Chapter 153
Althea blinked rapidly, still processing everything p>
“I’m a Lycan, Althea,” Gavriel said with a faint, amused smirk tugging at his lips. “And most Lycans don’t really follow the rules p>
Her eyes widened even more, disbelief continued flickering across her face. “No way. Since when could you p>
Gavriel’s quiet chuckle cut her off. His thumb brushed softly over her cheek as he spoke, his tone calm and warm. “Don’t worry, I don’t feel everything. Only when your emotions are strong enough to reach me p>
He paused, his gaze steady on her. “That’s how I know when you’re being genuine… when you care. Even when you’re scared or angry, I can feel that, too at times p>
Before she could respond, Gavriel leaned closer and kissed her gently, just a light brush of his lips against hers that made her heart skip.
“And every time I feel it,” he murmured, his breath warm against her mouth, “you drive me a little more insane. I’ve tried to deny it, to fight what I feel for you, but I always fail p>
His words sank deep, and Althea’s heart trembled as if echoing the truth she could now feel pulsing through their bond.
She was completely speechless, but her eyes softened. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Gavriel’s neck, pulling him closer and pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Their kiss deepened, and she felt his hand slip under her dress. Then came the sharp sound of fabric tearing, her underwear giving way.
Her body moved on its own, spreading her legs wide for him. Their lips remained locked, and she gasped as she felt Gavriel’s hard length pressing against her folds, brushing against them teasingly. Her body trembled with need, moving her hips to show him how ready she was.
There was no need for foreplay; the kiss, the touch, the rush of emotions, it was more than enough. Then, in one swift motion, he thrust deep inside her.
She gasped at the familiar sensation she always craved for.
“Oh, Althea,” he murmured, releasing her lips just long enough to look at her, drinking in every expression on her face as he moved inside her. His thrusts were steady, deliberate—not rushed, but deep and precise, filling her completely.
Each movement made her tremble, a delicious tension building between them that was impossible to resist.
Althea bit her lower lip, gasping as he moved in and out. “Feels… so good,” she whispered, trembling with every stroke. The mate bond made everything sharper, more intense. She could feel his desire, his need, flowing into her, and it made her shiver.
Before she knew it, tears were slipping down her cheeks, surprising her with how overwhelming it felt.
Gavriel noticed instantly. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to each tear, his lips warm and soothing against her skin. The simple tenderness sent a fresh wave of shivers through her. “Shh,” he murmured against her temple, his voice low and steady. “I’m right here, Althea. Always p>
His words were like fire and safety at the same time, and it made her cling to him harder, her nails digging into his shoulders as he pushed deeper. His pace began to quicken gradually, but it was still controlled…powerful yet careful, as if he were in perfect tune with her body.
Every movement of his drew a moan from her lips, every motion pressing her closer into him. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and her entire body felt alive, humming with sensation.
Time seemed to vanish around them. Gavriel tore her dress apart, and their bodies pressed together, skin against skin. He was so warm, and every inch of her felt it. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ
Gavriel’s hands roamed over her back, over her curves, pulling her impossibly close. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper with every thrust. She could feel the strength in him, the certainty in his movements, and it made her feel protected and desired all at once. It was dizzying, intoxicating, and she didn’t want it to end.
“Gavriel,” she lost count how many times she moaned his name.
“I want to stay right here,” he groaned, voice low and rough. “Hot and warm… all yours.” His hands gripped her hips, guiding her with every motion, each movement designed to make her melt against him.
She could feel how much he wanted her, how much he needed her, and it made her need him even more. She felt herself melt against him, giving herself entirely, without hesitation.
The sensations built quickly. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps. Every brush of his skin, every pressure, every shiver brought her closer.
“Althea… you’re mine,” he whispered urgently, moving with her until they both trembled. The mate bond pulsed between them, amplifying every gasp, every cry, every shiver. She felt it—all of him—and it drove her wild.
Then it came… a surge of heat and release so strong her body shook uncontrollably.
“Ahhhh… Gavriel!” she cried, trembling, gasping, clinging to him. Her muscles clenched around him as pleasure ripped through her, leaving her breathless.
He groaned, moving one last time to follow her over the edge. “Urggg… yes… mine… right here with you,” he said, voice rough, trembling with release. His body stiffened, then relaxed, still inside her.
They collapsed against each other, hearts pounding, bodies slick and quivering. Althea rested her forehead on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. Gavriel brushed her hair from her face and kissed her softly.
“You’re all mine, Althea,” he whispered. “All of you p>
She shivered in response, knowing, without a doubt, that she belonged to him as much as he belonged to her now. And for the first time, she truly understood the bond between them. It wasn’t just lust. It wasn’t just passion. It was trust, it was surrender, it was a deep, unbreakable connection that left them both gasping, trembling, and desperate for more p>
Althea took a deep breath, gathering her courage. She lifted her head to meet Gavriel’s gaze and whispered, “I love you p>