The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 268

Graham’s movements were deliberate, his confidence unshakable as

he slid his hand down her body, his fingers brushing against the

waistband of her panties. She tensed, her hands still pressed against

her chest, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and longing. But he didn’t

stop. Without warning, his hand slipped beneath the fabric, his palm

pressing against the soft, sensitive skin of her lower abdomen.

Isla’s breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping her lips as his fingers

ventured lower, exploring the warmth and wetness that awaited him.

His touch was firm, possessive, yet achingly tender, as if he knew

exactly how to unravel her. She tried to protest, her voice a faint,

trembling whisper, but Graham silenced her with a low, commanding

shush, his lips brushing against her ear.

“In a moment,” he murmured, his voice a deep, velvety growl that

sent shivers down her spine, “you’re going to calm down and tell me

how much you like this. I promise.”

She could feel the slickness between her thighs, the way her body

betrayed her, responding to his touch with a fervor she couldn’t

control. His index finger traced a slow, deliberate path along her folds, the sensation so intense it made her gasp. Her hips jerked involuntarily, seeking more of his touch, even as her mind struggled

to process the overwhelming pleasure.

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Graham’s breath was hot against her neck, his lips grazing her skin as

he whispered, “So wet for me already. You can’t hide how much you

want this, Isla. How much you want me.”

His finger continued its exploration, circling her entrance before

dipping inside, just enough to tease her. Isla’s hands fell away from

her chest, her fingers clutching at his shoulders as a moan tore from her throat. Her body was alight with sensation, every nerve ending screaming for more. She was utterly exposed, completely at his

mercy, and yet she felt no fear–only a desperate, aching need.

His finger pressed with more pressure, curling slightly to find that

spot inside her that made her cry out. Her nails dug into his

shoulders, her head falling back as waves of pleasure crashed over

her. She was lost in the sensation, her mind blank except for the feel

of his touch, the sound of his voice, the heat of his body against hers.

Then he waited and waited some more before doing it all over again.

This time he kept his touch light, his fingers barely grazing her sensitive folds, teasing her with the promise of more. The moment

his fingertips brushed against her, she cried out, her voice breaking as her head fell back, her neck exposed and vulnerable. Her eyes

fluttered shut, her lips parting in a silent gasp as pleasure coursed

through her. She was lost in the sensation, her hands gripping the

sheets beneath her, her body writhing under his touch.

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Taking advantage of her distraction, Graham moved quickly but

deliberately. His hands slid down her thighs, his fingers hooking into

the waistband of her panties. In one smooth motion, he rolled them

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