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 to

"Then do it."

I breathed. "You really

to react before I pushed gently at

out from under

level, breathless, facing each other like combatants and lovers

leaned in, brushing my lips against his once, twice-slow,

deepened with every soft

my mouth trail down his neck, across his chest, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses that made his

when I stopped just above

innocent only in appearance. "This," I whispered, my voice like silk, "is where I want to

His entire body tensed.

his voice torn between warning

I palmed the thick, hard length straining beneath his pants, and

twitched

up again, my lips curling. "Do

voice almost hoarse.

in a soft, searching kiss

you to let me focus on you," he said roughly. "Tonight should be about

my lips to his chest again, breathing in his scent. "I need

"Do you hate when I'm

him, deadly calm. "No. I hate when you won't

torso, slow and deliberate, until

his pants.

sound that

was, how

every inch of you," I whispered in

me not to stop-because if

in

sides, breath turning ragged,

trying to control

But I wasn't done.

my lips tempting

you come undone, Gabriel."

gripping him

I wasn't the one

gave his length

jerked forward, an unguarded reaction he didn't manage to

groaned low

"You're treading dangerous ground."

the hollow of his throat. "And you love

it his resistance

His control slipping.

And I loved it.