Chapter 207 My Love
Althea could not believe she had slept so late, and no one had even bothered to wake her.
Sunlight was already seeping through the window, so she tried to move, only for Gavriel’s arms to tighten around her. He was hugging her from behind, their bodies turned on their sides, her back pressed warmly against his chest.
They were still naked, and her face flushed when she realized that Gavriel’s throbbing shaft was practically still inside her.
Then she bit her lower lip as she felt Gavriel’s hand slide between her thighs. His fingers brushed against her sensitive flesh, rubbing gently as he slowly moved inside her. He was so hard, filling her completely, and a low moan escaped him as he pulled back before gliding forward again, his shaft thrusting deep into her.
“Gavriel,” she called softly, but he did not answer. Instead, his fingers continued to rub her clit while he kept moving in and out of her, steady and unrelenting.
Althea’s body was fully awake now, sensation and pleasure completely taking over. Her toes curled as Gavriel’s movements quickened. He kept pushing and pulling inside her until her inner walls clenched, her body jolting in a powerful spasm, yet he did not stop.
"Ah… so good," Gavriel groaned, driving himself harder, faster, and deeper until he stiffened and poured himself completely inside her. Then, he trailed kisses along her shoulder blades, licking her skin as he murmured, "This is the perfect way to wake up my love."
He still held her close, his lips now grazing the curve of her neck as his hands roamed over her back, tracing every shiver and sigh. “You feel incredible,” he murmured, voice low and husky.
Slowly, deliberately, he shifted, pressing his body against hers again, sliding inside her again with a measured rhythm, each movement deep and consuming.
Althea’s breath hitched, fingers digging into his shoulders as she gasped, “Gav… I… want more…”
A low chuckle rumbled from him. “You’ll have all of me,” he promised, lips brushing hers in a fiery, fleeting kiss before his hands gripped her hips tighter, moving faster, deeper, making sure every inch of their connection was felt.
He paused only to kiss and lick along her collarbone, nipping gently, before burying himself again, their bodies moving together as if they were one. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire, “never enough.”
“Then let’s do more,” Althea whispered, her breath rasping against his chest. Every word from him—every tender name, every “my love”—made her ache in ways she couldn’t ignore. Her body burned with need, longing to feel closer to him, to be more united with him in every way.
Gavriel paused for a moment, catching his breath, his hands still gripping her hips. “Won’t you get tired if we keep going like this?” he asked, his voice low but teasing. He wondered just how much more she wanted, how far her desire would stretch.
Yet a part of him hesitated. Althea still needed her energy to heal Riela. Even though she insisted that making love to him wouldn’t deplete her inner strength, a flicker of worry tugged at him.
Althea shook her head, a wicked glint in her eyes. “I won’t,” she murmured, a hint of challenge in her tone. Before he could protest further, she shifted, straddling him and leaning down, her chest pressing against his as she began to ride him, slowly at first.
Gavriel groaned, his hands running up her sides, gripping her firmly as she moved with controlled, teasing motions. “You’re relentless,” he breathed, his lips brushing hers in a fiery, fleeting kiss.
Althea tilted her hips, adjusting the angle, letting him feel her in a different way, every movement calculated to draw out his groans and deepen the connection between them. “I like being the one in control… at least for now,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.
He chuckled, low and rough. “I think I like this version of you,” he said, his hands sliding down to her thighs, holding her steady as she moved with a rhythm that left them both gasping. “But don’t think you can tire me out that easily.”
Althea leaned down even closer, her chest brushing against his, her lips hovering over his as she moved with a measured, teasing rhythm. Gavriel’s hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her just enough while letting her take control. Every tilt, every roll of her hips made him groan, deep and guttural.
“Heavens… you feel so… perfect,” he breathed, his voice rough with need as he pressed his forehead to hers.
He loved everything about her—especially the way she took control like this. Gavriel hated losing control, but Althea was different. It wasn’t just the matebond; she had claimed him completely—body, soul, and heart. She had it all.
Althea smirked against his lips, eyes dark with desire. “You like that?” she whispered, her hands trailing down his chest, sliding to his shoulders, gripping him as she rode him harder, leaning forward, pressing every inch of herself against him.
Gavriel’s control began to fray. His hips jerked involuntarily to meet hers, every movement sharper, faster, hotter. “Althea… I’m… close…” he groaned, his voice breaking, hands clutching her hips like he couldn’t let her go.
She leaned down fully, lips brushing his neck, whispering, “Then come with me,” as she rode him with a steady, relentless rhythm. His groans grew louder, each one vibrating against her, filling the room with the sound of their shared need.
Gavriel’s body stiffened, a shudder running through him as he released deep inside her, his grip on her tightening as he let go completely. Althea gasped, arching against him, her own climax rolling through her in waves as she held herself down on him, feeling every pulse, every tremor of his release.
They stayed like that for a moment—chests heaving, foreheads pressed together, hearts pounding—before Gavriel trailed kisses along her jaw, her shoulders, murmuring, “You… you’re incredible. Every part of you.”
Althea smiled against him, exhausted and sated, whispering back, “So are you… my love.”