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.

gleamed under the dim light, her breasts full and perfect, nipples red from

down the line between them, then lower, letting my hand glide down

fingers glided over her

back the sound that tore from my throat as I ripped the flimsy

desire-and I saw it in her

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

she moaned,

Then two. Tight, hot, perfect. My fingers moved with practiced precision, stretching her out, riding her in slow, maddening

back to her breast again, sucking her

me how this makes you feel," I murmured, curling just right at her sweet spot,

whimpered, then winced when I added the third

out. "I

me. My heart thundered with masculine pride. I'd

God, she felt unreal.

both hands-stroking her clit with my thumb while thrusting my fingers inside her. She was gasping, rocking against me, moaning

groaned against her skin. "I

trembled as I

breath, nipples taut,

"Your body remembers me. Look at how easily it responds. You can't

burned with defiance-but the sounds spilling from her

her.

didn't push me away. Her hips ground into

close-so close-I locked eyes

to me," I declared, my voice rough,

on her clit, stroking

as she cried out

there,

the climax had passed, I searched her eyes, hoping to find softness, hope -anything-but what

shoved at my

me," she snapped, her

ragged, trying to catch my balance. "Why are

can't fake what just

shook her head as she

over her neck, yanking the neckline of her dress up. Her hands fumbled in

forward.

slapping my hand away. "This was a

jaw tightened. "A mistake?" I echoed, disbelief lacing my voice as I

ago, you were in my arms-telling me how much you missed

you cried

gaze with mine. "That was a

do we have

don't know. What do you think would've happened if Adrian walked in on

My chest tightened.

Fuck.

I'd thought about it... once.

my need for