Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0467 He takes off my panties and I feel one of his hands trail back down over my stomach and slide between my legs.

My heart stutters, but I'm still so desperate for his touch. My mouth opens to his kiss, moaning against his lips, while I lift my hips into his touch, begging for him not to stop. His fingers slide over my slick skin and rub against my clit, rolling the bundle of nerves.

Fuck, I’m going to come so quick. My legs start to tremble on the bed, my head tilting back into the mattress.

Gabriel hums against my skin in approval, my legs spread wide offering him a view all the way down my body.

My eyes open, his heated glance on my face.

“That’s fucking sexy.” He moves from my clit to slip a finger inside, curling it to rub against my G-spot.

My body jerks, a gasp leaving my

-— EEE throat. Gabriel grins down at me, pumping his finger into me before adding a second and groaning at the tight fit. My body trembles and my hips buck against his hand, searching for the orgasm that feels just out of reach.

clit again in tight circles, adding the right amount of pressure until I shatter. I come all over his fingers, dripping down his arm and underneath me onto the bed. His

Gabriel collapses on my side, breathing just as hard. One look at his waist and I can see his cock straining against his pants. I reach for him, intent on making him feel as good as I

baby.” His

over the bed. My heart sinks,

my thighs and pull me down the bed, his fingers gentle yet firm on my fleshy

for me, Harper.” His voice is full of

holding my legs,

my clit sends my hips thrusting up to his face, my hands tangling in his hair. With his hold on my legs and waist, I'm unable to move, even if I wanted to. Gabriel is ruthless. He uses his mouth, his tongue, his

the third time, my whole body is trembling and my toes feel numb from curling them into the bed. My hands are sweaty and stick to Gabriel’s

from his head.

next to me. His bands around my waist, and he pulls my body into him, moving us away from the wet spot on

move or think,” I tell him, and hear his chuckle against my

he