Having Her Just Where I Want

Gabriel's POV

Clairessa lifted herself slightly, her tongue swiping against my neck before she bit down-just hard enough to send a wild spark of pleasure shooting straight to my cock.

I was so lost in the sensation, so completely wrecked by the feel of her hand on my skin, that I didn't see her move.

Until she shoved hard against my chest, flipping us over so she straddled me.

I let her.

For now.

I grinned, my hands tightening around her hips, guiding her as she settled against my cock, her slick heat sliding along my length, teasing us both.

"Feisty, aren't you?"

My sweet Miss Innocent was playing dirty, and I fucking loved it. It was clear-she liked control. And tonight, she was taking it.

She smirked, that delicious gleam of mischief lighting up her eyes as she ran her hands over my chest, tracing every sculpted line as if she wanted to memorize me with her fingertips.

"Every part of you feels so defined… toned… sexy… strong," she breathed, her voice drenched in need.

Her words sent a pulse of raw hunger straight to my cock.

Holding my gaze, she lifted herself and positioned me at her entrance, the thick head of my cock pressing against her slick heat.

She hesitated for a second, her lashes fluttering, her lips parting as she exhaled a shaky breath. Then, with deliberate slowness, she sank down onto me.

A guttural groan tore from my throat as her tight, wet heat stretched around me, inch by inch, pulling me deeper. Her head fell back, a choked gasp slipping from her lips, her fingers digging into my chest like she was trying to hold onto reality.

"God… Gabriel…" she whimpered, her body trembling as she adjusted to my size.

Damn.

The way she gripped me-hot, tight, like she never wanted to let me go-it took everything in me not to thrust up and bury myself completely inside her.

Her eyes shot open, hazy with desire, her lips swollen from her sharp intake of breath. I could see the raw need on her face, the pleasure clashing with the intensity of how much I stretched her.

"Too much?" I groaned, my voice tight.

She shook her head quickly, her thighs tightening around me. "No… I love it. You fill me up so deep… so full," she moaned, her breath stuttering as she took me to the hilt.

I gritted my teeth, my fingers biting into her hips. "Fuck, baby… you feel so damn good."

She whimpered, adjusting her hips, her inner muscles squeezing me so tight I nearly lost it.

Then she started to move.

Rolling her hips gently, testing different angles, searching for what made her lose herself.

And then she found it.

Her moan was soft, breathy-pure fucking bliss. She rode me harder. Faster..

The base of my cock slammed against her clit, and I could see it all over her face-the raw, unfiltered pleasure. Her lips parted, her breath hitched, her body trembled as she took what she needed from me.

My balls tightened, my body teetering on the edge, but I forced myself to hold back. Tonight, I was going to make love to her-not just fuck her.

But she was making it bloody difficult with the way she moved against me.

"My sweet thing… slow down… or I'm afraid I'm going to-"

"To what?" she taunted, rolling her hips in slow, deep circles before slamming back down with a needy moan.

"Clairessa," I gritted out, my hands tightening around her hips, fighting for control.

Her eyes gleamed with the familiar wicked mischief. "What if I don't slow down?" she breathed, moving faster, her pace punishing, her breasts bouncing with every thrust, sweat glistening on her skin. "Are you going to be rough? Lose control with me?"

I groaned, my head pressing back into the pillows as her walls clamped down, the pleasure sending me to the brink of madness.

I was so close.

And so was she.

Her body tensed, her thighs trembling, her nails digging deeper into my skin as she chased her release.

But I couldn't let her come.

With a growl, I clamped my hands around her waist, forcing her to stop.

"No-Gabriel, wait!" she gasped, her voice breathless, desperate. But I didn't listen.

In one swift, dominant move, I flipped her beneath me, pinning her down.

She let out a startled gasp, her eyes going wide, her chest rising and falling in frantic waves.

Fuck, she was breathtaking-flushed, trembling, her body soft beneath mine, so damn perfect.

I hovered over her, pressing my weight against her, letting her feel the rigid length of my cock between us. My breath was ragged, uneven, hunger clawing at my insides.

Her lips parted, a soft, needy little whimper slipping free.

"W-what was that for?" she whispered, her fingers shaking against my shoulders.

I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, keeping her right where I wanted her.

Helpless.

Open.

Mine.

I held her gaze, watching the anticipation darken her eyes, as I pressed the thick, swollen head of my cock against her entrance-teasing her, dragging it along her slick folds.

A shiver wracked through her, her thighs trembling, her breath hitching.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I groaned, my voice dark.

She nodded frantically, her body arching, pressing up against me, but that wasn't enough.

"Use your words," I ordered, pressing the head of my cock against her clit, stroking it in slow, torturous circles.

Her breath hitched, her lashes fluttering. "Yes… Gabriel."

"Yes, what?" I demanded, gripping her hips, holding her right where I wanted her.

Her pupils dilated. "Daddy… fuck me," she panted, her need clear. She needed me to take her, to give her exactly what she was begging for.

Hell, I loved it when she called me Daddy.

A deep grunt rumbled in my chest as I forced myself to hold back. No matter how much I wanted to lose myself in her.

To fuck her hard and fast, I wouldn't.

Not yet.

"I dragged my lips down her throat, feeling her shudder beneath me. "I love it when you call me that," I murmured against her skin.

Her body writhed beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders. She was so ready, soaked, aching, completely undone.

I wanted to ruin her.

But not yet.

Not tonight.

"Soon, my sweet," I rasped darkly, dragging my cock along her entrance, teasing her until she whimpered.

"Tonight, I'm not just going to fuck you." I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers, stealing her breath.

"Tonight, I'm going to make love to you."

Her brows furrowed as her fingers tightened around my arms.

"What's the difference?" she asked, her voice soft, innocent-so different from the bold, wanton woman who had been taking her pleasure just moments ago.

That contrast drove me insane.

I cupped her face, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek as I brushed my lips over hers, my voice a husky promise.

"I'll show you."