novelxo Chapter Dad By Oma 74
Clairessa's POV
Chapter 74: Strip For Me
Gabriel's eyes darkened as he stared at me. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice low and serious. His gaze pierced straight through me, like he was searching for any doubt. I could see the struggle in his eyes- he didn't want to take advantage of me, but the desire burning behind his eyes was also impossible to miss.
“I've never been more sure about anything or anyone," I whispered, my breath hitching as the warmth of his touch sent a shiver through me.
That was all he needed. His lips crashed onto mine, and everything else disappeared. His kiss was deep and urgent, making my whole body tremble as I clung to him. My fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate to hold on to the intensity of the moment.
“Clairessa, he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with emotion, “If we do this, there's no going back. You'll belong to me-completely. Your body, your soul, everything. I don't share.”
His possessive words sent shivers through me, but they didn't scare me. If anything, they made me feel wanted in a way I'd never felt before.. "I'm yours," I whispered, gripping onto him tighter.
I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, my breath catching. “I wouldn't want to share you either,” I admitted softly, my heart racing.
His jaw clenched, and for a moment, it looked like he might pull away. But then his hand rose to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly across my skin. The intensity in his eyes softened just enough, though the passion was still there, burning bright. “It'll be just you, Clairessa," he said firmly. “But I can't promise you more."
I understood what his words meant, and a part of me knew I should stop and think about what they meant. But I couldn't. I didn't want to. Tonight wasn't about logic
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or our complicated past. It was about this moment-about us.
“It's enough,” I whispered, and I meant it.
His lips curved into a faint smile, and then he kissed me again, more fervently this time. His arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me off the floor with ease as our mouths moved together, hot and consuming.
My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, my fingers tangling in his hair as he carried me to the bed. The passion burning between us was overwhelming, intoxicating.
When my back hit the soft mattress, I felt his weight shift as he stood at the edge of the bed, towering over me. His dark eyes burned into mine, sending a delicious ache through me.
He didn't say anything as his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. Slowly, he began unbuttoning it, one button at a time. His gaze stayed locked on mine, and every movement of his fingers sent a thrill through
me
My breath hitched as he shrugged off the shirt, revealing his chest. His body was sculpted, every muscle defined like he'd been carved from stone. Broad shoulders, firm pecs, and a set of abs that led down to a sharp V that disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
He looked like a god standing there, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight streaming through the window. My mouth went dry as my eyes roamed over him, drinking in every inch.
But as I stared, a wave of self-consciousness washed over me. Gabriel Storm was experienced, confident, and utterly perfect. And I... I was plain, inexperienced, and unsure of how to act.
Get it together, Clairessa, I scolded myself. I should've been bold, taking charge like women in the movies - doing something seductive-undressing slowly, teasing him, anything but laying here like a freaking log of
wood.
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But instead, my boldness disappeared. My heart pounded harder, not from passion but from nerves.
Shit. I felt panic rise in my chest. I ran a shaky hand across my forehead and pretended to push back a stray hair, as I tried to act sexy, but deep down I was trying to calm my nerves.
The last thing I wanted was for Gabriel to sense my inexperience. I needed to seem confident, at least until it was too late for him to stop.
My gaze darted back to him, landing on the sharp V of his hips and the thick bulge pressing against his pants. My cheeks burned as my tongue swiped out to wet my lips.
“Are you pleased with what you see?” His deep, cocky voice cut through my thoughts, and I realized too late that he'd caught me staring.
Embarrassment flooded me, and I couldn't form words, I nodded instead, feeling my skin heat under his intense gaze.
He smirked, stepping closer to the bed with slow, deliberate strides like a predator closing in on his prey. But instead of fear, all I felt was a burning anticipation that made my entire body ache.
When he reached me, his large hands wrapped around my ankle. Before I could process what was happening, with one firm tug, he slid me down the bed, my body gasping at the sudden movement. A jolt of electricity shot through me as I found myself lying at the edge of the bed, his powerful body standing between my legs.
Gabriel towered over me, his eyes roaming over my body like he was memorizing every curve.
He leaned down, his face just inches from mine, his heat enveloping me. “Clairessa," he murmured, “you're trembling."
I was, but I didn't have the strength to deny it.
He braced his weight on his forearms so he wouldn't crush me. His lips captured mine again, kissing me deeply, hungrily.
skin.
His lips left mine, trailing to my ear. His warm breath teasing me as he whispered, "Do you like this?"
“Yes,” I breathed. My body shivered under his touch, every nerve ending alive with sensation. "How about this?" His lips trailed to the hollow of my neck, where he sucked gently before nipping at my
row!
"Oh... yes," I moaned, my hands running through his hair as my body arched against him.
"I want to taste every inch of your skin,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. His lips and tongue explored my neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “I want to find all your sensitive spots, I want to kiss and stroke every inch of your body until I know what makes you feel the most pleasure.”
His words made my pulse race even faster. I couldn't think, couldn't form coherent thoughts. My body felt like it wasn't my own anymore, like it was completely under his control.
Gabriel pulled back slightly, his fingers grazed my cheek before trailing down to my neck. "You're wearing too much,” he murmured with a teasing smile.
He lifted me into a sitting position and stood tall, his towering frame making me feel small in the best way. His hands slid down the straps of my dress, pushing them off my shoulders. The fabric fell to my arms, and his lips pressed wet kisses across my exposed collarbone.
"You're beautiful," he whispered against my skin. "Your skin is soft, silky... perfect."
His hands worked the fabric lower until my dress fell, revealing my bare breasts to his hungry gaze. His eyes darkened, his expression filled with possessiveness as he stared.
“No bra,” he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. His fingers reached for one of my sensitive nipples, rolling the bud gently between his fingers.
The sensation sent shockwaves through my body, and I couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped my lips. “From this day forward,” he said, his voice commanding, “every inch of your body belongs to me.”
I gasped as he tugged gently, the mix of pleasure and pain making me arch into his touch. The intensity in his eyes was almost scary, but it excited me in a way I couldn't explain.
“Yes,” I panted, my body trembling under his control.
1. me.
"Yes, what?” he pressed, his fingers teasing my nipple again, sending another wave of pleasure through “Yes, Gabriel, my body belongs to you,” I squealed.
A smirk tugged at his lips before he leaned down, his mouth closing over one of my taut peaks.
A shock of pleasure rushed through me as his tongue pressed flat against my sensitive skin, swirling and sucking. His other hand moved to my other breast, softly caressing before tugging gently at the tip. My body arched into his touch, completely out of my control.
He shifted, his lips finding my other breast, teasing my nipple with flicks of his tongue before catching it
lightly between his teeth.
The mix of pleasure and faint pain sent shivers down my spine, leaving me breathless. Each stroke of his tongue, each touch, made me feel like I was falling deeper into something I didn't fully understand.
I moaned, my fingers running through his hair as he continued to adore my body. "Your breasts are perfect," he murmured against my skin. "Soft, luscious, made for my hands."
His big hands cupped me, holding me like I was something precious, something he wanted to savor. "Look how well they fit into my palms,” he gasped, his tone almost possessive as he gave them a firm squeeze. My chest heaved as he lowered his lips again, sucking my nipple deeply into his mouth, his tongue swirling over
the sensitive peak.
I couldn't hold back the cry that escaped me. The sensations he created were nothing like I'd ever felt before. Every touch, every kiss, made me feel alive in a way I didn't think was possible.
Gabriel's mouth left my breast, and I whimpered at the loss. His dark eyes locked onto mine, making me shiver. "I want to see all of you,” he growled, his deep voice sending heat straight through me. His gaze trailed over my skin like a caress, drinking me in. He stepped back just enough to create some space between us.
Before I could say anything, he walked to the sofa and sat down, leaning back like he had all the time in the world. He crossed his legs and looked at me like a king waiting for his queen to perform. “I want you to strip
for me."