Chapter 202 Don’t Stop
Althea held his face between her hands, her lips brushing his as she whispered, “I want it. All of it. Come inside me.”
A low, guttural sound escaped him—raw and uncontrollable.
He thrust into her once… twice… a final, deep stroke that pushed a sharp cry from her lips.
Then his entire body tensed beneath her as his release hit him hard. He buried his face against her neck, groaning her name as he pulsed deep inside her, each wave making his grip tighten around her waist.
Althea felt the warmth of him spreading within her, each pulse of his release sending another shiver through her overstimulated body. She held him close, her fingers stroking the back of his head as he rode out the last of it, his breaths uneven and hot against her skin.
Slowly, his movements stilled. Gavriel exhaled, a long, shaky breath against her shoulder.
“Althea…” he murmured, softer now, almost reverent.
She kissed the side of his jaw gently, her hand trailing down his back. “I’m right here.”
And for a long moment, neither of them moved, just holding each other, breathing each other in, letting the warmth between them settle into something deeper.
Their bodies were still joined, her breath warm against his ear as she held him close. Gavriel slowly leaned back, his hands gliding up her body as if he needed to touch every part of her to believe she was real.
Althea shivered when his palms cupped her waist, then slid higher, tracing the shape of her ribs until he gently brushed the underside of her breasts. His eyes lifted to hers, dark and hungry.
“Come here,” he murmured, his voice low.
He guided her closer until her chest pressed lightly against his mouth. She let out a soft breath as he tilted his head and began kissing the swell of her breast—slow, warm kisses that made her skin tingle. His lips traveled higher, and heat pooled low in her belly again as he finally took her nipple into his mouth.
A soft moan escaped her before she could stop it.
Gavriel’s tongue circled her nipple, teasing it with slow, deliberate strokes before he suckled gently. The sensation sparked through her, sending a sharp, sweet pulse straight between her legs. Even though he was still inside her, the tenderness of his mouth on her breasts made her body tighten around him again.
“Gavriel…” she breathed, her fingers slipping into his hair.
He hummed against her, the vibration making her gasp. His hand slid up her back, holding her firmly in place as he suckled her nipple deeper, pulling it into his warm mouth with a hunger that felt both possessive and tender.
Her hips twitched instinctively, causing him to slide just slightly inside her. The slight movement made them both gasp, their breaths catching at the same time.
“You’re sensitive,” he murmured against her skin before his mouth closed around her again, tongue flicking softly.
She arched into him, her breath shaking. “It feels… so good,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
He switched to her other breast, kissing it slowly before capturing the nipple between his lips. His tongue tasted her in teasing, slow circles, then suckled harder—enough to drag another helpless sound from her.
Her body warmed under him all over again, her pulse quickening as he worshipped her with his mouth. Each suck pulled a soft moan from her lips, each lick sending another wave of pleasure rolling through her already-sensitive body. Her fingers tightened in his hair, urging him closer, silently begging him not to stop.
Gavriel lifted his gaze while his lips were still wrapped around her, and the sight alone nearly stole her breath—his eyes dark, intent, hungry for her.
He drew her nipple deeper into his mouth, suckling slow and strong, and the sensation sent heat rushing straight through her core, her body clenching around him in answer.
“Gavriel…” she whispered, almost breathless. “You’re… you’re making me feel things again…”
He let her nipple slip from his lips just enough to whisper against her skin, his breath warm and full of promise.
“Good,” he murmured, kissing her softly again. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
Gavriel let her nipple slip from his mouth slowly, kissing the soft skin once more before lifting his gaze to her flushed face. His hands slid down her waist, steadying her as he breathed in deeply, still inside her, still joined with her warmth.
“Lie down for me,” he whispered, his voice soft, almost coaxing.
Althea felt her heart flutter. He guided her gently, his hands supporting her back as he eased her down onto the bed beneath him. Their bodies parted for a brief second, making her shiver at the sudden emptiness but then he settled between her thighs, kissing her stomach, her hip, then the inside of her thigh as if savoring every inch of her.
She opened her legs for him, trusting him completely. Gavriel lifted her hips slightly, positioning himself with slow, careful movements. He eased into her again, inch by inch, watching her face closely to make sure she felt every part of him without pain.
A soft gasp escaped her lips. “Gavriel… that feels—”
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her cheek as he pushed deeper.
“It’s not,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I want this.”
Once he was fully inside her, he pressed his forehead to hers, breathing her in. Then he began to move.
Slow, deep strokes that made her toes curl. He kissed her neck, her collarbone, each slow thrust melting into her body like warm waves. His gentleness made her chest tighten with emotion. He was being so careful, so patient, as if she was precious to him.
But the tenderness only stoked the fire inside her even more.
“Gavriel…” she whispered, her hands gripping his shoulders. “I want more.”
He lifted his head slightly, his eyes soft but dark with desire. “More?”
She nodded, her breath catching as he slid out and pushed back in, slow enough to make her whimper.
“Deeper,” she breathed. “Please… deeper.”
He groaned softly and adjusted his hips, angling himself before thrusting into her again—this time hitting deeper, the sensation stealing her breath.
“Oh—Gavriel…”
He kissed her jaw, whispering, “Like that?”
“Yes,” she gasped, tightening her legs around him. “More… please.”
His control faltered again, but he kept his gentleness, his movements still guided by her pleasure. He thrust deeper, then faster, each stroke drawing another breathless moan from her lips.
Her fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer. “Harder,” she whispered against his ear. “I want you harder.”
Gavriel’s breath stuttered, a low sound escaping him—half groan, half surrender.
“Althea…” he murmured, his voice breaking with restraint. “If I go harder, I might not hold back.”
“Then don’t,” she pleaded softly. “I want you. All of you.”
His last thread of control snapped.
He gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he thrust into her—deeper, harder, the pace quickening into something raw yet still full of emotion. Every movement filled her, every slide of his length sent pleasure rolling through her so intensely she cried out.
He kissed her through it, his lips desperate against hers, his breath hot and unsteady. Yet even as he drove into her with the strength she begged for, he never lost his tenderness. His hands stayed soft on her skin, his murmurs gentle against her ear.
“You feel incredible,” he whispered between thrusts, his voice rough but filled with awe. “Althea… you’re so perfect like this.”
She trembled beneath him, her body arching into each deep stroke, her voice breaking with pleasure.
“Yes… Gavriel… don’t stop—”
And he didn’t.