CHAPTER 250: THROBBED WITH NEED

**Mature Content ahead**

Amelie was quick to wrap her arms around his neck, drawing him in with a soft, knowing smile. Gabriel felt the warmth of it against his skin as she leaned closer, her hair cascading over her shoulders and brushing his cheeks like silk.

He slid his arm around her waist, pulling her gently onto his lap. The moment her body settled against his, he noticed it, her rich scent. It was stronger than before.

His breath hitched when she pressed her lips to the side of his neck, first licking the hollow just beneath his jaw before placing a soft, lingering kiss there. A growl escaped his throat, his arms tightening around her.

She gasped when his hand instinctively cupped one of her breasts, now fuller and tender from the changes blooming within her body.

"They’ve gotten bigger," Gabriel murmured in a low voice as his other hand moved to her blouse, slowly undoing the buttons with patient care.

Amelie looked into his eyes, her hands gently cradling his face again. "Gabriel... I feel your scent more strongly these days. It pulls me in."

He met her gaze, something primal flickering in his eyes. "Even I feel it now. Your scent has changed. It’s richer. Wilder... it drives me crazy."

Without another word, Gabriel eased them both down onto the mattress. He made sure she was resting comfortably on top of him, her body nestled against his, their legs naturally tangling with each other.

His hand moved to the back of her head, fingers slipping through the soft strands of her hair. And when she leaned down to kiss him.

Their kiss was slow and deep, a dance of longing and connection. Their tongues met in a rhythm that left them breathless.

With careful movements, Gabriel eased Amelie down onto the mattress, hovering above her. His face dipped into the curve of her neck, placing open-mouthed kisses along her sensitive skin. Each kiss sent heat spiraling through her body, drawing soft, involuntary sounds from her lips.

He was mindful, never forgetting the precious life growing inside her. His weight stayed away from her bump, his body cradling her protectively even in passion.

As her blouse loosened, it slipped open to reveal the generous curves of her breasts, now fuller than before, their shape barely held within the confines of her bra. Gabriel’s gaze darkened with awe and desire.

"Mmmph... Gabriel," she whispered his name like a prayer, her hand finding his hair, her breath hitching as his lips brushed over the curve of her breast.

He murmured something against her skin, "You’ve become much more beautiful," before taking one tender peak into his mouth. His tongue moved slowly, reverently, while his other hand fondled the other breast with gentle care, drawing out a gasp from her.

"Really? I feel like gaining more and more weight... Ahh!"

She cried when his teeth grazed her peak. He latched his tongue on it while his eyes focused on hers. Her toes curled, her fingers sliding into his hair as warmth flooded her.

"I love everything about you," Gabriel said as he finally lifted his head. "So, don’t feel anything about your body. You’re perfect, Amelie and it’s important for a mother to gain mass," he asserted.

"Yeah, I know," Amelie said, smiling warmly at him.

"I don’t wish to stop, but in the evening we have a date too. I don’t want you to feel exhausted," Gabriel said, his thumb caressing her cheek.

"But I want you... Inside me," Amelie expressed her desire. Her hands moved down to touch him and he growled, his eyes changing color immediately as blood rushed into his veins. His wolf had turned all excited with just one touch.

Amelie’s eyes remained on his, realizing he wanted it too. Her hands quickly worked on his belt, unbuckling it fast.

"You’re..."

"...rock hard. That’s what you do to me," Gabriel breathed against her skin, lips grazing her chin.

"Fuck," he hissed as her hand wrapped around him. The heat of her touch made his hips twitch, his body already begging for more.

"Ame," he groaned, her name escaping his throat like a plea. "Please... don’t stop."

Taking that as a green signal, Amelie began to move her hand slowly along his length, feeling the weight, the warmth, the way his body responded instantly to her. The sounds he made, the low growls, the sharp intakes of breath, sent a pulse straight between her thighs. Her core throbbed with need.

She leaned in, her lips brushing along his neck, tongue teasing over his pulse point while her fingers stroked him from base to tip. He was thick and hard, the kind of hardness that made her clench in anticipation of being filled.

"Gods, you’re going to be the death of me," Gabriel groaned, his hand slipping under her blouse to palm her breast, his thumb brushing over her sensitive peak.

"Ngh..." Amelie moaned this time.

His growl rumbled low in his chest, but just before he lost control, Gabriel caught her wrist and gently pulled her hand away from his length, pressing it against the sheets.

"Gabriel!" she protested, her voice breathless and a little hurt. "Didn’t I make you feel good?"

He opened his eyes and met her gaze, a wild, hungry smile curving his lips. "You made me feel incredibly wild," he said, "but now it’s your turn."

Without breaking eye contact, he slipped his hand between her thighs and reached for the zipper of her skirt. The fabric slipped down her hips, pooling at the edge of the bed.

"You should undress too," Amelie whispered, biting down on her swollen lip.

Gabriel smirked, shifting to his knees. He pulled off his shirt first, revealing his sculpted torso, muscles flexing with every breath. Then came his trousers, followed by his underwear.

Her eyes devoured him, not blinking even for a second.

Without uttering a word, he returned to her, his hands skilled and reverent as he removed the rest of her clothing. His gaze never wavered, drinking her in with the same intensity as his touch.