The Devil's obsession with the Heiress

[Warning: Mature content ahead.]

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[Music recommendation: Fleurie - Love and War]

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’There has been a need building up within me. A need.... that only seems to intensify with every passing day. I knew it was impossible to ignore as time passed. With how things have been between me and him, this ache only seems to become all the more unbearable.’

"Let me taste you, Aliana."

As those words left Gavriel’s lips, her hazy eyes slowly widened before dropping to him, only to find him looking up at her with such raw need in his eyes that she felt as though her brain was being rewired.

Aliana failed to respond, caught beneath the weight of his gaze, only to notice the wicked, dark glint flash within his alluring eyes.

Without looking away from her, his mouth trailed from the swell of her breasts until his lips paused directly above her hardened peak, which was clearly visible through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Her mouth parted involuntarily when he gave one languid lick to her hardened peak before whispering, "Should I take your silence as a yes? Because..."

"...I’m very impatient right now." With that, he caught her hardened peak between his teeth, making Aliana hiss at the sharp sting.

True to his word, he was ’impatient.’

Determined to drive her completely out of her mind, he swirled his wicked tongue around her nipple he had just bitten, turning her into a trembling mess. A wave of pleasure shot straight to her brain, causing her knees to grow weak until the last remaining shred of her reason slipped away.

The desire.... the ache between her legs that she had been tormented by since waking from her coma finally reached its boiling point.

And just like always, only one word slipped from her lips.

"Yes," she whispered, her fingers tightening in his soft hair. She loved the feel of its texture against her skin, and a glint of possessiveness flared within her, wanting to be the only one allowed such a privilege.

Unaware that Gavriel had never allowed a woman to touch his hair or his face before. He had always despised the idea of kissing or engaging in touches that were too emotionally intimate and strictly stuck to his cold, rough ways.

But with her, all his rules were quietly burning to ashes.

’Yes.’ Her soft whisper was all he needed to straighten to his full height, looming over her completely.

His eyes blazed with such ferocity that Aliana unconsciously swallowed hard, pressing herself even closer against the wet wall.

He stared into her glassy, beguiling eyes. Eyes that questioned him with innocent curiosity, even though they were more than capable of spitting fire at him. And somehow, he found himself utterly enraptured by them.

’How did this woman possess so many shades to her?’ he quietly asked himself.

A dark rage slithered deep within his chest at the sudden memory of the words spoken by those lowlifes at the club.... the ones who claimed he would eventually get bored and discard her.

’Bored? Never!’ 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

How dare they think he would ever let her go, or allow anyone else to lay their filthy hands on her?

She was already his. His to taste, his to savour, and his to protect. He would spill a million times more blood if it meant keeping her with him forever. Even if she herself tried to run away, even if she felt suffocated by him, he would never let her go. And he definitely would never stop tasting her.

Gavriel had known she was dangerous from the very first moment they met. He knew that what he had begun to feel for her was an intoxicating obsession, one that would only intensify with every passing minute he spent in her presence.

He knew he would only get worse.... worse for her and worse for himself, just like an unhealthy addiction.

But he didn’t mind getting swept away. He simply wanted her too badly.

His blood thrummed with excitement while his base desires leaked into his consciousness, growing stronger with every heartbeat.

Without a second thought, the hands that had released her only a minute ago grabbed the thin fabric of her nightgown and...

Rip!

To Aliana’s utter shock, he tore the satin to shreds with his bare hands, ripping the cloth as effortlessly as if it were nothing but paper.

The warm steam from the shower brushed against her bare skin. Her hands instantly flew up to cover her exposed chest while a fierce blush coloured her entire body as she stared at him in sheer shock.

Gavriel, on the other hand, continued to look down at her with a serious expression, with nothing but intense desire swirling within his gaze.

Not giving her any time to process what had happened, he continued to tear away the flimsy material until it was completely off her body before carelessly tossing it onto the floor. He then pried her hands away and pinned them above her head.

Her heart hammered against her chest at the sudden exposure, with only white lace underwear left on her body.

Her trembling lips parted as she tried to find her voice. "Gav... I... can’t-"

Gavriel leaned close, his lips hovering a mere breath away from hers as he whispered, "Don’t hide. Not from me, baby."

With that, he captured her mouth in a slow yet deep kiss, as if he were physically consuming her fears and anxieties. Slowly, he felt her stiff, trembling body begin to relax against the wall.

The hands holding her wrists slowly loosened their grip, trailing down her arms until they guided her hands onto his broad shoulders.

Lost in the maddening rhythm he had set for them, Aliana eagerly followed his lead, locking her fingers behind his neck once again.

Without breaking away from their deep, heated kiss, Gavriel’s hands travelled lower down her bare back. The silkiness of her skin was such a delightful sensation against his palms that he felt a primal urge to sink his fingers deep into her flesh.

Reaching below her slender waist, he splayed his hands over the supple softness of her hips, squeezing them hard enough to draw a muffled moan from her throat. But he refused to let her break away from the kiss, keeping her mouth entirely trapped under his.

With a swift, powerful movement, he lifted her, prompting her to wrap her legs tightly around his bare waist as he pressed his hardness against her aching wetness, sending a shudder straight through her body.

Aliana then felt herself being carried away from the wet wall. She felt him walk, holding her so effortlessly as if she weighed absolutely nothing at all. But her mind was no longer capable of tracking where they were going.

Instead, she was entirely consumed by the delicious friction of something hot and hard rubbing against the thin, lacy fabric of her underwear, and she found herself beginning to weep down there while desperately craving more for more.