Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 213

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.

Her caramel skin gleamed under the dim light, her breasts full and perfect, nipples red from my mouth.

I kissed down the line between them, then lower, letting my hand glide down her stomach, slipping into her panties.

My fingers glided over her folds.

Damn, she was drenched. I could barely hold back the sound that tore from my throat as I ripped the flimsy material from her.

She gasped, caught between shock and raw desire—and I saw it in her eyes.

The hunger. The need.

I stroked her clit, slow at first, then faster, watching her hips jerk against my hand. Her body moved in sync with mine, as if she'd been waiting—aching—for this just as long.

“Gabriel…” she moaned, legs trembling.

I slid a finger inside her. Then two. Tight, hot, perfect. My fingers moved with practiced precision, stretching her out, riding her in slow, maddening strokes.

My mouth found its way back to her breast again, sucking her nipple while I stroked her simultaneously.

“Tell me how this makes you feel,” I murmured, curling just right at her sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Her head fell back. “Gabriel…” she whimpered, then winced when I added the third finger, riding her deeper, faster.

“So fucking good,” she cried out. “I missed this—I missed you.”

The confession undid me. My heart thundered with masculine pride. I'd waited so long to hear that.

God, she felt unreal.

I worked her with both hands—stroking her clit with my thumb while thrusting my fingers inside her. She was gasping, rocking against me, moaning louder, losing control.

“This is what you do to me,” I groaned against her skin. “I want you so bad it hurts.”

She arched into me. Her body trembled as I sucked her nipple harder. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, nipples taut, begging for more.

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