Falling For My Ex's Dad (Clarissa and Gabriel) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Desperate To Make You Mine 

Clairessa’s POV 

Chapter 63: Desperate To Make You Mine 

Gabriel paused, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily. His eyes, dark and wild with desire, searched mine. “Why?” he asked, his voice low and full of frustration. “You’ve made it clear you want this.” 

His eyes roamed over my body, and I felt his lingering gaze on me. It made me painfully aware of how revealing my lingerie was. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I tried to look away. 

“Mr. Storm… we can’t,” I murmured, unsure if I was trying to convince him or myself. 

A sly smirk spread across his lips as he created a little space between us. “Can’t?” he teased, confidently. His eyes dropped lower, locking on my hardened nipples that were pressing against the thin fabric. My body betrayed me again, responding to his presence without my permission. 

My cheeks burned in embarrassment, and I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover myself. “Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered, but my voice didn’t sound convincing, even to me. 

He ignored my words and stepped even closer. His lips found my ear, his breath hot and heavy as he whispered, “I can’t stop. You’re driving me insane,” he growled against my neck, his breath hot and heavy making my body tremble with a burning need for him. 

His hand reached up, cupping my cheek gently. His rough palm felt warm against my skin, and the way he touched me made my breath hitch. His thumb brushed over my lower lip, sensually, sending a wave of heat through my body that settled deep in my core. 

“I want you so bad it hurts,” he continued, to seduce me, his voice raw and filled with longing. His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed tightly together. His lips hovered just inches from mine, his breath mingling with mine, making my knees weak. 

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“Let me show you pleasure like you’ve never known,” he whispered, his tone tender but commanding. “I would stroke and adore every inch of you, until you’re trembling, moaning, and begging for more, completely lost in what I can give. You’ll come for me, Clairessa, over and over–until you know only my hands can bring you this kind of release.” 

I couldn’t move. His words wrapped around me, holding me in place as his dark eyes locked onto mine sending a shockwave through my body, as a burning ache throbbed deep between my legs. 

Wetness seeped from me, and I clenched my thighs together, trying to stop the need that was growing stronger with every second. 

My head fell back as his lips brushed against my neck. He kissed the sensitive skin there, his tongue licking softly, making me gasp. 

His lips trailed lower, licking and sucking gently before he groaned, the sound vibrating against my skin. “I know what you’re feeling,” he whispered, his voice rough and husky. “I can feel it too. I know you’re clenching your thighs because my words are making you dripping wet.” 

His fingers moved lower, tracing an invisible line along the curve of my hip before trailing down to my thigh. Each touch felt intentional, as though he was memorizing every inch of me. 

His hands caressed my inner thighs, his fingers brushing against my skin with a teasing lightness that left me trembling. Slowly, he slipped his hand beneath my lingerie, his fingers brushing the edge of my panties. 

“Let’s find out if I’m right,” he murmured, his voice carrying a playful edge. His eyes held a cocky glint as he looked at me with passionate hunger, daring me to stop him. 

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my lips as his fingers toyed with the edge of my panties. 

My mind screamed at me to stop, to put an end to this, but my body burned for him. Desire surged 

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through me like wildfire, consuming every logical thought. For a brief moment, I was ready to let go–to give in completely. 

But a nagging voice inside me pulled me back. Not like this. 

“No, Mr. Storm.” I breathed, my voice trembling as I pushed against his chest with all the strength I could muster. My hands shook as I shoved him away, breaking the moment. “Please stop this madness,” I pleaded, as I backed away, to the other side of the room. 

“Madness?” he growled, his voice full of frustration. He ran a hand through his messy hair, his chest heaving as he tried to control himself. His eyes, still dark with desire, fixed on me. “You’ve already driven me mad. Clairessa. Ever since I met you, I haven’t been able to think straight. You’re all I think about. You’ve taken over my mind, my heart, and turned me into this…. this jealous, desperate drunk man.” 

His words stunned me. I could hardly believe it… Gabriel Storm, the man who was always so stoic and in control, just confessed to how much he wanted me. I could hardly believe it. 

“You’ve ruined my perfectly crafted life,” he continued, stepping closer, his tone softer but no less intense. 1 can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop wanting you.” 

This was everything I had longed to hear, but not like this. Not when he was drunk, his emotions spilling out recklessly. I couldn’t trust it–not now. 

My eyes locked with his. His gaze wasn’t just filled with desire–it was vulnerable, real. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. 

“Mr. Storm You push me away, then pull me back in whenever you feel like it. 

I whispered, my voice shaky. It was hard to speak with him looking at me like that. “I can’t do this anymore. I won’t” 

His jaw clenched, his expression hardened. I could swear I saw pain flash across his face but he turned 

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away too quickly for me to be sure. “Never mind,” he muttered bitterly. “I’ll find someone else tonight.” 

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“Go ahead,” I shouted after him, anger rising in me. “Find one of your top models. It doesn’t matter.” 

I hated the words as they left my mouth, but I couldn’t stop them. I wanted them to hurt him, but they only hurt me. He was proving my point, bringing up another woman–one of his arrangements, perhaps–to push met away.