SPELLBOUND Chapter 58 - Good Lord!

Chapter 58 - Good Lord!

Evie supported her weight on his shoulders and rose to her knees when Gavriel stilled under her. She was too dazed to realize the primitive hunger dancing in his eyes.

"Gav –" she couldn't even complete his name because Gavriel suddenly moved and grabbed her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up slightly as he buried his head against her torso. Evie felt his forehead a feverish contrast as to the cool span of her upper body, helping her clear her muddled head a little.

"Evie… oh, G.o.d…" his tone was grave, his eyes were pa.s.sion-drowsed as he cupped the soft shape of her breast with his one hand. He gently kneaded, squeezed it while his mouth kissed her throat.

His hands began to explore her body, on and on, she felt both his light and heavy touches alternately everywhere as if he were determined to leave nothing untouched and unexplored.

"Gav…" Evie moaned and gasped and strained at his touches and kisses. The strong hands tracing over every nook and cranny of her body awakened unspeakable fiery sensations.

Gavriel groaned. Completely absorbed in only feeling her, in finally touching her all over as he had done countless times in his dreams and imaginations. The reality is far superior to what he ever could have fantasised. The feel of her silky skin against his, touching her with his very own two hands was simply a divine luxury he wished to savour and drown in for the rest of his life. He wanted to hold her, touch her, kiss her like this forever.

"Evie…" He uttered her name with a shaky breath and when Evie glanced down at him with heavy lidded eyes, the look on her face sent an extreme thrill zinging though him. It was awakening something primal and savage inside him – and he was not in the mind of stopping it from emerging.

His mouth latched onto her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again, nibbling and licking while his hand travelled determinedly downwards – sure of the end goal.

Evie's heart was drumming violently as she wrapped her arms around Gavriel's head. Her erotic moans echoed and when she felt his hand touched her s.e.x, a shocking jolt of desire made her gasp and tugged on his ink black hair. An unexplainable heaviness entered her limbs, rendering her muscles into a useless, fluid ma.s.s, fully supported by Gavriel's strength alone. Even her head felt like it was water-logged and as though she was trying to force her way through quicksand. It was obvious she was fighting a losing battle – one she is willingly surrendering to.

The irresistible and extreme hunger made her flesh clench in antic.i.p.ation. The warm water and the warm hand touching her kept her stimulated while his mouth and other hand paid attention to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s felt the arousal was too much it was inexplicable and yet she wanted more. More…

She felt his fingertips wander, delicately searching, stroking her farther deeper, making Evie choke out sob – however, it was not one of despair but thick with desire. He played with her little peak next and then, his long finger probed her entrance.

Evie jerked in surprise but Gavriel efficiently distracted and soothed her. His mouth sucked the taut bud of her breast and as Evie gasped, he gently slid his long tapering finger inside her once again, deeper.

The invasion made Evie clench her fists in Gavriel's hair again. "G-gav…" she uttered between her gasps and moans as his finger began to stroke and slide within her with languid rhythm.

The fire blazed even hotter over every inch of her skin. Her head fell back as she felt his thumb playing skilfully across her pulsing bundle of nerves. And before she knew it, a second finger was already inserted inside her. She felt a slight burn as he stretched her carefully and tenderly.

Her moans started to become a little louder as his fingers reached deeper inside, giving her both slight pain and pleasure. That combination was driving her crazy! His fingers worked in delicate thrusts at first until her inner muscles began to relax and clamp down on his fingers and seem to be drawing him in deeper.

"Oh, Evie… just like that love…" he whispered encouragingly, as he drew back to look at her face.

He teased the straining little peak with his thumb, without stopping the gentle thrust of his fingers.

"Do you want me deeper? Faster?" he prompted, and Evie nodded and moaned. "Say it love… I want to hear your voice."

"Yes Gav… please… fast…" she panted, and of course, he gladly obeyed.

"My pleasure, love." He said and his fingers thrust faster, deeper without pausing – all the while, maintaining a steady but stimulating pace. Not allowing her a single moment to catch her breath. He did not relent from his delicious strokes and torment until Evie swallowed a scream and shuddered intensely in his hands.

Her knees gave in and she slumped over him, breathing hard as she came down from the heavens where he had momentarily sent her to.

"How was that? Way better than just kisses, right?" his deep hypnotic voice echoed in her ear.

Dazed, Evie nodded and pulled away. She wiggled and it was Gavriel's turn to groan.

l.u.s.t jolted him and he knew he was going to lose it very soon. He wanted to be inside her so very badly. She was ready for him – more than ready. He could feel it. G.o.ds… he could not take it anymore.

With the last bits of whatever was left that of his shredded-up self-control, he restrained himself. He cannot – would not – take her here. He would ensure she was treated properly, given the finest treatment in their bed. He wanted to make sure she would be comfortable. Their first time must be done in the most proper place possible.

However, before he could move, Evie suddenly captured his mouth and kissed him. Gavriel's eyes went wide, not expecting an attack. G.o.ds… his wife kissed him first?! He could hardly believe it. Did something happen today?

The little sc.r.a.p of self-control he had been holding onto was about to snap when he suddenly broke the kiss.

His eyes shocked as he held her shoulders and made her looked at him. "You… my G.o.d… you drank wine?!"

Evie blinked and smiled goofily at him. It was the kind of smile that nearly made Gavriel's heart stopped. "Don't worry… It was only just a tiiiiiiny gulp." After which she gave a little giggle.

The prince's mouth dropped, utterly speechless. So, she had actually allowed him to touch her because she was drunk… Good Lord!

Gavriel did not know what to say or do. Even if she indeed just sipped on the wine, that would be enough to make her drunk – as evidenced in her conduct right now.

His hand flew to his head and he ran his fingers through his hair, smiling in utter exasperation when suddenly, Evie grabbed his aching manhood. Another shocking move. No. She was drunk! G.o.d dammit!! He would be wearing out his teeth by the end of the day with the amount of gritting and clenching he had been doing!