Chapter 29 Wildfire
Althea’s body quivered as waves of pleasure surged through her, her breath catching in her throat. But Gavriel wasn’t finished, not even close…
Without a word, he carried her toward a tree and gently put her down before turning her onto her back. Her heart pounded as he positioned her. “Bend down and hold onto the trunk,” he ordered, his voice low and rough.
She obeyed, pressing her hands against the bark. The cool air brushed her flushed skin as she sensed his warmth and presence immediately behind her.
He held her hips, pulling her back until she arched against him. She gasped when the tip of his still-hard length brushed teasingly along her sensitive folds, deliberately slow, deliberately teasing.
“I’m not finished with you," he said, his one hand slipping into her hair and gently tugging, just enough to tilt her head back so she could meet his gaze over her shoulder.
His eyes were wild with need, but there was something else too. Possession and hunger. As if no matter how much he had of her, it would never be enough.
Then he entered her in one swift, powerful thrust, stealing the air from her lungs. Althea gasped, her fingers clutching the rough bark of the tree.
He pulled almost all the way out before slamming into her again, over and over, until her soft moans turned into breathless cries of pleasure.
“Ahhh!” she cried, body trembling under the overwhelming sensations.
“No man will ever make you scream like I do,” Gavriel growled against her back, his lips trailing fire along her skin as he kissed, licked, and suckled. One hand slid around her front, cupping her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple until she arched in response.
It was too much… excessive pleasure, heat, and everything else. She felt as if she was losing control.
Then his hand moved lower, slipping between her thighs, finding her sensitive clit. He rubbed in slow, deliberate circles that had her hips jerking, even as he pounded into her from behind.
“Feel me more… just a little more,” he groaned, his voice tight with restraint. “Ah, you’re so good, so perfect for me, Althea.”
Althea didn’t even realize her body had started moving on its own, meeting every thrust, grinding back against him, caught in the rhythm they made together.
It grew faster, harder, deeper.
Then... during blinding heat and breathless moans... they both shattered together. Their cries echoed into the trees as they reached their peak, bodies trembling, clinging to each other like they were the only two people in the world.
Gavriel hugged her tightly from behind, his thick length still buried inside her, still throbbing with need.
“We’ve been away from them for too long,” Althea murmured between gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath.
Gavriel's lips brushed along her shoulder blades, hot and wet, licking and suckling as if he couldn’t get enough of her. “That’s fine,” he whispered against her skin. “Let them wait… because I’m still not finished with you.”
He slowly pulled out of her, making her gasp at the raw, tingling sensation. The air around them was thick with the scent of their mingled juices, the heady perfume of lust hanging between their bodies.
This time, Gavriel turned her around to face him.
His eyes locked on hers as one hand cupped her cheek, then slowly traced down her neck, pausing at her chest. His fingers grazed her swollen breast before closing around it, thumbing the stiffened peak. Her breath hitched.
“Still so sensitive,” he teased, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “These beautiful tits are begging for my mouth.”
Althea moaned softly, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. She stepped back, but the tree behind her stopped her movement.
Gavriel wasted no time. He dipped his head and wrapped his lips around one nipple, sucking hungrily while his hand massaged the other. She tilted her head back, eyes fluttering shut as another wave of warmth flooded her. The weather was cool, but her body felt like fire, burning with desire and need.
He teased her with his mouth, flicking and suckling, alternating between each breast. She could feel his juices still slick between her thighs, but even now, her body was getting wetter, pulsing with fresh need.
“Tell me,” Gavriel said, his voice vibrating against her skin. “How do you feel? Huh? Am I the only one enjoying this, Althea?”
“N-No,” she breathed.
He chuckled low, dark. Then he grazed her nipple with his teeth, biting just enough to make her jolt.
With one swift motion, he grabbed her leg and hooked it around his waist. Her breath caught as she instinctively tightened her grip on him.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough.
She lowered her head, locking eyes with his intense stare.
“Eyes only on me,” he growled and thrust deep into her.
“Ahhh!” Althea cried out as the sudden penetration sent another bolt of pleasure through her. “Gavriel…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.
Gavriel didn’t break his gaze. His burning eyes stayed locked on hers as his member entered her, slow and deep at first, then harder, rougher, his hands digging into her hips.
“More, Althea. I want to hear my name again and again,” he demanded, thrusting deep into her.
“Gav- Ugh… Gavriel!” She cried out, her voice cracking into moans as her body shook beneath his movements. She had lost track of how many times his name had spilled from her lips as if she couldn’t stop even if she tried.
Every thrust made her feel more possessed, more claimed. Her mind blurred from the overwhelming sensations, his scent, his heat, the raw desire in his voice as he breathed her name between gritted teeth.
Her fingers held onto his shoulders, as if he were her only anchor. His grip grew firmer but his pace remained steady.
“Say it again,” he grunted against her lips. “Only me. Say my name.”
“Gavriel,” she panted.
He groaned deeply from his chest, as if her voice alone could push him over the limit. Perhaps it did. Right there in the silent forest, with the wind rustling the leaves and their bodies entangling like wildfire, Althea surrendered herself entirely… her mind, body, and soul.