Free Web NovelChapter 185: Bend [M]
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’Do you not want me?’
That ridiculous question stunned him more than anything he had heard or seen in a long time.
Don’t want her?
As if such a thing was even possible at the stage of madness he was currently enduring.
He had left her in the foyer purely for her own good. He had heard her heart slamming against her chest, had seen the slight trembling when he drew close to her, and the alarming intensity of her nervousness had made him think that perhaps she wasn’t ready.
With everything she had been through in such a short time, he wanted to be the absolute last person on the list of things eating away at her from the inside.
Instead, Gavriel wanted to be the only thing she thought about in pure bliss, the only thing she breathed, when he finally took her, marked her, and claimed her as his own. He never wanted her to feel fear or anxiety around him. He wanted her to quiver from pleasure. He wanted her body to remember only him, his touch, and the extreme sensations he drew inside her... never fear.
Because this was his little rose, and she was finally blooming for him.
He devoured her sweet mouth, his tongue tangling and dancing with hers with an intensity he had never unleashed until this exact moment.
He blamed it entirely on their silly game... a game that had driven him so close to the brink of insanity that he had worried he might scare her.
But to his absolute delight, she was responding to him, matching his rhythm as if he had finally pulled her into the exact same wavelength as him.
Meanwhile, Aliana had no idea when they had stopped standing in one place or when he had lifted her effortlessly into his powerful arms. One moment she had been on her feet, and the next, her legs had instinctively wrapped around his sculpted waist as he carried her away without breaking their wild kiss.
But just as she had anticipated, they had gone completely feral.
Her fingers clawed at his strong neck, trying to dig her nails into his skin to pull him even closer, while his hands gripped her thighs with a bruising force, as if he wanted to sink beneath her very skin. It was a chaotic mix of pleasure and pain they were inflicting on each other, but neither of them cared, as they were utterly lost in biting, sucking, and tasting one another with a fervour that was spiralling out of control.
Suddenly, Aliana felt herself being placed on a slick, cold surface.
Gavriel finally broke away from their kiss, and she instantly tilted her head back to grant him full access.
He trailed his mouth down the sharp line of her jaw all the way to the sensitive curve of her neck, his voice dropping into a low growl against her skin. "I’m about to punish you, baby."
Aliana’s eyes flew wide open. She angled her face to meet those icy orbs that seemed to be sucking her very soul.
"W-what?" she breathed, noticing there wasn’t a single hint of playfulness or teasing left in his demeanour. All she could discern from his gorgeous face was an acute seriousness and a raw desire burning within his eyes like a raging inferno.
Instead of answering, his hands slid up from her thighs to cup the bare skin of her ass beneath her nightgown, which had already bunched up to her waist. Without warning, his grip tightened, yanking her forward until her core was pressed directly against the impressive length of his member raging beneath his pants.
Her breathing hitched, and a crimson blush flooded her face as her wide, hazy eyes dropped to where their bodies collided. Her throat went dry as she felt just how hard he already was for her.
Gavriel, who had already been watching her increasingly unravelled state, raised one hand and curled his fingers around her neck, prompting her to look up at him once again.
"Eyes on me," he commanded in a low, rough voice, and Aliana felt her insides purr at the sound of him being so domineering.
She had always known Gavriel was the ultimate alpha, but she had never expected to derive this much pleasure from his commands.
Possessing a naturally dominant nature herself, no one had ever been able to boss her around. Yet, when the command came from him felt entirely different. The thought of pleasing him satisfied her just as much as she loved to defy him.
With her attention fixed solely on him, Gavriel spoke in a rich, sinuous voice. "First, you threw that ridiculous demand at me about not touching you before the wedding, and then you dared to accuse me of not desiring you after driving me to the absolute edge with your teasing games."
His fingers tightened around her neck in a possessive hold as he leaned closer to her lips. "I’m going to teach you the exact consequences of teasing a beast like me." His voice dropped to a dark whisper, his lips rubbing against hers, "And by the time I’m done, you’ll beg me to fuck you... hard." freēwēbnovel.com
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Her legs instinctively clamped tighter around his waist, prompting a devious smile to break across his handsome face. She could already feel herself weeping for him down there, and somehow, she knew that he knew that as well.
"Gav," she whispered in a shaky voice.
But right then, he opened his mouth to swallow her words, his tongue sweeping every nook and cranny of her mouth before capturing her lower lip between his teeth. Sucking on it hard, he drew a sharp moan from her throat, before finally pulling back.
Then, wordlessly, he stepped away from her completely. The sudden loss of his body heat left her feeling cold and empty.
Her eyes followed him when he moved to pick up the robe that had been carelessly lying on the counter she was sitting on. She watched as he smoothly pulled the soft cloth belt from it, before he came back to settling himself between her legs once again.
"Raise your hands for me," he ordered.
Aliana’s heart was pounding against her ribs, and she swallowed hard. Slowly she raised her hands in front of him.
Silently, he took the cloth belt and skillfully tied her wrists together before asking in a soft voice, "Tight?"
When Aliana merely shook her head, he pressed his thumb against her swollen lower lip, applying just enough pressure to make her look at him. "Words, Ana. If we are going to do this, I need you to be vocal with me. Do you understand that, baby?"
God, his hot-and-cold demeanour was giving her absolute whiplash. But regardless of the chaos in her mind, it was only successfully turning her on even more.
"Yes," she finally whispered, even as a thousand questions swirled in her head as to why he had bound her hands.
"Good girl," he praised her.
His large hands then settled against her back before his palms began moving up and down in the gentlest, most soothing strokes that were relaxing and setting her on fire at once. He then leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek as he whispered, "Now, relax for me, baby."
He bent close to her neck before peppering kisses along it with his wicked mouth as he whispered, "Although it’s a punishment, I have a feeling you’ll enjoy it."
His mouth trailed down her collarbone and then to the swell of her breasts, where her heart continued to thud against her chest. He paused there before suddenly sucking on her soft skin hard, eliciting a sharp whimper from her. The sound soon melted into a sigh when he soothed the sting by running his hot tongue over the spot.
Gavriel dragged his nose down to the generous cleavage on display above her low-cut nightgown. His hauntingly beautiful eyes lifted to her flushed face. Maintaining their eye contact, he slowly pressed a kiss to the valley of her breasts before dragging his mouth all the way down to her hardened peak through the lace of her gown.
Then, without warning, he bit it lightly.
"Ah!" Aliana cried, her bound hands instinctively reaching for his hair, but Gavriel didn’t stop there.
Releasing her peak, he closed his mouth around the spot he had just bitten before swirling his tongue over it to soothe the sting once more, and Aliana felt her mind turning to putty from the pleasure and pain he continued to inflict upon her.
Somehow, everything he did so far was mild, but she was no fool to believe that this was the most he was capable of, especially with that dangerous look in his eyes, making it clear that she shouldn’t get too comfortable.
And she was right.
Because Gavriel was only getting started.
He was easing her into it slowly, but surely, with a level of patience he would never care to show anyone else. But this was different because this was for her and her alone... only for his little rose.
Yet, he was tethered to a razor-thin edge where his restraint was rapidly slipping. Once he was satisfied that she had warmed up, even if only a little, he rose to his full height.
Then, without warning, he suddenly yanked her off the counter. Her bare feet had barely brushed the carpeted floor before he spun her around in a swift, fluid motion.
Pressing his palm firmly against the small of her back, he commanded, "Bend."
