Chapter 40. Begging

Althea’s eyes met his just as he pushed forward, the thick head of his shaft sliding against her slick folds. The sensation made her gasp, her hands clutching at his shoulders. Slowly, he pressed in, stretching her inch by inch until he was fully sheated inside her, filling her so deeply she could barely breathe.

“Gavriel…” Her voice was breathless, half a plea, half a moan.

He gritted his teeth, savoring the tight, hot feel of her around him. “You’re mine,” he said, his voice thick with possession, before drawing back and thrusting into her again—harder this time.

Her back arched, the bed creaking beneath them as he set a rhythm that was slow but powerful, each thrust hitting deep and making her toes curl. Her nails dug into his skin, clinging to him like she never wanted to let go.

“Faster,” she whispered without realizing, her hips lifting to meet his every stroke.

A feral smirk tugged at his lips. He picked up the pace, the sound of their