FULL NOVELXO Chapter Dad By Oma 98
Chapter 98: Getting On All Fours For Him
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Clairessa's POV Gabriel's eyes darkened, anger flashing within them at my rejection. Then, slowly, they began to roam over my body, drinking me in, shamelessly. His expression shifted-desire burning, raw and unfiltered. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the heat radiating from him. "Take off your clothes." My breath hitched. My eyes widened as I took a step back. "What?" "You heard me, Clairessa." Are you being serious?" I asked in disbelief at his request-Gabriel had truly lost his mind. "We need to talk about what happened at the club, your outburst- instead, you want to have sex?” “Come here,” he commanded, wrapping his hand around my waist and ignoring everything I had just said. "No... I won't," I shouted, forcefully breaking free from his hold and stepping a good distance away. “Clairessa,” he growled, as though holding back something raw inside him. “This isn't the time to be stubborn." "I'm being stubborn?" I scoffed, shocked by his double standards. “You know what?” I lifted my chin, my gaze locking onto his in defiance. “Make me.” In a flash, Gabriel bridged the gap, his arms locking around me like iron bands. His body pressed deeply against mine as he claimed my lips. A startled moan escaped me as I tried to fight back and push against his chest, trying to create space and fight the fire raging between us. But it was useless. He was stronger, and the feel of his lips against mine was fierce, possessive, and delicious-and I was drowning in him. I tried to resist. I tried to push him away, but his lips were demanding, exploring my mouth and preventing me from letting go as I finally surrendered to him. Then he groaned into my mouth, a deep, tortured sound that sent a violent shiver down my spine. My fingers, instead of shoving him back, curled into his shirt. "You want us to talk..." His voice was husky, his lips trailing a slow path down my neck. I gasped as his teeth grazed my pulse point, his tongue stroking over the spot before sucking it between his lips. “Yes... please talk to me..." My words barely formed, coming out as a breathless plea rather than a demand. “This is how I want to talk..." His eyes met mine, dark and smoldering, before he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses along my cleavage. Each kiss burned, making my body crave more wherever his mouth touched. "I want to speak with my hands..." he breathed against my skin, his fingers brushing over one nipple that strained against the thin dress. The light touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, my body betraying me as my back arched toward him. "Then with my mouth..." A shudder tore through me as his lips closed over one nipple, his tongue swirling, teasing, torturing-while his fingers found the other, twisting and rolling the sensitive peak. My body writhed beneath him, and I felt a throbbing ache between my thighs. His hands slid lower, trailing over my curves, tracing my shape through the sheer dress. Each touch sent my head spinning. His movements were intentional, designed to leave me desperate and begging for him to take me. He grabbed my hips, before cupping my ass firmly, kneading the soft flesh as he pulled me even closer. His thick, hardened length pressed into my core, sending shockwaves through me. I gasped, feeling every nerve in my body fire. I felt how much he wanted me. I felt the raw, unfiltered need coursing through him. “And then I want to move inside you.......” His voice was rough, nearly a growl, as he ground against me, sending another wave of heat crashing through my body. "Driving you wild with pleasure... so you know you're mine. And mine alone.” “Gabriel... I... don't know.....” My voice was a tangled mess of confusion and desire. I wanted to say no. I needed to stop this. But then his lips were on mine again—hard, demanding, consuming. I felt his desperation. I felt his need—as if he couldn't survive another minute without me. I didn't know if this was his way of coping, but... "Let me show you just how much I need you...” he breathed, his lips brushing over mine, his eyes burning into me. I trembled as his fingers slid beneath my dress, massaging my inner thighs, exploring every inch of my skin, inching closer and closer until he reached the place that ached for him the most. “I need this. I need you now..." His voice was both a plea and a command. He gripped my core firmly, his touch heated and bold, as he felt how wet I was for him. There was no use denying what he already knew. “I need you too..." The words left me in a breathless gasp, my head falling back as his lips found my nipple once more. His fingers caressed and stroked the other peak until-A wild cry tore from my lips as his touch brushed against my clit, sending my body into a frenzied spiral of pleasure. “Now take off your clothes." His command had me gasping, my breaths coming in
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Chapter 98: Getting On All Fours For Him
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shallow pants. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. It felt as if I were hypnotized. My limbs grew weak, no longer my own to control. Gabriel Storm owned me. I had no more fight left in me. My hands shook as I reached for the strap of my dress and began sliding it off slowly. It stopped around my hips, and I wiggled, letting it glide down my legs until it pooled at my feet. Stepping out of it, I stood in just my red bra and panties. The ache between my legs only intensified, the pressure unbearable. I clenched my thighs together, trying in vain to dull the need building inside me. With trembling hands, I reached behind my back, unhooking my bra. The straps slid down my arms, the lace falling away, revealing my perky breast to his hungry gaze. My fingers hovered at the waistband of my panties, my breath shaky, my body trembling with anticipation. Then, with one slow movement, I pushed them down, letting them slip past my hips, down my thighs, onto the floor. Now, I stood before him-completely naked. Gabriel stayed silent, his intense gaze drinking in every inch of my exposed skin. His eyes swept slowly from my feet to my thighs, pausing at the wetness between them before moving upward. His pupils dilated as his eyes dragged over my breasts and finally locked onto my face. He looked at me with pure appreciation-as if I were the most beautiful-and, hell, the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes on. His stare was intoxicating, making my skin tingle as sparks coursed beneath my flesh. A slow trickle of wetness slid down my inner thigh. I wasn't supposed to want him this badly. It shouldn't ache this much. But it did. I needed him just as much as he needed me. He had kept me waiting, aching, desperate for his command. And then his dark voice broke through: "Get on all fours?"