SPELLBOUND-Chapter 51 - One-of-a-kind

Evie felt her gaze involuntarily drift down and then was glued on his very evident erection and her heart skipped a beat as she swallowed hard. She had to use all her willpower to drag her gaze away from that spot and look back into his eyes. With cheeks aflame and when she saw the look on his face and the intense glimmer in his bright eyes, Evie determined in her heart, moved her hand slowly towards his bulge.

Her movement was filled with hesitation that Gavriel had to hold his breath and told himself to wait patiently when her hand was taking too long to reach his eager sex. His heart was pounding so hard it felt that he would get a heart attack. She was excruciatingly slow that it took all of Gavriel's self-control and iron will not to grab her hand and guide it over him where he truly needed it.

As he watched her hand inching closer, the anticipation became quite torturous. He battled within himself whether he should speak out and urge her to hurry up. But his next thought was that he might just be too impatient and that was why he felt her movement was so damned slower than it actually was. Patience Gavriel… he told himself.

And at last, his long suffering was finally rewarded! Her dainty hand finally reached its destination. Gavriel bit his lip at the butterfly touch of her hand.

Evie looked both shocked and fascinated the moment she felt how hard and hot it was. Despite the hesitation and nervousness, she couldn't help but feel wonder and curiosity at the same time.

Hesitantly, she molded her fingers over the length of him and a pained-like groan echoed in her ear. She jerked in surprise and whipped her gaze up to Gavriel's face as she snatched her hand back.

Her eyes wide, looking worried and apologetic. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, anxious that she had done something wrong in her ignorance in matters such as these.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I… I think I just hurt you?" she hazarded a guess.

She looked so adorable looking all torn between being shy and worried of doing something wrong that Gavriel just wanted to burst out in laughter. However, he managed to hold himself back. A flicker of tender amusement gleamed in Gavriel's eyes as he caught his lower lip between his perfect white teeth to stop himself from smiling and giving himself away. Teasing her was another fun thing he loved to do.

"What made you think you hurt me?" he asked despite knowing why.

"You groaned… in pain. You sounded like… like…" as she tried to find the right word, Gavriel bent and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

When he pulled away, the corner of his lips deepened with a wickedly sensuous smile. "No, love…" he said and paused, "Well, yes. I'm in pain but it's a different kind of pain, Evie. It's the pleasurable kind of pain. You know what I'm talking about, right?" He locked his gaze with hers, not allowing her own gaze to drift away, even if he understood her bashfulness. He wanted to savour and imprint into his mind every single response she brings forth.

She nodded, flushing hard, thinking that it might be something like the unbearable feeling she had experienced when he kissed her down there.

"Touch me again, Evie." He whispered as his eyes held hers. And when Evie looked down again, she nearly gasped at the sight of his hard length already freed from the tight confines of his trousers. Since when did he manage to do this?

"First time seeing one?" Gavriel asked and Evie nodded in a daze, unable to take her eyes off his mighty hardness. She could not help but gulp. Gods… It was so much bigger and… longer in real life than she had thought and heard of…

"Touch it wife... Go on, it won't bite." He whispered, smiling as he coaxed her.

Curiosity stirred powerfully inside her and to Gavriel's surprise and immense pleasure, she reached out again, this time with less hesitation and more speed compared to her earlier actions. She eased her hand along the hardness shyly and Gavriel nearly purred in pleasure.

He seemed to revel in her every innocent and curious touch as he nuzzled his head into the nook of her neck.

"Yes, love… like that… yes… curve your fingers around it…" he instructed. His fiery breath fanning against her skin all the while letting out a faint masculine groan.

When Evie did as he said and gripped his heavy shaft with her petite cool hands, the contrast in temperature caused Gavriel to suck in a quick breath. "Yes, love… like that… stroke it… up and down…"

"Like… this?" she managed to speak as she glided her hand over him. The ripples of his silky hair against her bare neck and shoulder were raising gooseflesh over her skin.

He pulled his head away to look at her and their eyes met. His eyes held a wicked glitter. "Faster, love… please…" he panted at her between his roughened breaths.

Understanding what he wanted her to do, Evie increased her pace and his eyes closed. His long and think lashes trembling slightly against his cheek.

Gavriel could not even comprehend how good he was feeling at this moment. It was as if she opened a floodgate of desire hiding inside him, and now he was drowning in nothing but pleasure. A pleasure he thought that was more powerful than anything he had ever experienced before. The strangest thing was that she was only touching him, for heaven's sake!

"Evie..." the deep and guttural way he uttered her name almost sounded like a tortured cry, his lips parting from the force of his sharp breaths.

A low sound vibrated from deep within his chest, and his shaft jerked violently in a series of spasms as he spent himself in her hand.

Evie was completely overwhelmed as Gavriel lowered his scorching forehead to rest on her shoulder. His breaths came out hissing violently between his clenched teeth.

"God…" he let out a shaky breath after a while longer before finally pulling away. He stared at her still dazed and flushed face, looking as if he were beholding at an extraordinary one-of-a-kind creature in the whole of creation.