Ex-Husband's Regret

Chapter 0466 Gabriel’s mouth is on me the second the door closes behind us. His Kiss is hard and almost punishing.

“No, one touches what’s mine, and make no mistake you are mine, Harper,” he growls, his voice thick with anger.

“I was just dancing when he came up tome,” I defend myself, “I tried to walk away but he grabbed me.” Things between me and Gabriel have been tensed the past few days. Tense, not because things were bad, but because they were really good. Nothing else happened after dinner that night.

We ate, drank, and talked. That kiss though had been the highlight of night.

There have been many more kissed between us since then. Kisses that leave me wanting so much more. His kisses have become my addiction. It’s insane, I know, but I can’t resist them.

b The moment he takes my lips, I melt 4

I into goo.

It’s been four days since the dinner, I stopped putting pillows between us on the third night. It was useless anyway since I end up in his arms either way.

“It doesn’t matter,” his voice pulls me back to reality. “No other man as allowed to touch you.” “Is that so? And does the same apply to you? Is no other woman allowed to touch?” I run my finger down chest, as my eyes stared directly into his.

you came back into my life, other woman

are the only woman that can touch me now, Harper, because your touch is the only one I can stomach.” Gabriel had a way

automatically wrap around my waist, bringing me flush against his body. I wanted

drunk are you?” he asks, pulling

cock is pressed against my stomach, and trust me, he is rock

reply “How fitting because right now, all I want is to give you an orgasm. One that

step away from him, putting some distance

rest of the distance between us. One of his hands, fists in my hair and his arm bands around my waist, lifting me against him.

on my toes. I wrap my arms around

feel good, baby. I'l] keep going until you believe I want you.” His lips meet mine in a kiss so

sweet about the way his lips feast on mine, consuming them, marking

my mouth, stroking and gliding with my own. My hands

walks us back toward the