Chapter 71
Althea’s thighs trembled around his shoulders, but he held them apart, keeping her wide open for him. The heat between her legs grew unbearable, each flick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She felt herself unraveling, her body tightening, desperate for release.
The more she moaned, the more he devoured her, his mouth relentless, his hunger for her matched only by his desire to give her pleasure. It was overwhelming, exquisite, and she surrendered completely, lost in the way he worshipped her body.
“Ahhhh,” she cried.
Her release hit hard. The pleasure burst through her in waves, making her body jolt and tremble as his mouth refused to let her go. She cried out, clinging to the sheets, her core tightening around the storm of ecstasy he drew from her.
Gavriel drank in every sound, every movement, until she was left quivering and breathless beneath him. Only then did he lift his head, his lips glistening with her. His eyes were dark, burning with desire as he stood and pulled her fully upright.
He stood before her and took off all his clothes. She unknowingly looked away while still trying to compose her still-trembling body.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice rough with hunger.
Her eyes darted to him just as he freed himself from his last clothing, with his length so hard in front of her. The sight alone made her swallow hard, her pulse racing.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
Althea obeyed, her body still trembling from her release as she knelt before him. His hand rested lightly on her head, possessive yet controlled.
“You should be on your knees like this only for me,” Gavriel growled. “Not for any other man. Just for me—like this p>
She could feel the shift in his tone, the edge of something darker in him. Before he could drift further into that mood, Althea leaned forward and licked him, starting at the tip where his arousal already glistened.
Althea knew she had to act quickly. If she let him linger in this foul mood, it would only worsen. Gavriel was possessive and that was clear as daylight. She wasn’t naive enough not to understand what troubled him. What he couldn’t accept was the sight of her kneeling before Simon. Dıscover more novels at
His breath caught when her tongue traced him, slow and deliberate, tasting him before sliding lower to the base, then back up again.
The taste of him, warm and potent, filled her senses. She licked him again, circling the head, then closed her lips around his tip, sucking gently before taking him deeper into her mouth.
Gavriel’s jaw clenched as he looked down at her, his hand tightening in her hair, his breath rough as he groaned her name.
Althea worked him slowly at first, her tongue teasing his tip before sliding down his length again. She sucked him in deeper, her lips stretching around him, and the low growl that came from Gavriel told her exactly how much he liked it.
“Althea His voice was strained, almost broken, his control slipping with every movement of her mouth.
She drew back only to lick him again, tasting the salty trace of him on her tongue. Then she took him fully, letting him sink deeper into her throat. Her eyes watered slightly, but she held steady, her hands stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach.
Gavriel’s head tilted back, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His grip in her hair tightened, not to force her, but to anchor himself. Every time her lips slid down his length, his hips gave a sharp jerk, betraying how much restraint it cost him not to lose himself too soon.
“You’ll ruin me like this,” he muttered, his voice rough, almost reverent.
Althea hummed softly around him, the vibration making his entire body shudder. She drew back with a wet sound, her lips glistening as she gave him a sly smile, then licked him from base to tip again, swirling her tongue at the head before taking him back into her mouth with deliberate slowness.
The way he groaned her name then—deep, raw, unguarded—made her pulse quicken. She knew she had him, fully undone, fully hers in this moment.
Just as Gavriel felt himself spiraling too close, he suddenly pulled Althea up, his hand fisting gently in her hair as he growled, “Enough.” His voice was ragged, thick with desire.
He hauled her onto the bed, positioning her on all fours before him. The sight of her like that—waiting, trembling, glistening with need—nearly broke his control. Without hesitation, he pressed against her entrance and slid into her in one hard thrust.
Althea gasped, her body arching as he filled her completely. Gavriel gritted his teeth, gripping her hips tightly before rocking into her with powerful strokes. The sound of his hips slapping against her echoed through the chamber, mingling with her breathless moans.
His free hand reached around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in tight circles while his other hand kneaded her breast. Althea’s cries grew louder, her body quivering as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.
“Gavriel!” she gasped, her voice breaking with need.
“You’re mine,” he possessively growled, driving harder, faster, desperate to pour every ounce of himself into her. He bent over, pressing his chest against her back, his lips grazing her ear. “Only mine p>
Unable to resist, he turned her beneath him, pinning her to the bed so he could see her face. His mouth crashed against hers, the kiss fierce and hungry, devouring her moans as his pace never faltered.
Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him deep inside as his tongue tangled with hers. Their bodies moved in sync, desperate, frantic, as the coil inside both of them wound tighter and tighter.
Finally, with a guttural groan, Gavriel drove deep and spilled into her, his climax tearing through him like fire. Althea cried out beneath him, shuddering as her release came with his, her nails digging into his back while she clung to him.
They stayed like that, locked together, kissing until every last tremor left their bodies.