Chapter 82 Holding Her Tight
Gavriel didn’t give Althea time to think at all. In one swift move, he lifted her from his lap and laid her down on the clean side of the long wooden table. The cool surface against her back made her gasp, but that sound quickly turned into another when he stripped away the last of her clothes.
She was bare before him now, her skin flushed and trembling under his gaze. Gavriel stood for a moment, drinking in the sight of her, his chest rising and falling with restraint that he didn’t bother to hide.
“Perfect,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, almost reverent.
Before she could cover herself, his lips were already trailing fire over her skin. He kissed her collarbone, down her shoulders, across her breasts, lingering long enough to make her arch toward him. Each kiss grew rougher, hungrier, until she felt like he was devouring her with nothing but his mouth.
Althea gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, not knowing whether to push him away or hold him tighter. Every time his lips moved lower, her pulse quickened. He traced the line of her ribs, her stomach, worshiping every inch with hungry kisses that left her weak and burning.
It was not something new, but she felt as though she always experienced it for the first time with the Alpha King. His hunger for her remained at the same intensity.
When his mouth finally reached the softness between her thighs, she let out a strangled sound, half shock, half pleasure. Gavriel spread her legs wider, pinning her hips down when she tried to squirm. His tongue was demanding, relentless, as though tasting her was a necessity, not a choice.
Althea’s hands gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles turned white. His name slipped past her lips, broken and breathless. Every flick of his tongue sent her spiraling, every rough kiss between her legs made her body melt into helpless surrender.
Gavriel glanced up at her with eyes burning like embers. “I told you,” he growled low, his mouth still pressed against her, “it’s my turn to eat.”
His words alone sent shivers through her, and she knew she was lost. He devoured her as though she were the only meal he’d ever craved, making her body sing under his command, making her forget everything else but him.
Althea’s body trembled uncontrollably as Gavriel’s mouth worked her to the edge. The pleasure built up fast, like waves crashing harder and harder against a fragile shore. She tried to hold it back, but his grip on her thighs was firm, keeping her open, keeping her at his mercy.
“Gavriel!” Her cry broke free when the peak slammed into her. Heat rushed through her body, her toes curling, her back arching off the table as she shattered against his mouth. She was still shaking when he finally pulled back, his lips glistening, his breathing ragged.
Gavriel didn’t wait. He rose, his eyes never leaving her flushed face as he stripped off his own clothes with sharp, deliberate movements. The sight of his body—broad, powerful, overwhelming—made her chest tighten. She was still trembling from release when he leaned over her.
Her breath hitched as she felt his erectness against her, thick and hot, sliding along her entrance. She barely had time to prepare before he pushed inside, filling her in one deep thrust. The sudden stretch made her gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Gavriel—” she breathed, her voice trembling.
He silenced her with a kiss, hard and consuming, swallowing her cries as he sank deeper into her trembling body. His pace was slow at first, almost cruel in how he dragged it out, as though savoring every second of her tight heat around him. But the way she clenched around him, still quivering from her climax, made his restraint snap.
He groaned low in his throat, gripping her hips as he drove into her harder. Each thrust sent her body jolting against the table, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the room. She clung to him, overwhelmed, her legs wrapping around his waist to hold him closer.
“Still shaking for me,” he muttered against her lips, his voice husky with need. “Good. I want you trembling when I take you.” His words alone made her shiver again, her body caught between lingering aftershocks and the new fire he was building inside her.
Gavriel moved like a man starved, every thrust deeper, rougher, until she could do nothing but surrender completely, letting him claim her without mercy.
His rhythm grew rougher, each thrust shaking the table beneath them. His breath came hot and uneven against her ear, his body pressing her down as though he never wanted to let her go.
Althea clung to him, overwhelmed, her nails dragging down his back while her body squeezed tightly around him.
She could feel the strength in him, the raw hunger, but beneath it was something else—something that made her chest ache. The way he looked at her when their eyes met, fierce yet unguarded, as if this moment belonged only to them.
Her legs tightened around his waist, urging him deeper. Yes, she wanted him deeper inside of her. The pleasure mounted again, quicker this time, rushing through her like wildfire. She couldn’t stop the cries spilling from her lips, couldn’t stop the way her body surrendered to his.
“Gavriel…” she gasped, her voice breaking.
He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing her moans as he drove harder into her.
His control frayed, his movements rough and urgent now, each one pulling her higher until she was right at the edge again.
Then it came, fierce and unstoppable. She shattered against him, her whole body trembling as another climax ripped through her. Her cry was muffled against his lips, her body arching as she clung to him desperately.
Feeling her release tighten around him, Gavriel let out a guttural groan. He pushed deep, his body tensing above hers as he finally let go. His release surged hot inside her, his breath harsh against her skin as he buried his face against her neck, holding her tight as though he couldn’t bear to let her slip away.