Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0467 He takes off my panties and I feel one of his hands trail back down over my stomach and slide between my legs.

My heart stutters, but I'm still so desperate for his touch. My mouth opens to his kiss, moaning against his lips, while I lift my hips into his touch, begging for him not to stop. His fingers slide over my slick skin and rub against my clit, rolling the bundle of nerves.

Fuck, I’m going to come so quick. My legs start to tremble on the bed, my head tilting back into the mattress.

Gabriel hums against my skin in approval, my legs spread wide offering him a view all the way down my body.

My eyes open, his heated glance on my face.

“That’s fucking sexy.” He moves from my clit to slip a finger inside, curling it to rub against my G-spot.

My body jerks, a gasp leaving my

-— EEE throat. Gabriel grins down at me, pumping his finger into me before adding a second and groaning at the tight fit. My body trembles and my hips buck against his hand, searching for the orgasm that feels just out of reach.

He finally grants me release, moving to rub my clit again in tight circles, adding the right amount of pressure until I shatter. I come all over his fingers, dripping down his arm and underneath me onto the bed. His name is ripped from my throat, and he groans in response.

I can’t move. My body has never felt this relaxed from an orgasm. I blink a few times, trying to clear my vision, while my breathing evens out. Gabriel collapses on my side, breathing just as hard. One look at his waist and I can see his cock straining against his pants. I reach for him, intent on making him feel as good as I do, but his hand knocks mine away.

“Nah uh, baby.” His voice is gravely. 4

He gets up and stands over the bed. My heart sinks, thinking he plans to leave.

Instead, his hands grab the backs of my thighs and pull me down the bed, his fingers gentle yet firm on my fleshy skin.

“Spread those legs for me, Harper.” His voice is full of fire and need. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

He sinks back down, his arms holding my legs, hands gripping my waist.

His head lowers, his face grazing against the sensitive skin. The first touch of his tongue on my clit sends my hips thrusting up to his face, my hands tangling in his hair. With his hold on my legs and waist, I'm unable to move, even if I wanted to. Gabriel is ruthless. He uses his mouth, his tongue, his teeth on my clit and his fingers to bring me over the edge.

By the third time, my whole body is trembling and my toes feel numb from curling them into the bed. My hands are sweaty and stick to Gabriel’s hair when I finally let my arms drop aiid”

from his head.

He stands again and drops his pants to the ground, before sliding in bed next to me. His bands around my waist, and he pulls my body into him, moving us away from the wet spot on the sheets.

“IT can’t move or think,” I tell him, and hear his chuckle against my back.

“Get some sleep, Harper,” he whispers against my shoulder.

I tilt my head back and find his lips with mine. He tastes like me and him, which only makes my body heat all over again.

“What about you?” Gabriel’s grey eyes flare when he looks at me.

“Later, baby. Tonight was just about you.” He kisses my cheek and the soft spot on my shoulder again.

I want to argue, I think I should do something to reciprocate, but thanks to his magical fingers and tongue, I can’t move. I’m exhausted and his >

body is warm against mine. I could get used to this.

“Me too, Harper. Me too.”