Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince-Chapter 131: Every bit of pleasure and love

Gabriel collected the rose petals from the mattress and put them over the glass table. As he stood straight, he heard the clicking of the washroom door and turned his gaze there.

Amelie stepped out of the washroom in the nightdress while crossing her arms around her chest, her long hair cascaded down on her chest and back.

Gabriel swallowed the lump formed in his throat, his eyes changing into the deeper shade of violet as they never detached from her face.

Amelie was biting her lower lip while walking forward, her eyes flickering with anticipation, her heart racing wildly against her chest.

"You can use the washroom if you want," Amelie murmured, her feet halted slowly as she looked at the soft rug beneath her.

Gabriel approached in front of her in nanosecond and held her chin gently so that their gazes would meet.

"I freshened up in the other," he replied. "But what’s this, Amelie? You changed into such a dress," he muttered, flashing a smirk at her.

"Didn’t you want me to wear it?" Amelie asked, her cheeks turning beetroot red because of his intense gaze.

"I think someone else put it inside," Gabriel said.

"What?" Amelie exclaimed in shock. She wore such a revealing nightdress for Gabriel’s sake. Now, embarrassment crept on her face. She again lowered her gaze.

Gabriel couldn’t help but smile more. The hold on her chin vanished as he hand moved to the side of her neck, his thumb rested on her cheek while the other fingers vanished into her soft tresses.

His touch again ignited the same fire she felt moment ago in her body.

"Ame," Gabriel whispered her short name, just enough to lift her eyes slightly, and to capture her rosy lips.

He pulled her close, one arm encircling her waist while the other deepened their kiss. His tongue moved with hunger, and in one swift motion, he lifted her against his side. Amelie gasped into his mouth. Feeling breathless and dazed, she circled her arms around his neck.

As they neared the bed, Gabriel gently lowered her onto the mattress. His body hovered above hers, supported by his elbow to avoid pressing his weight onto her.

"Amelie, my mate, tonight I won’t stop. I am telling you beforehand give my suppressed rut," Gabriel said.

"I know," Amelie moved her hands to his already warm cheeks. She felt the fingers of his other hand caressing her bare thigh, sending tingles in her whole body right after few seconds.

"Make me yours," Amelie said.

That one statement was enough to break the entire resistance he had built around him. He kissed her hungrily this time, the hand on her thigh moved up to her breast, giving it a gentle caress followed by the squeeze.

"Mmmph!"

A soft moan escaped Amelie, muffled against his lips. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer still, until there was no space left between them.

She felt hard bulge through his trousers, and her body arched instinctively in response.

Gabriel caught her bottom lip between his teeth, biting it just enough to draw a soft mewl from her lips before releasing it.

His mouth trailed downward, settling in the crook of her neck where her pulse beat fast beneath delicate skin. His breath was hot against her, and though his lips moved, his eyes stayed open to watch her next reaction.

He ran his tongue slowly over a sensitive spot just above her collarbone, savoring the way her body responded to this gentle ministration. Then, without warning, he nipped it gently.

"Gabriel!" Amelie cried out, her voice trembling with need as her back slightly arched off the mattress. Her head tilted back against the mattress, her breath catching in her throat.

Gabriel’s hand cupped her breast, giving it a firm, deliberate squeeze. He unclasped her bra from behind, releasing her to the cool air between them. It didn’t take him more than a second to remove the barriers from her upper body.

"Ahh, Gabriel!" Amelie gasped, her fingers curling into the sheets.

His mouth found her exposed breast without wasting time while his lips latched onto her sensitive peak.

"Anh... Ngh."

His other hand moved to the second breast, caressing it with slow reverence. His fingers held her bud between them, pulled it bringing more moans and cries from hers.

He let go of her breast and did the same to the second one, repeating the earlier movements. Shortly, he moved his hand down to her belly, drawing tender circles there.

"Angh... Gabriel..." Amelie’s eyes shut. Pleasure started building in the pit of her stomach, her legs pressing together when his firm hand suddenly separated them.

Finally releasing her other breast, Gabriel leaned back onto his knees, giving Amelie a moment to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell with each breath.

"You look fucking stunning from this angle," Gabriel murmured with a grin, showing his hungry desire.

He reached for the last button of his shirt, undoing it slowly.

Amelie’s cheeks flushed deeper at his words, and instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly self-conscious under his intense gaze.

Shrugging off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor, Gabriel leaned over her again. He gently grasped her wrists and pinned them above her head against the pillow.

"What’s the use of even hiding them?" he arched his brow. "I can smell your heat, Amelie. You’re already burning for me... and we’ve barely even begun."

"Don’t took in such a tone," Amelie urged, feeling more shy.

"Why? Fuck, you are drenched down here!" Gabriel’s fingers touched her aching core through the fabric, which was the only piece of clothing on her body. Rest of them, he had already removed.

"Aren’t you going to start?" Amelie asked. "I thought you were eager to–"

"What about your pleasure?" Gabriel questioned. "We have a long night before us, so I’ll take everything slowly, where you’ll feel every bit of pleasure and love, Amelie Sinclair," he declared with a promise.