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

Gabriel's POV

I shoved the thoughts of Adrian out of my mind. This moment was mine-no matter the cost. Nothing was going to stop me. Not now.

I placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her chest, trailing slowly along the dip of her cleavage, and paused when I felt her breath hitch. Her skin was warm under my lips, flushed-responding to every touch.noveldrama

As I looked up, the reality hit me like a jolt of lightning-she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples strained against the thin black fabric, betraying how much she wanted this.

A violent need tore through my chest.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

I caught one nipple through the dress,ateeth grazing it, biting down just enough to make her whimper-a mix of pain and pleasure—and then my tongue asoothed where I'd marked her, slow and reverent.

Her fingers curled into my hair like she wasn't sure whether to pull me closer or push me away.

"Stop this," she breathed, her voice barely holding.

My mouth stilled. I looked up at her, fingers still rolling her other nipple beneath the fabric. "Do you really want me to stop?"

My voice was low, guttural.

I was shaking with how much I wanted her-but I needed to hear it. I needed her to admit the truth.

She looked torn, fire and fear both glinting in her eyes. She was fighting herself, not me.

Moaning instead of answering. Her breathing came out ragged, erratic, and I froze waiting.

Then her lips parted. "Don't stop..."

Fuck.

My mouth curled into a smirk as I leaned in, barely grazing her lips. "Then tell me what you want."

She gasped, eyes clouded. "Your mouth..."

She grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down to her breast. I didn't hesitate.

I latched on, sucking her nipple through the dress like I was starved. Her moans grew louder-wild, uninhibited-like she couldn't fight me anymore.

My hand moved to her other breast, cupping and caressing the soft mounds. I loved the way her back arched, the way her body begged for more.

She was soft, hot, and responsive. My growl reverberated against her skin. “So fucking delicious..."

"I want you... so fucking bad," I growled, switching to the other nipple and dragging my tongue in slow, lazy circles, savoring every tremble in her body.

I reached for the neckline of her dress and undid the tiny hook.

The fabric slid down her arms and pooled at her waist. And there she was-bare, radiant, heated with arousal.

Her caramel skin gleamed under the dim light, her breasts full and perfect, nipples red from my mouth.

I kissed down the line between them, then lower, letting my hand glide down her stomach, slipping into her panties.

My fingers glided over her folds.

Damn, she was drenched. I could barely hold back the sound that tore from my throat as I ripped the flimsy material from her.

She gasped, caught between shock and raw desire-and I saw it in her eyes. The hunger. The need.

I stroked her clit, slow at first, then faster, watching her hips jerk against my hand. Her body moved in sync with mine, as if she'd been waiting-aching for this just as long.

"Gabriel..." she moaned, legs trembling.

I slid a finger inside her. Then two. Tight, hot, perfect. My fingers moved with practiced precision, stretching her out, riding her in slow, maddening strokes.

My mouth found its way back to her breast again, sucking her nipple while I stroked her simultaneously.

"Tell me how this makes you feel," I murmured, curling just right at her sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her.

Her head fell back. "Gabriel..." she whimpered, then winced when I added the third finger, riding her deeper, faster.

"So fucking good," she cried out. "I missed this-I missed you."

The confession undid me. My heart thundered with masculine pride. I'd waited so long to hear that.

God, she felt unreal.

I worked her with both hands-stroking her clit with my thumb while thrusting my fingers inside her. She was gasping, rocking against me, moaning louder, losing control.

"This is what you do to me," I groaned against her skin. "I want you so bad it hurts."

She arched into me. Her body trembled as I sucked her nipple harder. Her chest

rose and fell with every breath, nipples taut, begging for more.

I leaned in, voice hoarse. "Your body remembers me. Look at how easily it responds. You can't fight this."

Her eyes burned with defiance-but the sounds spilling from her mouth betrayed

her.

She didn't push me away. Her hips ground into my hand, chasing the pressure, desperate for more.

When I felt her close-so close-I locked eyes with her.

"Every inch of you belongs to me," I declared, my voice rough, possessive.

Then I pressed down hard on her clit, stroking faster-and she shattered.

Her orgasm ripped through her as she cried out my name, cursing, shaking apart in my arms.

And I held her there, watching her fall apart.

When the climax had passed, I searched her eyes, hoping to find softness, hope -anything-but what I got instead was fire.

She shoved at my chest, hard.

"Get off me," she snapped, her voice brittle and breathless.

I pulled back, breath still ragged, trying to catch my balance. "Why are you fighting

this? Fighting us? You can't fake what just happened."

She shook her head as she pulled

the halter strap over her neck, yanking the neckline of her dress up. Her hands fumbled in frustration, like even touching the fabric brought shame she couldn't scrub away.

I stepped forward. "Let me help-"

"I don't need your help," she snapped, slapping my hand away. "This was a mistake."

My jaw tightened. "A mistake?" I echoed, disbelief lacing my voice as I closed the distance between us again.

"Seconds ago, you were in my arms-telling me how much you missed me. Missed us."

"You let me touch you, Clairessa-as my hands claimed you, you cried out my name and begged me not to stop."

She locked a fiery gaze with mine. "That was a moment of weakness. And I'm over it."

"Why do we have to be?"

She laughed bitterly-no humor, all pain. "Oh, please. Don't act like you don't know. What do you think would've happened if Adrian walked in on us?"

My chest tightened.

Fuck.

She wasn't wrong. I'd thought about it... once. Briefly. But I'd shoved the image

down and let my need for her take over.

"He was drunk out of his mind when he came in. He's probably knocked out cold

by now," I argued, though it sounded weak even to me.

She gave me a deadpan stare. "And what about next time, Gabriel?"

I had no answer.

Her voice rose with each word. "So what's the plan? Are you going to tell him? Huh? Tell him you've been fucking the woman he claims to be in love with?"

"I was going to,” I said quickly. “Just... not like this. Not yet."

She scoffed, wiping at the corner of her mouth like she was scrubbing the taste of me off her. "Right. So until then, I'm just your dirty little secret, huh? Your fling."

My heart twisted. "Don't ever reduce yourself to that. You're not a fling, Clairessa.

You mean more to me than anyone else."

Her eyes flashed with something—pain, longing, rage—but it all crumbled into

quiet devastation as she whispered, "But not more than Adrian. Right?"

I froze.

She was asking the one question I couldn't answer. Not now. Not while everything

inside me was still a mess of guilt, desire, and history.

How could I choose between my son and the woman I couldn't stop loving?

My silence said it all.

She blinked rapidly and stepped

back, her voice turning cold. "This is

never happening again. Stay away mme, Gabriel. From now on, we

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stick to the contract. Strictly business. Nothing more."

I stepped forward, my voice cracking under the weight of her words. "Fuck the

contract. I don't give a damn about it anymore."

She flinched like I'd struck her. Then her face twisted into something unrecognizable—pure fury, laced with something raw and broken beneath it.

"You know what, Gabriel?" she spat. "Screw you."

She turned and stormed away.

“Clairessa!” I called after her, heart hammering, feet moving before I could stop

them.

But she didn't turn around.

And I couldn't breathe, wondering if I'd just lost her again.