Chapter 222: Overwrite [M]
[Music recommendation: Built For the Sea - Hold]
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"Look at yourself," Gavriel’s magnetic, commanding voice echoed low and dark against her ear.
A sudden shiver shot down her spine, and her whole body stiffened. Turning her head slightly, she searched his features, only to find not a single trace of humour in his expression.
Instead, he looked her straight in the eyes before placing his large, warm hands on either side of her head, gently turning her face back toward the mirror.
Instinctively, Aliana squeezed her eyes shut, her pulse hammering wildly in her throat.
"Gav," her voice came out slightly ragged, her breathing hitching at his action.
Her hands flew to the edge of the counter, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the cold marble. "I can’t..."
She felt his hot breath trace a path along her jawline as his lips brushed her skin, murmuring, "Listen to me, Ana. I want you to see just how beautiful you are..."
His hands slid down from her head, grazing her shoulders before trailing lower to the heavy swells of her breasts and cupping them firmly.
A breathless whimpering sound broke from her lips at the sudden wave of current that ignited across every nerve.
"I want you to see just how marked you are by me..."
His lips dragged lower along her throat, pressing a hot kiss before sucking hard against her flesh, leaving another dark mark upon her skin.
Her body shuddered in response to his mouth and the hands massaging her breasts.
With her eyes shut, the sensations he invoked within her were magnified tenfold.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, only for him to trail a slow, languid lick up her neck, stopping at her ear where his wicked tongue swirled around the shell before he whispered, "Open your eyes, baby... I want you to burn this image into your mind every time you stand before a mirror. Look at how thoroughly claimed you are..."
One hand left her breast, his long fingers sliding down her ribs, past her trembling navel, and slipping straight between her thighs. He slipped his fingers lower to caress her dripping folds, drawing a helpless moan from her lips while the hard line of his arousal pressed against her ass from behind.
The sensation was agonisingly slow and torturous. Slick evidence of her arousal flooded his fingers as he continued to caress her.
Still, her eyes remained shut, terrified to shatter the heaven he was creating for her. She feared that the moment she opened her eyes, reality would crash down and ruin this bliss between them.
But Gavriel was having none of it.
He could feel her desire mixed with the fear that was battling within her, and that fear was exactly what he was trying to overwrite. More than that, he hated that she continued to hide those beautiful eyes from him.
Without warning, his thumb and forefinger pinched the sensitive sub while his other hand sharply twisted her hardened nipple.
A loud yelp tore from her throat, and her eyes snapped wide open in shock.
And Aliana was staring at her reflection once again, but it was not blood that shook her this time. It was the sight of her own bare body that stunned her.
Blooming red marks were scattered across her skin, spanning her neck, collarbones, and breasts. Lowering her gaze, she saw deep, flush imprints from his fingers spanning her hips and thighs. Her face burned crimson at the sight as her mind reeled with realization how thoroughly he had marked her.
When her light grey eyes met his in the mirror, she found not an ounce of remorse in them. His gaze was blazing with dark hunger that set her blood on fire.
Before she could process it, he plunged two long fingers deep inside her drenched core.
Aliana’s mouth parted, and a loud, ragged moan shattered the air. "Oh!"
Her back arched into his solid chest like a taut bowstring as his fingers established a steady rhythm. He drove in and out of her dripping heat with effortless ease right before her own eyes.
Aliana’s heavy eyelids fluttered shut as the overwhelming tide of sensation threatened to consume her mind. But the devil behind her was far from merciful.
His fingers pinched her hardened peak, twisting the sensitive bud before squeezing her soft breast hard enough to leave fresh marks against her flushed skin.
Aliana writhing against his solid chest. "Gav!" she gasped, her voice dripping with sheer, unfiltered need.
Gavriel sank his teeth into the sensitive shell of her ear, biting down hard enough to send a sharp jolt of fire electricity straight to her core before his dark voice growled, "Keep your eyes open and look at yourself."
Her eyes snapped open at the sudden pain, and another helpless whimper escaped her lips.
Gavriel did not relent. "I want you to remember exactly how I claim you... I want you to watch yourself shatter so beautifully, only because of me... only for me."
His long fingers pumped faster inside her drenched heat while the heel of his palm grinded punishing circles against her swollen nub. He drove her so ruthlessly to the brink that her hands abandoned the marble counter, flying up to wind tightly around his neck.
Gavriel let out a deep rumble of approval, his voice rasping against her ear, "Yes, just like that. Look in the mirror, baby. Look at how greedily you are taking my fingers."
Had Aliana not been so thoroughly consumed by pleasure, she was certain his dirty talk would have combusted her on the spot.
She was realizing this man truly possessed a switch: one moment he was quiet and reserved, and the next, a wicked, dominant side emerged where his mouth spewed the most scandalous words imaginable.
Yet what thrilled her most was how much she liked it.
He was sexy when he spoke in that rich, husky voice dripping with desire... a desire she knew she alone created. That realisation filled her with a thrilling sense of delight.
Her eyes, which had been fixed on her reflection, suddenly widened as her heart skipped a beat when she saw herself covered in blood once again. Fear immediately began to rise within her, but Gavriel, who had been watching her the entire time, noticed the change.
"Look clearly, Ana," his rough voice cut through the dark haze, wrapping around her senses. "You are right here with me... dripping all over my hand."
He increased his pace, curling his fingers high inside her to hit her sweet spot, overwriting her terror with overwhelming waves of pleasure.
"Look at how well you take me... so tight, so perfect," he murmured, peppering open-mouthed kisses along her throat, chasing every horrific memory from her mind.
Just as he curled his fingers high inside her once again, her body went taut, and a ragged cry tore from her throat. "Gav...riel... I am about to..."