Chapter 12
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His hand grasped the nape of my neck with a force that made me dizzy, pulling me into a kiss that was so wild and full of hunger.
His lips crushed mine with an intensity that stole my breath. His tongue invaded my mouth, dominating, conquering, leaving a taste and sensation that made my head spin. I responded with equally burning passion, my hands grabbing his thick black hair, pulling him closer, not caring if it was too rough.
He pushed me against the wall, his hard body pinning me. I could feel every muscle in his chest, every frantic beat of his heart against my own. His large hands tore at my pajamas, the buttons scattering onto the floor with a clatter.
"Gabriel," I moaned as his mouth left my lips and traveled down my neck.
"Call me Daddy," he growled between small bites on my sensitive neck skin. "Like last night, when you were alone and thinking of me."
"Daddy," I whispered obediently, my head tilting back giving his relentless mouth greater access.
His hand squeezed my breast with a force that was almost painful, his fingers pinching my already hardened n****e. A sweet pain spread throughout my body, making me moan louder. He used his teeth and tongue skillfully, leaving marks I knew would last for days.
With a rough movement, he spun me around until I faced the wall. My cheek pressed against the cold wall, a contrast to his burning skin behind me. His hands grabbed both my wrists, holding them above my head with one strong hand.
"You are mine," he whispered in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. "Not David's, not anyone's. Only mine."
"Yes, Daddy," I answered, my body trembling in anticipation of what was to come.
He ripped my panties off effortlessly, the torn fabric proof of how wild his desire was tonight. His free hand groped my exposed thigh, his fingers exploring every inch of my skin before finally finding my core.
I screamed when two of his fingers entered me at once, his movements quick and skilled, finding the spot that made my legs tremble. The wetness of my desire coated his hand, and the sound seemed to make him even wilder.
"See how wet you are for me," he murmured, speeding up the movement of his fingers. "Even your body knows who owns it."
I couldn't answer, could only moan and push my hips back towards him, begging for more. But Gabriel always liked to play by his own rules.
"Daddy, please," I whimpered, nearly crying from the need.
"Quiet," he commanded, his hand grabbing my hip and thrusting into me.
He entered me with one full thrust, making me scream from both pain and satisfaction. His large size made me feel completely filled, every centimeter of him occupying every part of me.
He gave me no time to adjust. He immediately started moving, his rhythm hard and relentless. Each thrust seemed intent on proving something, that I was his, that no one else could ever have me like this.
His hand still held my wrists, while his other hand reached around, roughly squeezing my breast. His head lowered, his teeth biting my shoulder, leaving a mark that would surely bruise by tomorrow.
"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, my body nearing its peak. "Please... I'm almost..."
He quickened his pace, each thrust now reaching a deeper, more sensitive place. I could hear the sound of his skin slapping against mine, the sound of his low groans, the sound of our ragged breaths, all merging into a beautiful symphony of chaos.
When my orgasm hit, it felt like an explosion. My body shook uncontrollably, my moans caught in my throat. Gabriel growled, his own release following as he buried himself deep inside me, his body shuddering against mine.
We remained connected for a moment, our breaths slowly returning to normal. He released my wrists, and I slumped to the floor, but his quick hands caught me.
He turned me around, holding me tightly. His usually hard face now looked tired and satisfied. He kissed my forehead gently, a stark contrast to the roughness of minutes before.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice soft again.
I nodded, still too exhausted to speak.
He carried me to the bathroom, turning on the shower to warm water. With great care, he cleaned my body, washing away the traces of our passion. His hands, which had been so rough earlier, were now gentle as he cleaned the bite marks on my shoulder.
"Forgive my roughness," he whispered as he rinsed my hair.
I shook my head. "I wanted it like that." I looked into his eyes. "I wanted to feel that you truly wanted me, without doubt, without restraint."
He sighed, pushing me gently against the shower wall.
"I have always wanted you, Sera. Since you began to mature, since I realized my feelings for you were no longer those of a father."
The shower water soaked us both, plastering our still half-on clothes to our skin.
"It seems you're ready for round two," I said with a mischievous smile.
He raised an eyebrow. "You think you can handle it?"
"Just try me," I challenged.
But Gabriel did not like being challenged. Quickly he turned me around again, bending me forward. His hands grabbed my hips, lifting me slightly before entering me from behind.
This time his movements were more measured, deeper, more soul-touching. Each thrust seemed to carry a promise, a promise about the future, about the possibility of becoming his Luna, about a love that couldn't be expressed in words.
We reached our peak together, our moans echoing in the steamy bathroom. This time, when we finished, he didn't let go immediately. He continued to hold me from behind, his head resting on my shoulder.
"I will not let anyone take you from me. Not David, not another Alpha, not anyone."
I turned to face him, looking into his eyes. "I don't want anyone else, Gabriel. Only you."
He kissed my lips softly, completely different from the wild kiss before. "Let's get cleaned up and go down to eat. We have much to discuss."
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