Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Three: Let Me Show You

The room was quiet except for our breathing. My heartbeat was still heavy in my chest, but the trembling had turned into a slow, delicious hum. Gabriel was still kneeling between my legs, shoulders rising and falling, eyes on me like I was the only thing left in the world.

We made eye contact. I smiled from my soul and let out a soft laugh.

"Heh... that was amazing. So good, my soldier man." I giggled softly, voice still breathless.

His lips curved. Without breaking the stare he dragged his tongue slowly across his lower lip, licking the gleam of baby gurl from his face. The sight made my stomach flip.

But the night was not over — we both knew that. Sleep tugged at my bones, but the heat he'd kindled wasn't gone. It only deepened.

I needed him... to lay that thang on me.

My gaze drifted lower, and there it was—straining against his waist cloth, thick and curved like a weapon ready to be unsheathed.

The fountain between my thighs stirred again.

His gaze traveled over me, slow and deliberate, etching me into memory before his hand found the tie of my robe.

"May I?" he asked quietly, voice rough.

I nodded.

He leaned forward, fingers catching the loose knot at my waist. When his knuckles grazed my stomach, flutters shot straight through me. He tugged once and the fabric gave way. The robe parted on its own, sighing open.

I shifted my shoulders and eased my arms free, helping it slip down and away until it pooled at my sides. Cool air swept across my skin as his eyes flickered—that beast I love to see—while he drank me in.

I gripped the orange fur scarf in one hand, its calming scent grounding me even as my body twitched and heat pooled low in my core.

I was so turned on and so ready for him.

A slow breath slipped from me. My hands drifted down my body, tracing the lines he'd already set aflame—across my breasts, under the curve of them, along my sides, down to my thighs, then back up the soft rise of my stomach. The scarf brushed over my skin as I moved, the contrast of fur and fingertips teasing shivers through me.

When I reached the hollow of my belly, I drew in a deeper breath, showing him exactly how much he'd undone me, how much I wanted him. My scarfed hand lifted, fingers grazing my lips before I caught one between my teeth, smothered in hunger for him. My other arm stretched over my head in silent invitation.

Enticing him to take me.

Gabriel's breath hitched; his gaze followed the motion, a slow smile curving his mouth before he leaned closer. His eyes never left mine as he started crawling up my body, deliberate and unhurried, looking so sexy, his locs swinging forward to brush my skin.

The air between us grew thick, charged with the sound of our breathing. Every move he made felt measured, like a hunter who already knew his prey had no wish to run.

It was so damn hot... to feel that kind of power focused solely on me.

To feel hunted, but not scared—but thrilled.

To know he could take me if he wanted but instead, he chose to worship me like a prize, not just devour me.

And I'd still choose to be devoured just as fiercely, because he freed me to feel safe—because every ounce of his strength was being used to protect me, cherish me, care for me... and to truly love me.

I let my head fall back, drowning in that thought. The scarf still hung in my fingers as a quiet, knowing laugh slipped from me—meant only for him.

My fingers tightened around the scarf, a wicked smile curving my lips as I breathed, low and thick with tease, "Ohhh, my knight... you've earned your reward—the right to keep this cat for life."