Althea’s breath hitched, and her body began to respond with the familiar tingling sensations spreading through her veins. It still baffled her how easily Gavriel could affect her, how her body reacted to him in ways she could neither explain nor resist. Yet it was a feeling she loved, one she would never grow tired of.
Still, no matter how much she tried, she could never match Gavriel’s stamina. He always seed tireless, relentless in his affection, while she was usually the first to give in, her strength fading long before his. Just like the night before, she had been the one to fall asleep first, utterly spent in his arms.
She lifted his face, forcing him to et her gaze, then leaned down and sealed her lips to his in a deep, hungry kiss. Her body moved with instinctive familiarity, as though it rembered him even when her mind still struggled to catch up.
Her hips shifted against him, slow and deliberate, and her fingers worked at his belt as Gavriel was far too consud with her mouth to stop her. He kissed her like a man who had been starved, as though every breath he took ca from her lips alone.
He easily pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it onto the floor, leaving her bare before him. He leaned in again, kissing her with fervor.
Althea didn’t hesitate, already aware of how hard he was against her. A low groan slipped from him as her body brushed against his, the contact sending a sharp rush of sensation through them both.
She shifted her hips instinctively, drawn closer, ready to welco him, her movents guided by desire rather than thought.
A soft, broken sound slipped from her as she drew closer to him, pressing herself against him without hesitation. Gavriel stiffened at the contact, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he murmured her na against her mouth, holding her tighter as if he might lose her if he let go.
Then she began to move, riding him slowly back and forth, their mouths never separating.
She moved at an unhurried pace, gasping softly for air when Gavriel finally released her lips, trailing kisses down her neck and over her breasts. Her movents gradually quickened, taking him deeper with each roll of her hips as his attention shifted fully to her body.
He lavished her breasts with slow, lingering kisses, drawing soft reactions from her, while his hand caressed the one he was not suckling with his mouth, his touch unhurried and deliberate.
Althea felt as though she might shatter under the wave of pleasure coursing through her body. She loved the closeness between them, the way their bodies moved together, united like husband and wife, bound by sothing deeper than desire alone.
She couldn’t fully explain the feeling. It was too overwhelming, too blissful, and tears slipped from her eyes as she felt herself drawing closer to the edge. The rhythm grew stronger, deeper, faster, until her body jolted and she finally reached her peak.
She trembled in his arms as Gavriel continued to move with her, his attention fixed on her until his body finally went rigid, the warmth of his release grounding them together in that shared mont.
Both of them were still panting as Althea relaxed against him, her body sinking comfortably into his while Gavriel wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He pressed soft kisses to her neck and shoulders before murmuring, “I love you so much, Althea.”
She tilted her head back to look into his eyes, then leaned in, showering his face with gentle kisses before placing a series of soft pecks on his lips. In a loving whisper, she said, “I love you too.”
Gavriel suddenly stiffened, his gaze sharpening as he searched her face. “Did your mories return already?” he asked.
She smiled at him, warmth and certainty in her eyes. “Not all of them. Just fragnts,” she admitted. “But my heart already recognizes what I feel for you, even without my mories.”
She cupped his face tenderly, kissed the tip of his nose, and added softly, “My heart rembers how much I love you, my king.”
Gavriel’s eyes welled up again, and he marveled at how deeply Althea had touched him, how emotional he had beco since eting her—sothing he felt no sha in.
Without a word, he captured her lips once more. This ti, he rose from the chair, carrying her in his arms, her legs wrapped around his hips.
He stayed close to her, unwilling to pull away. Gently, he pressed her back against the wall, their bodies moving together as he continued kissing her, each movent deliberate, intimate, and consuming.
The world narrowed to them—their breaths, their soft moans, the warmth and rhythm of shared desire—until all else faded, leaving only the heat of the mont and the intensity of their connection.
All he knew was that he wanted to hear her call his na again and again, to drive her to the heights of ecstasy over and over. There was no way he could stop now, he had missed her too much, and the hunger he felt for her still burned fiercely.
“Oh, I’ve missed this so much... you driving wild like this,” he murmured against her ear, continuing his movents while teasing her earlobe with soft licks and gentle suckling. Her moans were music to him, and he couldn’t get enough of hearing them. “I just want you close, like this... calling my na over and over again.”
“Let’s have babies, my love,” he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing. “I want to see little Altheas running around, playing.”
He had never thought much about having children before. But now, the idea of so many little ones with Althea filled him with excitent and joy, each thought making him ache for the future they would share together.
Gavriel’s movents quickened, driving her once more to the heights of pleasure, and this ti he followed, releasing everything he had.
Althea clung to his neck, panting as if her life depended on it. “I’d love to see little Gavriels too,” she whispered seductively against his ear.
Gavriel’s smile widened, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “Then you better recharge,” he teased, “because there’s no way I’ll let you rest at all on this journey of ours.”
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