Page 73 of Veiled Yearning

Tiny ripples of excitement build to a tidal wave crashing into me.

Gavril is still working his magic between my thighs, his tongue lapping at me, and now two fingers plunging deep, in and out, getting me ready for him.

The pressure in my belly is coiling, expanding outward through the rest of my body.

I’m breathless with this inescapable desire.

I need him.

I whimper, “Gav, please. Now. Please. I need you inside me.”

A look of pure masculine pride washes across his face. “Anything you want, gorgeous. It’s yours.”

And then he moves.

He braces himself above me, taking some of his weight on his powerful arms, always careful to protect me.

Notching himself at my center, thick and hard and wet with excitement.

Lowering his head to my breast, he bites down lightly, bringing forth a tiny rush of blood.

At the same time, Gavril enters me, sinking to the hilt.

The twin sensations nearly send me over the edge immediately.

The rush of primal pleasure as he takes my blood; the indescribable sensation of his silken thickness dragging at my inner walls.

I clutch at his arms, my nails digging in.

We move faster, crashing into each other—no longer a tender joining, but a desperate one.

I moan, “Gav, harder, more, I need more of you inside me.”

I never could have imagined saying such things, but with Gavril, it’s the most natural thing in the world.

He lifts his mouth from my breast and meets my gaze, his expression so filled with love I could cry from it. “Anything, Chiara. Anything for you.”

And then he captures my mouth, kissing me hard as he keeps pumping into me, bottoming out with every thrust.

His fingers press at that sensitive nub, rubbing and flicking.

One more time, Gavril sinks deep, and the pressure implodes inside me. It’s a star coming to life, sending waves of heat and energy through my body. White flashes burst behind my eyes.

Gavril lets out a loud cry, and he pulses into me, hot and perfect and filling me completely.

His impossibly strong arms tremble, and he rolls over, pulling me along with him. I’m draped across his body, still joined, aftershocks still rippling through me.

“Chiara,” he breathes. “Every time I think it can’t get better. It does.”

I lay my cheek on his chest, listening to his galloping heat beneath my ear. “I know.”

Then we go quiet for a minute, as our breathing settles and our hearts return to a normal pace. Gavril moves us so we’re back on the pillows, and tugs the blanket up to cover us. One hand smooths down my hair, fingers combing through it. I once told him it soothes me, and now he makes sure to do it every chance he gets.

“After this,” Gavril starts, but pauses to take a deep breath.

I’m still laying on him, and he turns me in his arms so he’s facing me. His expression is solemn, gaze slightly worried. “After this. When we don’t have to hide. I was thinking… about what we’ll do next.”

A cold fist slams into my chest. Does he want to end things? Has Gavril decided our lives are too different?

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