Rejected and Pregnant Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince novel Chapter 55

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Chapter 55: With your beauty

"Amelie, are you ready?" Gabriel’s voice came from behind the door, followed by a gentle knock. Before she could answer, the door creaked open slightly.

"I’m coming in," he announced, stepping inside.

"Yes, I’m ready," Amelie replied, turning around to face him.

Gabriel froze as his eyes took in the sight before him. Amelie looked breathtaking, beyond anything he had imagined.

The deep sapphire gown hugged her figure like it had been tailored just for her, sculpting to every curve with a sensual grace. Intricate beadwork glimmered like stardust across the bodice.

The sheer sleeves slipped off her shoulders, delicate and ethereal, while a daring slit traced up her left thigh, revealing the soft skin beneath.

Below the knee, the dress flowed into airy layers of tulle.

A single violet pendant rested at the base of her throat, glinting softly against her skin. It clashed beautifully with the blue of her gown, but she wore it. It was a gift from Gabriel, which she swore she’d never remove.

Noticing his silence, Amelie lowered her eyes. ’Did he not like it?’ she doubted as she began to fidget with her fingers.

Then, in a flash, Gabriel crossed the room.

"You look gorgeous, kitten," he murmured, clearing all her doubts. The endearment, coupled with the heat in his gaze, made her heart skip a beat.

"Thank you," she whispered, lifting her eyes to meet his. His stare was intense, full of desire, admiration and even possession.

Only then did she notice his attire. An all-white suit that gleamed in the lights. A golden brooch, shaped like his family crest, gleamed on his chest.

"White suits you," she said softly, a smile playing on her lips. "You look... incredibly handsome."

Her smile did something to him, which was hard to tell. His desire to take her right there deepened. His hand moved to the crane of her neck and the smile slowly faded from her lips as if she knew his intentions.

"Amelie, may I kiss you?" Gabriel asked. There was a rare gentleness in his tone. Even with the desire simmering in his eyes, he sought her permission.

She gave a small nod.

In the next instant, his lips claimed hers, fierce yet reverent. One hand cradled her face, while the other slid around her waist, drawing her close until there was no space left between them. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, igniting a fire beneath her skin.

The kiss stole her breath. It was slow, deep, but charged with passion. Gabriel felt it too, the pull to lose himself completely. But he reined it in, letting the kiss linger just enough to leave them both wanting more. When he finally pulled back, Amelie noticed the way he inhaled sharply.

"I won’t stop after the gala ends," he murmured, his thumb grazing her bottom lip with a featherlight touch. The gesture sent a shiver down her spine.

"Your lips... got the lipstick," she whispered.

Gabriel glanced at the mirror and smirked. "Wipe it off, then," he said, lowering his gaze to meet hers, a spark of mischief lighting up his eyes.

Amelie reached up and wiped his lips gently, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. Then she stepped back, smoothing down her dress and checking her reflection while trying to calm her racing heart.