Seducing My Ex's Father In Law

Chapter 742 "You had trouble breathing?" Gavin asked, his brows dipping as he stared down at me. My cheeks flushed; it's not that I was lying to Gavin about the symptoms I was having, but I also didn't tell him the entire story. I just didn't want to worry about him or anyone, for that matter. "tt was just a little. I think it was just a panic attack because my body knew something was wrong," I tell him. "It's nothing to be concerned about." "When it comes to you, I am concerned about everything," he said, pressing his forehead against mine.

"I'll draw you a bath and then we'll get you into bed. Irene, can you get some water sent to the master suite?" "Of course," she said, hurrying away without another word. I rested my head against Gavin's shoulder as he carried me upstairs and into our bedroom. He walked into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him. He sat me down at the counter, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips before he went to our large and glorious bathtub. He sprinkled some lavender bubbles into the tub before filling it with hot water.

As the bathroom grew steamy and the scent of lavender ---- became potent, relaxing my body and my soul, Gavin walked over to me and stripped off my clothes, layer by layer, until I was bare in front of him His eyes were dark with desire as he stared at me, scooping me into his arms and placing me in the hot water. I let out a breathy moan as my body relaxed even more. It didn't help matters any; Gavin's eyes grew even darker, and a low growl escaped his lips. I opened my eyes to see him at war with his wolf, nearly losing control. I smiled.

looked into my eyes. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "More sure than I am about anything else in my life." I didn't have to ask him twice; he was quickly stripping off his clothes and getting into the tub behind me, wrapping me in his arms so my back was to his front, and his legs were sprawled out beneath mine. I felt his erection pressing into my back, but he made no

his tongue licking the nape of my neck where he had marked me repeatedly. It was almost

almost hoarse. He was right; my eyes had been closed the entire time, and I was practically sleeping on him, despite how badly I wanted him. "That doesn't mean I don't want you..." "It means you should be resting, not fucking. As badly as I want to make love to my

life. I stood in the middle of the forest. A woman stood nearby as well; her back was to me, but I could tell she was older from the way she stood and the way her silver hair glistened in the moonlight. When she turned, I saw eyes