—and then my tongue asoothed where I'd marked her, slow and reverent.

Her fingers curled into my hair like she wasn't sure whether to pull me closer or push me away.

"Stop this," she breathed, her voice barely holding.

My mouth stilled. I looked up at her, fingers still rolling her other nipple beneath the fabric. "Do you really want me to stop?"

My voice was low, guttural.

I was shaking with how much I wanted her-but I needed to hear it. I needed her to admit the truth.

She looked torn, fire and fear both glinting in her eyes. She was fighting herself, not me.

Moaning instead of answering. Her breathing came out ragged, erratic, and I froze waiting.

Then her lips parted. "Don't stop..."

Fuck.

My mouth curled into a smirk as I leaned in, barely grazing her lips. "Then tell me what you want."

She gasped, eyes clouded. "Your mouth..."

She grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down to her breast. I didn't hesitate.

I latched on, sucking her nipple through the dress like I was starved. Her moans grew louder-wild, uninhibited-like she couldn't fight me anymore.

My hand moved to her other breast, cupping and caressing the soft mounds. I loved the way her back arched, the way her body begged for more.

She was soft, hot, and responsive. My growl reverberated against her skin. “So fucking delicious..."

"I want you... so fucking bad," I growled, switching to the other nipple and dragging my tongue in slow, lazy circles, savoring every tremble in her body.

I reached for the neckline of her dress and undid the tiny hook.

The fabric slid down her arms and pooled at her waist. And there she was-bare, radiant, heated with arousal.

light, her breasts

line between them, then lower, letting

glided over her

hold back the sound that tore from

gasped, caught between shock and raw desire-and I saw it in

first, then faster, watching her hips jerk against my hand. Her body moved in sync with mine, as

she moaned,

a finger inside her. Then two. Tight, hot, perfect. My fingers moved with

her breast again,

right at her sweet spot, sending waves

back. "Gabriel..." she whimpered, then winced when I

out. "I missed

with masculine pride. I'd waited

God, she felt unreal.

thumb while thrusting my fingers inside her. She was gasping, rocking

to me," I groaned against her skin. "I want you

arched into me. Her body trembled as I sucked her nipple harder. Her

and fell with every breath, nipples taut, begging for

me. Look at how easily it responds. You can't fight

with defiance-but the

her.

into my hand, chasing the pressure,

felt her close-so close-I locked eyes

belongs to me," I declared, my voice

down hard on her

cried out my name, cursing, shaking apart

there, watching

searched her eyes, hoping to find softness,

shoved at my chest,

she snapped, her voice brittle and

trying to catch

can't

shook her head as

hands fumbled in frustration, like even touching the

forward. "Let

help," she snapped, slapping my

lacing my

my arms-telling me how much you missed me.

me touch you, Clairessa-as my hands claimed you, you cried out my

with mine. "That was a

we

humor, all pain. "Oh, please. Don't act like you don't know. What do you think would've happened if Adrian

My chest tightened.

Fuck.

thought about it...

let my need for her