Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen: Loc'd In

When I woke up, unaware of the time of day, my mind and body were clear of stress, plans, or plots—I simply existed in a good space. Gabriel lay right on top of me, his face and arm comfortably resting on my chest, his hand in particular covering my breast, his face on his mate mark, his beautiful naked form in all its glory.

His locs framed his face so perfectly. He was simply gorgeous and all mine. I smiled from deep within as I leaned over to shower his face with kisses, but a sharp pain shot through my back, radiating through my body, reminding me of our wild night.

Memories flooded my mind, and I really ate them up, leaving no detail unexplored. I mean, I licked the plate clean, relishing every moment, and I had no regrets—I knew they didn't either.

However, I overindulged and pushed myself too far, causing me to pass out right in the middle of our session—a first for me. I covered my mouth in disbelief at my own behavior. Who knew I could be so feral?

I was tender to the touch, feeling sublime and glowing with satisfaction. I couldn't wait to see how my hair, makeup, and the rest of my day would unfold—I just knew it was going to be good.

I closed my eyes, groaning from the sweet ache, I opened my eyes to find Gabriel looking at me—primal and hypnotizing. The sun gleamed across his tan skin, making him a sight to behold.

He kissed his mate mark, before moving his hands up to my face, he leaned in and kissed me softly—first on my lips, then my eyelids, nose, and back to my lips again, all with a gentle touch. I hummed in complete serenity, savoring the moment.

We made eye contact, and I felt hearts form in my eyes as I stared into his honey-golden eyes, "Good day, my pretty babe," he said.

I beamed. "Good day, my gorgeous man." He smiled that heart-stealing smile and got up. I admired the view of him from head to toe as he adjusted his waistcloth and went about my daily care routine.

As he approached with soap and a rag to wash my face and hand me a prickly fruit for my teeth, it was the first time we had been completely alone together. I basked in the intimacy between us, smiling and showering him with affection. I kissed his nose, hands, chin, and lips, nipping and love-biting him, savoring every moment.

Being a horn ball whore, eyeing his waist cloth, thinking I might have misread the occasional heated glances from Gabriel, given my own state of mind. And babygurl got to purring. I closed my eyes trying to keep upright.

Saying to myself mentally. Whoa now girlie. Stop being a greedy whore. You was stuffed plenty last night and now were in the consequences of an aching glory a battered kitten. I placed my hands over my cat, trying to shake out the memories forming in my head. Cause baby gurl was reminiscing.

"Pretty babe, you alright?" Gabriel asked, amusement and a heated gaze in his eyes.

My throat went dry as I became flustered. "Hmm? Oh, never better," I replied, stretching to avoid his gaze.

As he approached to help me up for a bathroom break, our eyes met. I followed his gaze downward and realized I was completely naked.

We locked eyes, he wiggled his eyebrows, and I couldn't help but giggle.

"No wonder you were looking at me like that," I teased.

He winked. "I can't help it."

Cupid right to my heart. He was so fine, I hid my face in my hands, shaking them back and forth in awe of him.

He approached, and my heart raced in my chest. God, this man was lethal. As he helped me up, his touch sent shivers down my spine, his hands gliding smoothly down my sides. Time seemed to slow as we locked eyes, exchanging breaths. We stood close, chest to chest, knees touching intimately. Lost in him, with my hands resting on his forearms, gazing up into his eyes.