Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178: On Phone

Olivia’s POV

"What are you doing now?" Gabriel’s low, husky voice came through the phone, deep and rough like he’d just crawled into bed.

I blushed instantly. "Nothing really... just about to go to bed before your call came," I murmured, my voice soft and warm with sleep.

There was a pause, and then I heard him breathe. "I’m in bed too. I have to sleep early—I’ve got a meeting at eight."

I smiled to myself. "Alright."

A quiet silence fell between us. Not awkward, but tense in a way that made my heart race. Neither of us said anything for a while, and all I could hear was the sound of his breathing—deep, slow, steady. It sent a shiver down my spine.

"I wish you were here in my arms right now," he finally said, voice gravelly, full of yearning. "I’d do anything to have you beside me."

A small shiver ran through me at the sound of his voice, deep and low in my ear. Gabriel’s words lingered in the air between us, heavy and raw, stirring something deep in my belly.

"I wish you were right here in my arms... I would do anything to have you here with me," he said again, his voice thick with emotion and obvious desire.

My fingers gripped the edge of my sheets.

"What would you do if I was there?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. I sounded breathless—even to myself. My heart pounded in my chest like it was trying to escape, and my skin tingled with anticipation.

Gabriel groaned softly through the phone, the sound rough and hungry. "Don’t tempt me, Olivia..."

I licked my lips, my skin already tingling. "I want to know," I said, voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me."

There was silence for a beat, then a sharp inhale from him.

"We’d continue from where I stopped... back in the woods," he said, voice rough now, laced with hunger. "I still remember how your body felt under mine, how you gasped when I touched you right..." his breath hitched, "...right between your thighs."

I clenched my legs together, heat flooding through me. My cheeks burned.

"I didn’t want to stop, Olivia," he continued, voice dark and sensual now. "Do you know how close I was to taking you right there, against that tree?"

A soft sound escaped me—half gasp, half moan.

"I wanted to hear you say my name over and over, feel you shake beneath me as I drove you over the edge. I wanted to mark you... claim you in every possible way."

My body responded to every word. I arched slightly into the mattress, needing relief from the ache building deep inside me.

"Are you touching yourself?" he asked suddenly, his voice rough with desire.

I swallowed hard. "No... not yet."

"Do it for me," he said. "Let me guide you. Let me be the one to make you fall apart... even if it’s through this phone."

My breath caught at his words. The low, commanding tone of his voice sent another shiver coursing through me. Slowly, almost shyly, my hand slipped beneath the sheets, grazing over the waistband of my shorts.

"Are you doing it?" he asked, his voice lower now, more strained. I could practically feel the heat radiating through the phone.

"Yes..." I whispered, closing my eyes.

"Good girl," he murmured, and the praise made me ache even more. "Close your eyes. Pretend I’m there... that I’m the one touching you."

I did exactly that—my lashes fluttering shut, my free hand gripping the sheets as my fingers moved lower. I could still feel his hands from the woods—how he had held me against the tree, his mouth teasing mine until I’d been breathless, desperate.

"I’d start with your neck," Gabriel continued, voice a sinful rasp. "Kiss you slowly... then trail my mouth down your collarbone, across your chest. I’d take my time—make you beg for more."

A soft moan escaped my lips.

He groaned quietly from the other end. "That sound... damn, Olivia. You have no idea what you do to me."

I let my fingers slip lower, guided by the image of him above me—his eyes dark and full of hunger, his body hot and pressed against mine. "Gabriel..."

"Say it again," he ordered softly.

"Gabriel," I whispered again, more breathless this time. "I need you."

"I’d have you under me. Flat on your back, legs spread, my mouth everywhere you’re sensitive. I wouldn’t stop until you were soaked and begging for me to take you." His voice dropped, gravelly and strained with control. "And I’d fucking take you, Olivia. Just like I meant to in the woods."

I moaned and used my other hand to play with my nipple, and a louder moan left my lips.

"Good girl," he rasped. "Do it slow. Let me hear you."

The way he said it—like a command—made me tremble. I brushed my fingers over my slick heat and gasped, imagining it was him touching me, whispering filth into my ear as his mouth dragged down my neck.

"F*ck, Olivia," he groaned. "I can hear your breathing. I can hear how close you are."

"What about you?" I panted. "Are you touching yourself too?"

There was a grunt on the other end of the line, and then the sound of rustling sheets—flesh on flesh. "Yeah," he admitted, breathless. "Thinking about how tight you’d feel. How sweet you’d sound when I finally sink into you."

I moaned softly, hips arching off the bed. "I want you inside me."

"You’d ride me, wouldn’t you?" he asked, his voice breaking slightly. "Nice and slow. Just like that. F*ck, Olivia... I can’t hold back."

His voice grew rougher, more desperate. "I’d take you deep. Hard. Over and over until you screamed my name."

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