Chapter 109
Gavriel’s low chuckle vibrated through the air, dark and teasing. Althea raised an eyebrow at him and, with a pout, reiterated, “It’s really big, and what’s funny about that? I really wonder how it even fits inside of me.” Google seaʀᴄh.net
She was too adorable when drunk, saying nonsense things like that and acting like a child while her face was so red.
“Come here,” he said, his voice deepening. “Let me remind you how perfectly we fit, my little mate p>
She released a big sigh but then obeyed and sat on his lap. Gavriel groaned in pleasure the moment he felt her already moist core brush against his thick shaft.
He pulled her close and licked her earlobe as he whispered, “Look at you… you’re already wet and eagerly waiting for me to bury myself hilt-deep inside you p>
She brushed herself against his hardness, then moaned, “Ahm, feels good p>
Gavriel already lost it and grabbed her hips, guiding them to have his length slide inside of her. Althea followed and hummed as she slowly descended and had him fully inside of her. Her body trembled above him, and she started bouncing up and down slowly on top of him.
“See how perfectly I fit inside your warmth,” Gavriel muttered. “Althea, you’re so p>
“You talk too much,” Althea cut him off before slamming her lips against his, not letting him talk at all but making Gavriel stifle pleasurable moans inside her mouth as she started circling her hips and riding him back and forth.
He let her lead and do whatever movements could please her. He was way too close to his climax, but he waited until Althea reached hers first. It was unlike him at all with Rizza and Ava… he usually wouldn’t care as long as he felt pleased. With Althea, everything was different.
Althea clung to him, her fingers tangling in his hair as their bodies moved in perfect rhythm.
“You’re driving me to the edge,” he grunted when she finally released his lips, only to tilt her head back as she moved faster and harder, making sure he was deep inside her.
Gavriel pulled the strap of her dress down enough for him to palm her breasts and leaned to playfully lick her taut nipples alternately. Then he suckled and fed on them like a newborn baby, and that seemed to fuel Althea. Her hands grabbed his hair as her movements became more frantic, chasing her release.
“Ahhh, Gavriel… a bit more. I want you inside so deep of me a bit longer like this,” she feverishly uttered, biting her lips while she stared at him. Gavriel smirked, although his control was close to snapping just from feeling her loose and so bold like that.
With dilated pupils, she demanded, “Kiss me.” He growled and then took her lips hungrily, suckling her lower and upper lips until they were swollen before sliding his tongue inside to make her breathless as he pounded deep, the same way she was taking him all in.
“So close,” she cried, and he felt her inner walls clenching around him. Gavriel groaned and moved his hips to meet her rhythm with deep thrusts, and together their bodies convulsed, with Althea milking him with her release while he let all his warm juices spill deep inside her.
They were both panting as her trembling body fell against his chest. He hugged her tightly while burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.
“We should go back to our bedchamber. This is still Abner’s dining hall—” Gavriel murmured in his hoarse voice. She was so warm inside, and he was still inside her. He was still too hard, and he wanted more of her. But continuing inside Abner’s dining hall would definitely be inappropriate.
Althea pulled back and looked at him with a wide grin. “Alright then p>
Before Gavriel could react, she suddenly stood, snatched her undergarments, and slipped them on in a rush. She adjusted the strap of her dress, mischief flashing in her eyes.
“Catch me!” she laughed, darting toward the door.
For a moment, Gavriel just blinked, stunned by her sudden burst of energy. Then he muttered a low curse, tugged on his trousers, and ran after her.
Althea’s laughter echoed down the hallway as she ran through the dim corridor. Her dress fluttered behind her, and she nearly stumbled when her foot caught on the edge of the rug.
Before she could fall, Gavriel’s strong arms wrapped around her waist.
“Got you,” Gavriel murmured against her ear, steadying her with ease.
Althea giggled, breathless. “You’re too fast,” she said, looking up at him.
He gave her a look that was half amusement, half scolding. “You were about to hurt yourself p>
“Then carry me,” she teased, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck.
Gavriel smirked and lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. But Althea wriggled and shook her head. “No! I want to cling to your back instead p>
He raised an eyebrow. “My back p>
“Yes,” she insisted with a pout. “Carry me like you would a child p>
Gavriel let out a deep sigh, clearly trying not to smile. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, turning around so she could climb on.
Althea giggled again and climbed onto his back, looping her arms around his shoulders and resting her cheek against him. “See? This is better p>
He adjusted his grip on her legs and started walking down the hall. “You’re lucky I have patience tonight,” he said in a low voice.
“I know,” she murmured softly, smiling as she gave his cheek a quick peck. “Thank you for being patient, My King. How about showing a bit more generosity and letting me stay here a little longer p>
Gavriel’s brow lifted slightly. “And why would you want to stay here?” he asked, his voice gentler than before.
Althea sighed deeply, a yawn slipping out soon after. “They’re kind to me,” she murmured, her words slurred with drowsiness. “Everyone I’ve met so far—they think of me kindly. When I read their thoughts, I could tell they’re genuine. They don’t judge me or see me as Cain’s daughter… they see me as myself p>
Her voice grew faint, fading into the still air as sleep began to claim her.
Gavriel looked down at her peaceful face, faintly lit by the soft glow of the corridor lamps. His expression eased, the hardness in his features melting away. “Troublesome woman,” he whispered, though there was a quiet fondness in his tone as he carried her back toward their chamber.