Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 247

Gabriel’s POV

My phone buzzed.

Clairessa: Mr. Storm, where the hell are you?

I didn’t respond. I didn’t need to. I could already hear her footsteps, soft but fast, closing in at the end of the hallway.

And then she appeared.

Without a word, I stepped out from the shadows, grabbed her hand, and pulled her flush against me. Her back hit the wall with a soft thud as my body caged hers in.

I leaned in, brushing strands of hair from her face, her skin warm and flushed.

“I thought we were supposed to be discreet,” she whispered, somewhere between laughter and lust.

“Forget discreet,” I growled, my mouth brushing the shell of her ear. “You’ve been paraded in front of my ex-wife like a goddamn trophy, and my son’s too blind to realize you’re already taken. I needed to remind you, and myself.”

She smirked, eyes glinting. “Mr. Storm, jealousy looks dangerously good on you. But, careful… we are talking about your son.”

“Screw my son.” I gripped her jaw gently, lifting her chin so her eyes met mine. “I hate the way he looks at you. Like he thinks you still belong to him.”

“I can’t stand him around you,” I added, dragging my lips across her collarbone. “I hate the way he stares, like you’re still his.”

Her breath hitched. “No need to get so worked up, Mr. Possessive. You know I only want you.”

“Say it louder,” I hissed, brushing my lips over hers but not kissing her yet. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Gabriel.”

“Forever,” I murmured. My fingers skimmed her jaw, lingering as though I were memorizing her skin. “You have no idea what I’m willing to give up for you.”

Her eyes softened, then lit up like fire. “Gabriel… I love you.”

I didn’t answer with words.

I claimed her mouth, hungry and forceful.

I kissed her like I owned her, because I did.

My hands twisted into the fabric of her dress, pressing her tighter against the wall as I devoured her. My lips trailed down her neck, finding the soft spot beneath her ear that made her shiver.

“I needed this,” I rasped against her skin. “I need you. After that fucked-up dinner…”

Her eyes locked on mine, burning. “It was torture watching your ex say she came back to reclaim her place. She looked at me like I was some guest in your life. Like I didn’t belong.”

I cupped her cheek, gentler this time. “She doesn’t matter. No one could ever replace what I feel for you.”

“But she said…”

I cut her off with a slow, claiming kiss. “Don’t let her get into your head. You’re the only reason I believe in love again. You’re the reason I even want a future.”

She blinked back something deeper than tears, her lips trembling. “You really mean that?”

“I mean it more than anything. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. You’re the light in my dark, twisted world. You saved me, Clairessa. Can’t you see?”

Her hand came up to my face, stroking along my unshaven jaw. “You’re perfect for me, Gabriel… just what I needed. You see me. You love me with an intensity that both frightens me and sets my whole body on fire.”

Her lips crashed into mine, with a desperate need. I caught her, kissed her back just as fiercely, until she broke the kiss, eyes shining.

“I know it sounds crazy,” she whispered, “but I’m glad Adrian cheated that night… because it led me to you.”

A twisted smile curved my lips. “I feel the same. Dark, isn’t it? That I’m happy my son fumbled you... and now you're all mine.”

“You don’t know what it does to me,” I murmured against her skin, “knowing I was your first. That I’m the only man who’s ever touched you like this, seen you like this.”

“God, Gabriel…” she moaned, voice breathless.

My other hand cupped her other breast, thumb teasing her nipple before twisting it gently between my fingers. She whimpered, her knees nearly giving out.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life worshipping you for that night,” I said. “The way you gave yourself to me. Completely. I’ve never wanted to wreck someone so badly… and protect them with the same breath.”

She shivered at my words, at the ache in my voice, and I began kissing my way down her body deliciously.

My fingers slid down her trembling stomach, beneath her panties, parting the heat between her thighs. She was soaked.

“You’re so ready for me,” I growled, rubbing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. “This sweet heat remembers me. It misses me.”

Her lips parted in a moan. “You’re my first and my body wants only you. Just you.”

I stroked her clit slowly, watching her writhe beneath my hand. When I pushed a finger inside her, her hips bucked. She was so tight, so warm. I added another, curling them as I pumped slowly.

“Just like that night at the club,” she gasped, voice wrecked with need. “The way you touched me… the way you looked at me… my whole body was on fire.”

I added a third finger, slow and deep. Her walls clenched like they didn’t want to let me go, as if her body remembered me more than her mind ever could.

I groaned deep in my throat, as I fucked her with my fingers, my thumb teasing her clit in firm circles.

Her cries came out in loud gasps as she struggled to stay quiet.

My free hand reached for her breast again, pinching her nipple until her body jolted.

“Fuck, baby,” I breathed. “I need to be inside you.”