Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel)

Clairessa - POV

I couldn't breathe.

Not properly—not with the way my body still trembled from the aftershock of my climax.

Gabriel's mouth had always driven me mad-but not like this. Never like this.

Or maybe it was because I'd been starved from the pleasure only he could give for so long, everything felt so different, almost like I was floating.

It was as if he'd memorized every inch of me and then decided to rewrite the story. Like he wanted me to know he still remembered every inch of me, every nerve, every gasp I'd ever given him, and was determined to draw them out of me again.

My hips had bucked against his mouth until I lost all sense of pride, of resistance. I'd begged him. Me. Begged.

Despite promising myself I'd never let him see me fold, I still welcomed him into my bed. He left me with little to no chance to win with that tongue of his kissing, stroking, swirling around every inch of my heat.

And now, I was wrecked-my limbs heavy.

My skin tingled, hypersensitive, like every nerve had woken from the dead.

He was hungry. Possessive. And the worst part?

I'd missed it. God, I'd missed him. And I was no longer ashamed to admit it.

The moment I came apart on his tongue, something shattered loose inside me—a wild, raw, reckless passion that refused to fade, leaving me desperate for more. I wanted to see him lose control.

Gabriel, the man who ruled every moment. The man who could strip me bare with one look and still never give me more than what he allowed. He'd never let me have that power.

But tonight...

Tonight, I wanted him to give in.

To me.

He hovered over me, lips brushing mine, his hands still braced on either side of

my hips like he was the one holding back. His eyes were dark, mouth kiss- swollen, breath heavy.

"I'm here," he murmured low. "Take me."

I traced his bottom lip with my finger and tilted my head.

"No," I whispered. "You don't get it."

His brow arched. "Then explain it to me."

"I don't want to take you," I murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his

mouth. "I want to kiss you."

"Then do it."

"No..." I breathed. "You really don't get it."

He barely had time to react before I pushed gently at his chest, guiding him back.

I shifted out from under him, rising slowly.

We both knelt on the bed now, eye level, breathless, facing each other like combatants and lovers all at once.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against his once, twice-slow, wet, lingering kisses

that deepened with every soft moan caught between them.

Then I moved lower, letting my mouth trail down his neck, across his chest, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses that made his muscles twitch beneath my tongue.

His breath hitched when I stopped just above his waistband.

I looked up at him, eyes wide, innocent only in appearance. "This," I whispered, my voice like silk, "is where I want to kiss."

His entire body tensed.

"Fuck, Clairessa-don't," he muttered, his voice torn between warning and desire.noveldrama

But I wasn't listening. I palmed the thick, hard length straining beneath his pants, and he hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking slightly in response.

His cock twitched in my grip.

I glanced up again, my lips curling. "Do you like that?"

He swallowed hard, his voice almost hoarse. "Too much."

He reached for me, brushing his lips over mine in a soft, searching kiss like he was trying to shift the direction of the moment.

"Which is why I want you to let me focus on you," he said roughly. "Tonight should be about you."

"I want to please you." I pressed my lips to his chest again, breathing in his scent. "I need to."

His eyes flashed, jaw locking. "Do you hate when I'm in control?"

I looked up at him, deadly calm. "No. I hate when you won't let go."

My hand slid down his torso, slow and deliberate, until I palmed him again through

his pants.

He jerked under my touch, the sound that left his throat low and rough.

I gripped him tighter, feeling how big he was, how hard. He twitched once more in my hand.

"I want to suck every inch of you," I whispered in his ear, my lips skimming his skin.

"Until you're groaning my name and begging me not to stop-because if I did, your body might combust from the pleasure."

He sucked in a breath. "Clairessa..."

His fists clenched at his sides, breath turning ragged, chest rising and falling like

he was trying to control something deeper.

But I wasn't done.

I dotted kisses around his waistband, my lips tempting every part of him.

"I want to make you come undone, Gabriel." My hand wrapped over his big cock,

this time gripping him with firmer intent.

For once, I wasn't the one shaking. He was.

I gave his length a gentle squeeze.

His hips jerked forward, an unguarded reaction he didn't manage to hide.

He groaned low in his throat.

"You're treading dangerous ground."

I kissed the hollow of his throat. "And you love it."

I could feel it his resistance crumbling.

His control slipping.

And I loved it.

He'd never let me do this before. Never let me be the one to drive him over the

edge.

But tonight, I needed him to give in. Just once. I needed him to surrender.

My lips brushed his.

"Let me take control... just this once. I want to see you lose yourself the way you made me."

He didn't respond at first.

He stared at me like he was torn between heaven and hell. Like yes would break something to protect.

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I felt the war-the way his body

strained toward mine but his mind held him back. I knew how tightly he

clung to control, how deeply he hated giving it up.

But my hand was still stroking him through the fabric, slow and steady, feeding the

fire that raged beneath his skin.

His breath came faster now, eyes dark and wild. "Fuck... my sweet, you'd drive

any man insane."

I smirked and dragged my tongue along the line of his throat. "Then let go,

Gabriel. You asked me what I want."

I pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes.

"This... is what I want."

His throat worked as he swallowed hard. For a second, I thought he'd argue.

Deflect. Retreat.

But then his eyes dropped to my lips.

"Fine," he rasped, voice barely there. "I'm all yours."

I felt a jolt of power surge through me.

“Good,” I purred, sitting up straighter. "Then stand."

He arched a brow, a slow smirk tugging at his lips as he pushed off the mattress and rose to his feet. "Bossy," he muttered with a half-laugh. "Didn't know I signed up for boot camp."

"Get used to it," I teased. "Now strip."

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