The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 341

**TITLE: Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 341: Jealousy**

**Judy’s POV**

As Gavin leaned in, his lips brushed against mine with a tenderness that hinted at a crack in his usually steadfast demeanor. It was a moment suspended in time, and I felt a flutter of excitement at the thought that he might be losing his grip. There was a part of me that relished this softer side of him—the jealousy that flickered in his eyes only seemed to deepen the connection we shared.

I let my fingers wander up beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his smooth abs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. The air was thick with tension, our breaths mingling as our lips hovered tantalizingly close. It was a delicate dance between desire and restraint, and I found myself yearning for more.

With a gentle tug, I pulled him closer, my hands roaming further up his torso until I reached the top of his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning in to capture his lips in a kiss that ignited a fire within me.

That simple act seemed to unleash something primal within him.

In an instant, his wolf-like intensity shifted from frustration to a ravenous hunger.

He hastily unbuttoned his shirt, each button popping open with a sense of urgency, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall, his knee pressing into my thigh as he deepened our kiss. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, and I eagerly welcomed it into my mouth, losing myself in the intoxicating taste of him. I could feel his fingers deftly locating the zipper of my dress, and as he pulled it down, I silently thanked him for his gentleness; I had no other dress quite like this one.

As the fabric pooled at my feet, I stepped out of it, leaving myself clad only in my matching black lace underwear. I couldn’t help but feel a rush of satisfaction at my choice of attire, knowing it had captured his full attention.

“Who are you wearing these for?” he asked, his gaze drinking in every inch of me.

“Do I need a reason to want to feel sexy?” I shot back playfully, deflecting his question.

A low, growling sound rumbled from his throat as he pressed me further into the wall, his lips crashing down on mine in a kiss that felt almost bruising. His mouth trailed down the nape of my neck, sending shivers racing down my spine as he tugged at my underwear. His fingers brushed through my slick folds, and the deep growl that escaped him was music to my ears. He brought his fingers to my lips, urging me to taste myself, and the act only heightened my desire. I craved him, needed him more than I could articulate.

I was lost in the moment, unable to resist the allure of his body as my fingers traced the hard lines of his abs, each touch sending a thrill through me. He pulled back slightly, unpinning me from the wall, and in a swift motion, undid his belt, letting it drop to the ground. I watched, captivated, as he kicked his pants aside, revealing his boxer-clad form.

My breath caught in my throat; he was undeniably alluring, a sight that should have been deemed illegal. He gripped my hips with a possessiveness that made my heart race, erasing any lingering memory of Levi’s hands on me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let him lift me effortlessly, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist as he pressed me back against the wall once more. Our lips met in a feverish kiss, and I could feel the raw need radiating between us, as if we were two celestial bodies drawn together by an irresistible force. I couldn’t comprehend the intensity of my longing, especially considering we had already shared a night of passion. Yet, the craving for him was insatiable, a fire that demanded to be fed.

It was as if he could sense my thoughts, or perhaps he was feeling the same overwhelming desire. With a swift motion, he lowered his boxers, his arousal brushing against me, igniting a spark that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. He inhaled deeply, and in one fluid motion, he entered me, sending shockwaves of ecstasy through every fiber of my being.

With each thrust, he found that perfect spot deep inside me, and I gasped his name, the syllables tumbling from my lips like a prayer. In that moment, my heart, body, and soul were consumed by Gavin Landry, and I wanted nothing more than to convey that he was the only one I desired, the only one my body yearned for.

In that tiny closet, time ceased to exist; there was only Gavin and me. The world outside faded away, leaving us enveloped in a cocoon of pleasure. Each thrust sent tingles racing through me, and I could feel my voice rising in volume, prompting him to silence me with another searing kiss.

He lavished attention on my ear, teasing my neckline, leaving a trail of marks along my breasts. His fingers found their way between us, rubbing my clit with a teasing rhythm that drove me wild. As pleasure built to a crescendo, I gasped out his name, surrendering to the waves of ecstasy that washed over me. In a few more powerful thrusts, I could feel him shudder against me, his own release echoing in my ear.

We lingered in that blissful moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth, our breaths mingling in the aftermath of our passion. My body trembled from the aftershocks of pleasure, and as he pulled away, I couldn’t suppress the whimper of loss that escaped my lips. He stepped back, allowing me to slide down the wall, my body still quivering with residual sensations.

Without a word, he dressed quickly, tossing my clothes to me so I could cover myself. I felt a rush of vulnerability, shaking not just from the remnants of pleasure but from an overwhelming tide of emotions that threatened to engulf me.

Tears pricked at my eyes, and I bit my lip, desperate to keep them at bay.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were competing?” he asked, his voice laced with frustration as he struggled with the zipper of my dress. I turned my back to him, unwilling to let him see the turmoil on my face. I didn’t want him to witness the tears that threatened to spill; it was a weakness I despised.

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