Taunting Me

Gabriel's POV

I rose from the couch, lifting Clairessa into my arms, our lips still locked in a ravenous, all-consuming kiss. Our tongues tangled, breaths mingling, hands roaming-desperate, starved.

She melted against me, her soft breasts pressing into my hard chest as I carried her into the room.

With heightened urgency, I laid her against the bed. My cock throbbed, aching, the need to bury myself inside her consuming every inch of me.

My eyes devoured her entire sexy body in an instant, and then I realized.

Damn.

She was still too dressed.

That needed to change.

I needed her naked. Fast.

My fingers trembled with ravenous hunger as I grasped the hem of her dress, dragging my fingers along her soft thighs before lifting it over her head. I tossed the fabric aside, my gaze devouring the sinful sight before me.

She lay there, clad in a lacy white bra and matching panties. The sight of her took my breath.

Her caramel skin glowed under the dim lighting, every curve of her toned body drawing me in. My eyes traced the swell of her breasts, rising and falling with each rapid breath.

My fingers ached to trace every curve of her body-from the slight arch of her waist to her smooth slender thighs.

Every part of her was fucking exquisite.

Clairessa met my gaze, her lips curling into a wicked smirk as she reached behind her back. With slow, giddy movements, she unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms. Then, she dangled it in front of my face, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

I let out a low growl. "Such a tease."

She giggled, then tossed the thin material into the air. I didn't even bother glance at where it landed. My eyes were glued to her breasts-round, perfectly perky.

Their brown peaks were stiff with arousal, practically begging for my mouth. And fuck… those hips. Those curved, sexy hips that swayed from side to side, made me want to pin them down and drive into her hard and fast.

I watched her gaze lower and fix on my cock before looking up at me with innocent eyes-like she hadn't just had her hands wrapped around me, like her lips hadn't been seconds away from taking all of me in her mouth.

I swallowed hard. As much as I wanted her tongue wrapped around my cock, I couldn't let her go that far-not when I knew I wasn't able to wield any control over my emotions tonight.

Which rarely ever happened, but I was learning that with Clairessa everything felt so different.

And I knew it.

Last night changed everything.

She wasn't the experienced seductress she pretended to be. Up until yesterday, she had been untouched. Pure. Innocent.

She had given me the honor of being her first-a gift I never wanted, but now had to cherish for a long time.

And now, I was the only one who had ever claimed her. I wanted to make this an unforgettable night for her-especially after how rough I had taken her yesterday.

I wanted to erase every meaningless touch from her past, ensuring the only pleasure she ever knew came from me. I wanted my name etched into every layer of her skin, my touch burned into her very core.

Only me.

Her eyes darkened, fixated, her tongue slipping out to wet her lips as I gripped my cock and began stroking myself slowly.

I could see it in her eyes.

She was mesmerized.

She loved watching me like this-seeing me fall apart because of her. The need and wonder in her gaze as she focused on my cock sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath shallow, and as if on instinct, she brought her hands to her breasts, cupping them gently before caressing her soft mounds.

Then her fingers moved to tug at her hardened nipples, rolling and twisting the sensitive buds between her fingers, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

Damn. She knew exactly what to do to set my entire body on fire for her.

She was giving me exactly what I wanted to see. I loved seeing her lose control-wild with a burning need just for me.

It was hard to tear my gaze away from the sexy show she was putting on.

She slid her hands lower-trailing over her stomach, down, down… stopping just when she reached her panties.

Then, with a wicked smirk, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white lace underwear, dragging it slowly, agonizingly over her hips, down her thighs, making me wait, making me suffer.

Taunting me as she rolled her waist from side to side.

My muscles tensed, fire racing through my veins as she trailed her fingers between her thighs just enough to give me the perfect view.

My strokes became harder, faster.

Then, with a little tug of her legs, she tossed them to the floor and spread her legs wide for me.

Her arousal glistened at her entrance, her sweet heat calling to me, begging to be touched, worshiped, devoured.

She slid her fingers between her thighs.

Hell, no.

A possessive growl tore from my throat.

I knew what she was about to do-touch herself, test my patience-but I wouldn't allow it. Tonight, the only hands bringing her pleasure would be mine.

She was mine. Every inch of her, every breathy moan, every ounce of pleasure.

My entire body clenched with need, muscles tightening, jaw locked as I grabbed her ankle, dragging her closer in one swift motion until she was beneath me.

She gasped, thighs pressing together, but I was already between them, forcing them apart. "Not a fucking chance, sweet girl."

I leaned in, brushing my lips against her ear, my breath making her shiver. "Since you're so eager…"

My fingers dangerously trailed in between her legs, caressing her smooth skin.

She writhed, arching into my touch, desperate for more contact.

"Let's see how long you can handle the burn, sweet girl."

My lips caught one nipple, my teeth grazing the sensitive peak before using my tongue to soothe the taut bud.

She moaned, her back bowing, pressing her chest into my mouth like she needed me to take more.

"You like that?" I groaned, flattening my tongue over the tight bud, teasing it continuously, just to hear her whimper.

"Yes… yes…" she moaned, her voice breathless and needy.

Her hands roamed across chest, her fingers tracing every ridge of my muscles, down to my thighs.

"You know…" she whispered, her fingers sliding lower, wrapping around my length and stroking me, sending bolts of pleasure straight through me. She dragged my cock against her slickness, teasing us both.

She licked her lips. "I still wonder how you fit inside me."

Goddamn. She was soaked, her body so ready for me, and yet I still wanted to make her wait.

Make her beg. Make her come undone beneath me.

Even when I was barely holding on.

Then she did something unexpected.

And I almost lost it.