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apter 79: Would He Fit
Chapter 79: Would He Fit
Clairessa's POV Gabriel's eyes darkened as he lifted me off the floor, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. My arms clung to his broad shoulders as he carried me into the yacht's cabin. He set me down on the soft mattress. For a brief moment, he stood still, his dark, smoldering eyes locked onto mine. Then, he took a step back, creating a small, tantalizing distance between us. His gaze never left mine as his hands moved to the buttons of his shirt. This time, I saw a desperation in his eyes I hadn't seen before as he ripped his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. I swallowed hard, my eyes fixed on him. His chiseled chest and defined abs seemed sculpted by God himself. The way his muscles flexed with every small movement made my breath hitch. Gabriel's hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. His trousers slid down, leaving him in nothing but his briefs. My pulse quickened, my eyes glued to the thick bulge straining against the fabric. And then, the briefs came off. My mouth went dry as he stood before me, completely naked. Gabriel was breathtaking Every inch of him screamed power and dominance-from his broad shoulders to the thick, veiny cock standing proudly erect. My gaze trailed over his length, utterly captivated. I couldn't tear my eyes away. Gabriel began stroking himself slowly, his smoldering gaze fixed on mine. “Clairessa... tonight, I'm going to be rough with you,” he groaned. Gabriel's words sent a shiver through, making me partly afraid but also aching with a burning need. My eyes remained glued to his cock-thick, hard, and impossibly tempting. The way his hand intentionally moved over it made my core clench with need. I wanted to touch him, to wrap my hands around him, and give him even more pleasure than he had ever given me. “Clairessa,” he murmured, his tone softer but no less commanding. “I need to hear you say you're okay with this. I need you to want this as much as I do." I nodded quickly, my throat too tight with desire to form words. But Gabriel wasn't satisfied with a simple nod–he needed to hear me say it. “Say it,” he urged, his dark gaze locking onto mine. “It's... okay," I finally gasped, my voice breathy and trembling. His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Good." Satisfied, Gabriel climbed onto the bed and hovered over me, his weight braced on his forearms. His body radiated heat, and I couldn't stop my breathing from quickening as his hard length brushed against my thigh. His lips crashed onto mine. searing and demanding. His kiss was wild, devouring, pulling me deeper into him. My hands instinctively found their way to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as our tongues tangled, each kiss growing more desperate. Gabriel's hands slid to the straps of my dress, impatiently tugging them down my shoulders. The fabric slipped lower, exposing my breasts to his hungry gaze. His dark eyes drank me in, his lips curving into a cocky smirk. He cupped my breasts roughly, his strong hands claiming me like I was his alone. His thumbs tugged at my nipples, sending a bittersweet sensation straight to my core. to my core. I gasped, my body arching into him as a soft moan escaped my lips. "You're perfect,” he growled, filled with reverence. “Every inch of you." There were those sweet praises again, making me feel needed and wanted. Would it always be like this? My thoughts were cut short when his mouth closed over one of my nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before sucking it hard. The heat of his mouth burned through me, and when his teeth grazed my skin, I trembled uncontrollably. My back lifted off the bed, desperate for more. He moved lower, his hands sliding down to the ber of my dress. In one swift, rough motion, he yanked it down. There was no hesitation or teasing this time. His voice was ragged as he growled, “Spread your legs for me." My thighs parted on instinct, my body obeying his command before my mind could catch up. His hands slid under my panties, and with a firm pull, he ripped it apart like it was nothing. The sound of tearing fabric made my heart race, my breath catching in my throat “Gabriel.” I whispered, unsure if it was a plea or a warning. My voice shook, but he didn't stop. I wanted to tell him the truth, that I'd lied earlier that this was my first time. But the words were stuck in my throat. Fear and excitement combined together inside me but I couldn't ruin the moment. Gabriel moved between my legs, his thick cock pressing against my wet folds. The heat of him was overwhelming, making my hips lift toward him without thinking I was aching, desperate, but I didn't know if I was ready. His wild eyes locked onto mine, his chest heaving as if he could barely control himself. All traces of tenderness had disappeared, replaced by raw,
Chapter 79: Would He Fit
primal hunger. His grip on my thighs tightened as stroked his hard cock against my clit, sending tremors through me. Before the sensations could fully take hold, Gabriel lifted my legs and wrapped them securely around his waist. "I need you,” he rasped, his voice filled with desperation. Fear shot through me as I felt the thick head of his cock nudged against my entrance. My breath hitched. He was so big-too big. My mouth fell open, forming an "O,” as I struggled to see how he would fit inside me. Gabriel thrust into me hard and fast. A body shattering, searing pain tore through me, and I cried out, my nails digging into the sheets. Tears welled
up in my eyes as my body stretched to take him, the fullness too sudden and excruciating. Gabriel froze, his eyes widening as he heard my cry. The desperation in his face disappeared, replaced by shock. He looked down at me, realization dawning in his dark, stormy gaze. “You're... a fucking virgin?"
She's a bloody virgin.