JoyReadChapter 112: Needing Him So Bad It Hurts
Clairessa’s POV Those were all the words Gabriel needed to hear. His fingers slid through my slick folds, teasing,
gathering the wetness pooling between my thighs. “Fuck my sweet you're dripping for me, he purred, his voice
thick with hunger. His fingertips brushed my swollen clit, circling it slowly. A soft moan escaped my lips, my hips
jerking against his touch. “Gabriel...” He groaned at my response, pressing harder, strokingin maddening
circles. My body trembled uncontrollably. “You're so fucking perfect, he rasped, his fingers dragging lower,
tracing my entrance before plunging two inside at once. | cried out, my walls clenching around him. He didn’t
ease in-he took. His fingers thrust deep and fast, curling just right, stroking that sweet spot that had me
unraveling into desperate moans. “You're so fucking tight,” he growled, pumping his fingers into me, over and
over again. “And mine alone.” “Daddy... oh god, yes, | mewled, gripping his shoulders for support. “I'm yours...”
“I need to feel you caround my fingers,” he demanded, sliding in a third, stretchingwider. His voice was
raw, his need to seetake my pleasure so intense that it heightened my own. “Eyes on me,” he ordered, his
thumb circling back to my clit, pressing down just enough to send another jolt of pleasure surging through me.
My gaze met his-burning with desire. “That's it, my sweet, he praised, his fingers fuckingthrough my release
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtas my body shattered around him. “Such a good girl, coming just for me.” Before | could catch my breath, his
mouth was on mine-devouring, consuming. His tongue thrust past my lips, claimingjust as his fingers had.
He pressed his hardened length against my soaked core, the rigid heat of him straining through his pants,
makingwhimper. His hands skimmed roughly up my thighs, yanking my dress higher. Then, without warning,
he gripped the lacy edges of my panties and tore them apart. A ragged moan tore from my lips. “Oh my god...
Gabriel...” There was no more gentleness in his touch. The tender Gabriel was gone. Replaced by the dark,
commanding man who wanted nothing more than to own and dominate me-just like that night. A rush of fear
and thrill surged through me, tightening low in my belly. Then his mouth claimed mine again-fiercer this time.
His tongue tangled with mine, demanding, tasting, exploring. It wasn’t a kiss; it was a branding. He pulled back
just enough to breathe against my lips. I'm going to take you now.” His hand slid around my waist, fingers
digging into my flesh, tuggingcloser-his hardness pressing even deeper into my core. The raw intensity in
his touch sent another wave of need crashing through me. Gabriel's hands reached for his belt, hastily
unbuckling it, his fingers working with desperate urgency as he unzipped his pants. | watched him, my core
tightening in anticipation, my mind already filled with the thought of him driving into me, stretching me, filling
pants down. And then-he stepped back. The distance he created felt unbearable. My body ached with need, my
heartbeat hammering against my ribs. “What's wrong? | choked out, my entire being throbbing for him. His jaw
clenched so tightly | thought it might crack. His eyes burned-hot, wild-but beneath the desire, | saw the struggle.
The war raging inside him. “I think we need to slow down.” Frustration flared throughlike a live wire. “Why?
What's stopping you?” He raked a hand through his hair, avoiding my gaze. “Clairessa... | don’t want to make
love.” | froze. My stomach clenched hard. “What?” Just seconds ago, he was about to takeright here on the
kitchen island-I could still see his arousal, thick and straining against his pants. If he wantedso badly, then
why was he stopping? “I don’t understand...” | swallowed, my voice quieter now, uncertain. “Did | do
something?” “No,” he rasped. “This isn’t about you. It’s me.” His fists clenched at his sides, like he was
physically holding himself back. “I need to pace us... because of you.” My patience was wearing thin. “Gabriel,
be fucking clear.” His eyes finally lifted to mine, stormy and filled with something raw, “I don’t want to make love
because | want to fuck you.” A violent shudder tore through me. The way he said it-so raw, so filthy-sent heat
straight to my core, a desperate rush of arousal pooling between my thighs. His muscles were tense, his chest
rising and falling with ragged breaths. “So do it,” | whispered, my voice daring him. “Fuck...” He dragged in a
shaky breath, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter. | could see the tremor in his body, the effort it took to
restrain himself. “I want to, but | can’t without feeling guilty.” | frowned. “Why?”
“Last time, you told| fucked you like a whore.” His voice was strained. “And it madefeel like shit. | never
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmwant you to think of yourself like that because of me.” He sucked in a breath, his voice dropping lower. “And at
the pace we're going...” His fingers gripped the edge of the countertop, firmly. “Goddamn, Clairessa, | want to
fuck you so bad it feels like my cock is about to burst.” My breath hitched. If only he knew | didn’t care about
how possessive he was last time. The only thing that hurt was knowing he had used my body to escape his pain
while keepingat arm’s length. But tonight was different. | could see it-the need in his eyes, the way he
wantedjust as much as | wanted him. Yet, he was still trying to protectfrom the very thing | craved.
Slowly, deliberately, | leaned back against the kitchen island. My knees fell apart, spreading my legs wider-
offering myself to him. His gaze dropped instantly, and a hungry, tortured groan left his lips. His hands twitched
at his sides, the internal battle written all over his body. “Gabriel Storm...” | purred, certain | was soaking wet,
wanting to entice and tempt him into claiming what we both knew he was aching for. | held his gaze, licking my
lips as | whispered- “I want you to fuck me.”
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