Chapter 111
Althea stirred faintly, her brows knitting as a strange wet warmth brushed against her neck. A low hum escaped her lips before she realized it wasn’t a dream. Someone was licking her skin.
Her eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep, the morning light spilling faintly through the curtains. The air was quiet except for the soft sound of breathing beside her.
She turned slightly and froze.
Gavriel’s face was close, too close. His mouth hovered at the curve of her shoulder, his tongue tracing the faint mark he’d left the night before. His hair was messy, his expression unreadable, but there was something darkly amused glinting in his eyes.
Her pulse jumped. “What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice barely audible, half caught between embarrassment and disbelief.
He didn’t stop. The rough scrape of his tongue moved lower, following the line of her collarbone. “Waking you up,” he murmured against her skin, his tone low and husky, like a man fully aware of the effect he had on her.
Althea sucked in a shaky breath, instinctively pulling the blanket up to her chest, but he caught it before she could cover herself completely. His hand pressed lightly against her stomach, holding her still.
Her breath hitched as Gavriel’s lips traced down her neck, leaving a trail of heat wherever he touched. His movements were slow, deliberate, meant to drive her out of control. When his mouth found the soft curve of her chest, a small cry escaped her lips.
Her fingers buried themselves in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. Every kiss, every teasing flick of his tongue made her tremble.
“Gavriel she whispered, her voice breaking somewhere between a plea and a sigh.
He chuckled low against her skin, his tone husky and rich. “You sound like you’re asking for mercy p>
“I’m not,” she breathed, though her body betrayed her, arching into him as heat coursed through her veins.
Then she froze for a moment, remembering that soft, rare smile Gavriel had given her earlier. It wasn’t his usual smirk of dominance or amusement—it was genuine. And it made her heart race, beating wildly against her ribs as if it wanted to escape.
She wanted to tease him, to regain control, but her resolve faltered when his mouth found her skin again. A tremor ran through her as his lips closed around her nipple, his tongue drawing circles that left her breathless. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to suppress the sound that threatened to escape, but a small gasp still slipped out.
His hand slid to her other breast, fingers skillfully teasing, kneading, drawing pleasure from her body as if he already knew every spot that made her melt.
The sensations from last night were still raw, and now they returned with vengeance, coiling deep inside her.
Unable to resist, she spread her legs wider, welcoming him between her thighs. The warmth of his body pressed perfectly against hers, their breaths mingling in the heated air. Dıscover more novels at.net
“Let me remind you how you cried my name nonstop last night,” Gavriel murmured against her skin.
Last night it was the same, but now everything was clearer. The haze of wine was gone—what remained was raw, undeniable awareness. She could see him fully now, the intensity in his eyes, the warmth of his breath, the way he looked at her as if she were something precious and dangerous all at once.
Heat pooled deep within her belly. Gavriel’s lips brushed lower, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of burning kisses down her stomach. Her breath hitched, fingers instinctively gripping the sheets as his mouth hovered near the ache between her thighs.
He looked up at her once—his eyes dark and possessive. Then his lips found her sensitive flower, kissing it softly at first, teasing. A low moan escaped her, and her body trembled beneath his touch.
He kissed her there again, with slow devotion that made her toes curl, the rhythm of his mouth both tender and consuming.
Althea’s back arched as he deepened the motion, each movement drawing her closer to the edge she could barely hold back from. Her breaths came in broken whimpers, his name leaving her lips like a prayer she couldn’t stop repeating till she broke from the high.
When he finally looked up, his mouth glistened faintly, his expression both proud and hungry. “Now,” he murmured, voice rough with desire, “you remember p>
Althea gulped, still panting and trembling from her release. Gavriel crawled up and kissed her, letting her have a taste of herself early in the morning. Muffled moans escaped her mouth as he thrust deep inside her. He moved slowly and gently in and out, making her body arch.
Her body moved with his. Gavriel’s breath grew heavier as their rhythm deepened, his control slipping with every shared gasp. The tension between them rose, coiling tighter, until each movement drew a trembling sound from her lips.
He pressed his forehead against hers, eyes dark, filled with unquenchable desire. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice rough and possessive.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders as their pace grew more urgent, every movement drawing her closer to the edge. The warmth building between them grew until it was too much to hold.
When it finally broke, the world seemed to fall away. Althea’s cry was swallowed by his kiss as he held her tightly, both of them trembling through the aftershocks.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was their uneven breathing and the faint rustle of sheets around them.
Then, unexpectedly, Althea’s stomach grumbled.
The sound broke the heavy silence, and she froze in embarrassment. Gavriel raised an eyebrow, still hovering above her, his lips curving into a dark smirk.
“Hungry already?” he drawled, his tone teasing yet commanding. “After everything we just did, I’m not surprised p>
Althea’s cheeks burned. “That’s not p>
He silenced her with a low chuckle and brushed his thumb across her swollen lips. “No excuses,” he said, his voice deep and firm. “You’ll eat before I decide I’m not done with you yet p>
Her breath caught, unsure if he was joking. But the look in his eyes—half amusement, half hunger—told her he meant every word.