Chapter 201
I’m Close
Althea leaned in, kissing him slowly, deep, unhurried while her fingers sliding into his hair.
Gavriel kissed her back with a hunger that made her body tremble, his hands roaming up her spine, pulling her closer as if he needed her warmth to stay sane.
She shifted her hips once more, letting him feel how ready she was. He groaned into her mouth, one hand gripping her hip while the other guided her just enough for her to slowly sink onto him.
A soft, helpless sound escaped her as he filled her, her walls tightening around the sudden stretch. Gavriel’s breath stuttered, forehead pressing to her shoulder as he held her still for a heartbeat.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured against her skin, his voice strained.
“It’s perfect,” she breathed, curling her arms around him as her body adjusted to his size. “You feel… perfect.”
He raised his head, eyes burning into hers with a look that made her heart skip. Then his lips found hers again, slower this time, deeper. She began to move gently, rolling her hips in small, seeking motions. The pleasure unfurled through her in warm waves, her breath catching each time she felt him slide deeper.
Gavriel matched her rhythm, hands guiding her movements, his groans vibrating against her lips each time she tightened around him. She cupped his jaw, their foreheads touching, their breaths mingling.
“Gavriel…” she whispered, her voice trembling with rising need.
“I’m here,” he murmured, kissing her again, his hands pulling her closer as their bodies moved together in a steady, building rhythm.
Her thighs tightened around him as another wave of pleasure surged, stronger than the last.
She clung to him, her breath breaking, her body trembling as heat gathered low in her belly, spiraling tighter and tighter.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, voice almost a whimper. “Please… don’t stop.”
And Gavriel didn’t.
Gavriel tightened his hold on her hips, his control finally slipping. He guided her down on him again, making her feel every inch of him. Althea let out a soft, shaking breath as he filled her completely, her body clenching around him in pure need.
When she lifted herself slightly, he slid out of her just enough to make her gasp—then she sank back down, and the pleasure rippled through her so intensely it made her toes curl.
Gavriel groaned, his head falling back for a brief second before he caught her hips and moved her again, this time a little harder. The sound she made—half plea, half broken moan—seemed to push him over the edge of restraint.
He thrust up into her, slow but deep enough to steal her breath.
“Gavriel… oh—” Her voice cracked as he pulled out and pushed in again, harder this time.
The friction sent sparks down her spine, her thighs shaking as she clung to his shoulders.
“You feel so good,” he rasped, kissing her jaw, her throat, anywhere his lips could reach. “You’re so warm around me.”
She moved with him, her hips rolling in a rhythm that made their breaths tangle. Every time he slid out, her body tightened in anticipation; every time he thrust back in, deeper and more deliberate, her voice hitched in a helpless little cry.
The pace grew faster—still guided by his hands, but driven by her need. Their bodies met again and again, skin to skin, each movement sending another wave of heat through her. His thrusts grew stronger, the deep strokes hitting a spot inside her that made her entire body tremble.
“Gavriel—harder,” she whispered against his ear, her fingers digging into his back.
He groaned, the sound dark and raw, and he gave her exactly what she asked for. His hips snapped up into her, deeper, harder, the kind of rhythm that made her gasp with every slide of his length.
She held onto him, breath breaking, her body tightening more and more with every thrust. Heat coiled low in her belly, building fast, building too much.
“Althea,” he breathed, gripping her waist with both hands now as he thrust up into her again, deep enough to make her cry out. “You’re close.”
She nodded, unable to form words, her body trembling uncontrollably as pleasure surged through her.
“Let go,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder as he drove into her again—harder, deeper, perfectly angled. “Come for me.”
Her release hit her all at once.
Her body tightened around him, her breath breaking into soft cries as the sensation swept through her, warm and overwhelming. She clung to him, her hips trembling as he kept moving, working her through the waves of her climax.
And Gavriel wasn’t far behind.
Althea was still trembling around him, her breath uneven as the last waves of her release pulsed through her. Gavriel held her against him, his hands steadying her hips, but he didn’t stop moving—slow at first, then gradually building his pace again as her tight warmth clenched around him.
The feeling dragged a deep groan from his throat.
“Althea… you’re squeezing me so hard,” he rasped, his voice thick with need.
She gasped softly, still shuddering from her climax, but she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed closer, her lips brushing his ear.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice breathless but sure. “I want to feel you come.”
That was all it took.
Gavriel’s control finally shattered. His grip tightened on her hips as he thrust up into her again—harder, deeper, driving himself into the soft, sensitive heat of her body. She felt every slide, every pulse of his arousal as he moved inside her with a raw, urgent rhythm.
Her breath caught when he angled his hips just right, hitting deep enough to make her whimper. She pulled him closer, her fingers sliding into his hair, her forehead resting against his.
“Gavriel…” she murmured, barely holding herself steady as he kept thrusting into her.
His breathing grew rough, each inhale shaky as he chased the edge he’d been fighting. His hands roamed her back, then her waist, pulling her down hard against him as he drove deeper inside her.
“I’m close,” he whispered, the words strained, almost desperate.