Chapter 60: Want your permission

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Chapter 60: Want your permissionGabriel’s lips trailed slow, heated kisses along her throat, down to the delicate curve of her neck. His hand slid from her hip to the small of her back, guiding her even closer, until there was no space left between them. The phone slipped from Amelie’s fingers and landed on the couch, forgotten. Her palm found his chest, steadying herself, only for Gabriel to catch it and gently place it over his shoulder, anchoring her to him. His lips brushed the soft skin above her collarbone, lingering there with a teasing pause. Then, intentionally, his teeth grazed a sensitive spot just above her collarbone, making her gasp. A soft cry escaped her lips, and without meaning to, her hips rolled against him, drawing a low groan from his throat. "Fuck," Gabriel cursed under his breath. His hand tangled in her hair, guiding her closer as his lips hovered just above hers, ready to claim the kiss they both felt building between them. But before he could close the gap, Amelie gently placed a finger against his lips. "You won’t ask your sister to leave," she whispered. "She’s trying to build a bridge with you, Gabriel. But if she’s ever wronged you, I won’t stand in your way. I just... want peace between you two." Gabriel exhaled slowly, his breath brushing her skin as he tilted her head slightly back, studying her expression. "Kate never did anything wrong," he admitted. "I just... I keep her away because in the end, she’s still part of the palace. And I don’t trust anyone there. Not anymore. Except for my father." "Then, she can come here, can’t she?" Amelie asked in a low voice. "Yeah. Because you won," Gabriel said. He didn’t wait for her response and crashed his lips on hers, kissing her hungrily. The hand that had held her hip now glided to her thigh, tracing slow, deliberate patterns that made her shiver. He tilted her head further to kiss her deeper, the world around them forgotten. The hand under her top moved upward, tensing her nerves and igniting fire through them. Feeling the need of the oxygen, Amelie pulled away and breathed hard while peering right into his violet eyes. She could feel her lips twitching because of the intensity of their kiss. Gabriel’s hand had stopped moving as if he was silently asking through that eye lock for her permission to go ahead. Amelie’s lips quivered, wondering why he stopped. But she could sense something deeper in his eyes. "Why do you like me? Sometimes, it’s hard to believe," she said. "I’ve answered that many times already," Gabriel murmured as he suddenly flipped her onto the couch beneath him. Amelie instinctively pressed her hands against his chest, trying to create a little space, but he caught both wrists with ease and pinned them gently above her head. His face hovered close, violet eyes burning into hers with raw intensity. "I love seeing that look on your face," he whispered with a crooked grin. "Everything about you tempts me." His hand slid from her waist upward, fingers brushing over the top of her breast with a feather-light caress that sent a shiver through her. Her lips parted, breath catching in her throat. "We didn’t lock the door..." she said while trying to stay composed. Gabriel’s gaze didn’t falter. "Why does that matter right now? No one comes in until I ask them to. So, keep your focus on me. You’re all I see." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek as his hand rested firmly on her body. "But I need to hear it from you. I’m holding back, Amelie, not because I want to, but because I can’t cross that line unless you say the word. I don’t know why it matters so much, but it does. I want your permission." Amelie couldn’t find a single reason to resist him. From the moment she stepped into the room, Gabriel’s pheromones had been slowly unraveling her restraint, drawing her in, clouding her thoughts. Their intensity had only grown, almost possessive in how they clung to her skin, silently confessing just how deeply he desired her. "You have my permission," she whispered at last. She watched his pupils dilate, the violet of his eyes darkening like storm clouds ready to break. In a second, her top was tugged away from her body, leaving her breathless. Heat bloomed across her cheeks, turning them a crimson red. He had seen her like this before, but something about this moment felt far more intimate. The way he looked at her now wasn’t casual or teasing. It was reverent. And it made her heart race all over again, not from embarrassment, but from the excitement of being wanted so deeply. Gabriel’s lips latched onto the delicate skin of her neck, drawing soft, involuntary gasps from her. His hot kisses ignited pleasure in her body while branding her with affection and desire. His trail of kisses wandered lower until he reached the smooth curve of her belly. The grip on her wrists remained firm on her wrists. His other hand cupped her breast, fingers caressing her with aching tenderness. A shiver rolled down her spine when the pad of his thumb brushed over the sensitive peak, coaxing a breathy moan from her lips. "Ngh..." she whimpered, her heart pounding so loudly she thought he might hear it. When his mouth pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses to her belly, Amelie felt a surge of heat swirl deep in her core. Her body trembled beneath his touch. Her core ached, begging to be touched. Her toes curled instinctively, her legs shifting restlessly, betraying the desire thrumming through her veins. Sёarch* The Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Gabriel finally released her wrists, and the hand that once restrained her now moved tenderly to cup her right breast, mirroring the other. His thumb brushed across her sensitive skin again, drawing a sharp breath from her lips as her back arched subtly in response. "Ahh... Gabriel!" Her eyes moved down and saw him smirking at her.

Chapter 60: Want your permission

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