Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 217: Getting Him To Loose Control

Clairessa - POV

I couldn't breathe.

Not properly—not with the way my body still trembled from the aftershock of my climax.

Gabriel's mouth had always driven me mad-but not like this. Never like this.

Or maybe it was because I'd been starved from the pleasure only he could give for so long, everything felt so different, almost like I was floating.

It was as if he'd memorized every inch of me and then decided to rewrite the story. Like he wanted me to know he still remembered every inch of me, every nerve, every gasp I'd ever given him, and was determined to draw them out of me again.

My hips had bucked against his mouth until I lost all sense of pride, of resistance. I'd begged him. Me. Begged.

Despite promising myself I'd never let him see me fold, I still welcomed him into my bed. He left me with little to no chance to win with that tongue of his kissing, stroking, swirling around every inch of my heat.

And now, I was wrecked-my limbs heavy.

My skin tingled, hypersensitive, like every nerve had woken from the dead.

He was hungry. Possessive. And the worst part?

I'd missed it. God, I'd missed him. And I was no longer ashamed to admit it.

The moment I came apart on his tongue, something shattered loose inside me—a wild, raw, reckless passion that refused to fade, leaving me desperate for more. I wanted to see him lose control.

Gabriel, the man who ruled every moment. The man who could strip me bare with one look and still never give me more than what he allowed. He'd never let me have that power.

But tonight...

Tonight, I wanted him to give in.

To me.

He hovered over me, lips brushing mine, his hands still braced on either side of

my hips like he was the one holding back. His eyes were dark, mouth kiss- swollen, breath heavy.

"I'm here," he murmured low. "Take me."

I traced his bottom lip with my finger and tilted my head.

"No," I whispered. "You don't get it."

His brow arched. "Then explain it to me."

"I don't want to take you," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his

want

"Then do it."

I breathed. "You really don't get

I pushed gently at his

out from under him,

bed now, eye level, breathless, facing each other

my lips against his

deepened with every soft moan caught between

my mouth trail down his neck, across his chest, leaving

breath hitched when I stopped just

in appearance. "This,"

His entire body tensed.

his voice torn between warning and

hard length straining beneath his pants, and he hissed through his

twitched in my

lips curling. "Do you like

swallowed hard, his voice almost

a soft, searching kiss like

focus on

lips to his chest again, breathing in

jaw locking. "Do you hate

calm. "No. I hate

slow and

his pants.

under my touch, the sound

tighter, feeling how big he was, how hard.

inch of you," I whispered in his ear, my lips

me not to stop-because if I did, your body might combust from

in

sides, breath turning ragged, chest rising

to control

But I wasn't done.

my lips

come undone, Gabriel." My hand

him

I wasn't the

gave his length a

unguarded

groaned low in his

"You're treading dangerous ground."

the hollow of his throat.

it his resistance

His control slipping.

And I loved it.