Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 202: Tasting him, claiming him

"Are you sure he can tell us about the marks?" Gabriel asked as he leaned slightly forward.

Amelie hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I’ve never spoken much with Carlos personally," she admitted, "but the priesthood that wolves recognize, the priestesses, the moon temple elders, they all trace their roots back to the witches. That’s why I believe Carlos might be able to help. More importantly, I think we can trust him. He can help us more than anyone else."

She glanced down at the bowl resting on the small wooden table between them. Picking up another berry, she popped it into her mouth and added, "I am upset that you didn’t share such important information about my mark."

Amelie pouted slightly as she chewed the berry slowly. "You can let me go now," she murmured.

"No," Gabriel replied firmly, tightening his arms around her. One hand moved instinctively to rest over her small bump. "I like holding you like this."

"I thought I was supposed to finish the fruits," Amelie said, lifting another berry and bringing it close to his lips. But instead of feeding it to him, she mischievously popped it into her own mouth.

Gabriel’s eyes darkened with amusement and desire. His hand slipped to the back of her head, pulling her closer. As she bit into the berry, he leaned in and claimed the other half directly from her lips. Their mouths brushed and the taste they shared felt sweeter.

They both chewed, swallowed, and then melted into a slow, deeper kiss.

When they finally pulled apart, Gabriel buried his face in the curve of her neck. His lips trailed slow, open-mouthed kisses along her skin until they reached the mark he had left on her. He lingered there, pressing a gentle kiss before nipping the spot possessively.

He could feel the rapid rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his touch, the soft rise and fall of her chest matching his own heart. His hand caressed the contours of her body with reverence, exploring her curves as if relearning every part of her.

His violet eyes darkened with rising desire. Without a word, he stood, effortlessly lifting her into his arms, holding her close as if shielding something precious.

"Gabriel," Amelie whispered, cupping his face in her hands. Her gaze locked with his for a heartbeat before she leaned in and pressed a firm, lingering kiss to his lips. Her mouth parted slightly, inviting him in, and her tongue slid into his, tasting him, claiming him.

Gabriel responded instantly, his arms tightening around her as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. Their breaths mingled, quick and uneven, as he walked them backward with slow steps. Her back met the smooth post of the four-poster bed, and she gasped softly at the sudden contact.

His hands splayed over her waist, moving her down slowly so that she was on her toes now. The hem of her top slipped up and his warm hands moved upward while not breaking the kiss.

"Gabriel, I need to breathe," Amelie murmured breathlessly, her fingers brushing against his jaw as she pulled back just slightly, her chest rising and falling in rapid rhythm.

"Then breathe," he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Before she could respond, his lips found her chin, placing a feather-light kiss there before trailing lower. Slowly, Gabriel sank to his knees in front of her, his hands gliding along her sides.

Amelie’s eyes fluttered shut the moment Gabriel’s lips met her bump. He pressed slow, tender kisses along the curve of her belly as if offering his warmth and devotion to the life growing inside her.

A moment later, she felt his fingers at the button of her trousers. Slowly, he undid them and gently slipped them down her legs, letting them stay curled beside her feet.

Standing tall again, he met her dazed gaze, his eyes molten. Her breath caught when he reached for the hem of her top and lifted it over her head, letting it fall to the floor without a second thought.

Amelie reached up to undo the buttons of his shirt, but Gabriel caught her hands. Swiftly, he guided her back onto the bed, his body covering hers as he pressed her into the mattress. His mouth descended on her already exposed breast already exposed, and she gasped sharply.

"Gab–riel..." her back arched in response, her fingers threading through his hair as waves of pleasure began rushing through her.

"I haven’t even started, and you’re already soaking," he murmured as his fingers found her core.

A shiver ran through her. "It’s you... you always do this to me," she breathed out, her voice trembling with need. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

He slid his middle finger into her slick folds, and she gasped, her back arching as her breath caught in her throat. The sensation made her thighs tense around him, her body instinctively responding to his touch.

"You should stop this foreplay and just take me," Amelie whispered breathlessly.

Gabriel’s lips curled into a smirk. "Not that easily, my mate," he murmured as he lowered himself between her thighs again.

His hand gently released her breast and slid down to her thigh, caressing the warm skin there. Amelie flushed, her breath hitching with every soft kiss he trailed along the inside of her leg. When his teeth grazed her skin in a teasing bite, her moans deepened, escaping unfiltered from her lips.

"Ah... Nngh..."

Her eyes squeezed shut as her body quivered under his slow, burning touch. When he reached her most sensitive place, his fingers moved with reverence, parting away the last barrier. Then his mouth found her throbbing core.

"Gabriel... Ahhh!" Amelie cried his name, her hands instinctively moved to his hair as his tongue explored her, taking her to the newer heights of the pleasure.

Soon, Amelie reached her climax and her entire body shuddered under the pleasure. Meanwhile, Gabriel lifted his head, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "Now, we can move to another step," he muttered.

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