The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 283

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His command was like a spark to tinder, igniting something deep

within her. She could feel it building, that pressure coiling tighter and

tighter inside her, until it was almost unbearable. Her hips bucked

against his hand, her body trembling as she tried to hold on, but it

was no use. The pleasure was too much, too intense, and she was

powerless to resist it.

And then, with a sudden, breathtaking release, it all came crashing

down. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, a gushing rivulet of

pure, unadulterated pleasure flooding every inch of her body. Her

back arched off the bed, her muscles tightening as wave after wave of

ecstasy washed over her, leaving her gasping and trembling in its

wake.

She cried out, the sound muffled by Graham’s hand, but no less

intense. It was a raw, primal sound, filled with the sheer force of her

release, and despite his efforts to silence her, she made a hell of a

ruckus. Her body convulsed, her legs shaking as the pleasure

consumed her, leaving her utterly spent.

Her vision blurred, her mind going blank as the intensity of her

climax overwhelmed her. It was like seeing stars, one giant, blinding

burst of light behind her eyes as her body surrendered completely to

the sensation. She was lost in it, completely and utterly consumed by

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the pleasure Graham had given her.

And through it all, he was there, his hand still clamped over her

mouth, his fingers still working her, drawing out every last bit of her

release until she was trembling and gasping, her body limp and

boneless against the sheets.

When it was finally over, when the last waves of pleasure had ebbed

away, Graham slowly removed his hand from her mouth, his touch

gentle now, almost reverent. He leaned in, his lips brushing against

her ear as he whispered, “Good girl. That’s my girl.”

His words sent a fresh shiver through her, her body still humming

with the aftershocks of her release. She was completely spent, her

limbs heavy and her mind foggy, but she could feel the warmth of his

body beside her, the weight of his gaze as he watched her, his eyes

dark with satisfaction.

Graham’s voice was a low, velvety murmur, soothing and possessive

all at once, as he leaned in to press a soft, almost chaste kiss to the

tip of her nose. His touch was tender now, a stark contrast to the

relentless intensity of moments ago, but no less electrifying. His

fingers continued to move gently, stroking her sensitive folds as they

pulsed and quivered beneath his hand, drawing out the last shivers of

her release. Isla’s eyes remained tightly shut, her body still trembling

as it slowly came down from the storm he had unleashed within her.

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“There. There,” he cooed, his voice a soft, reassuring rumble that

wrapped around her like a warm blanket. His lips brushed against her

forehead, her cheeks, her jawline, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses

as he murmured, “Now, at least part of what we started last night has

been completed.” His words were laced with satisfaction, a quiet pride

in the way he had brought her to the edge and pushed her over,

leaving her utterly spent and completely his.

But there was no mistaking the hunger still simmering beneath his

calm exterior. His touch, though gentle, was deliberate, his fingers

tracing lazy circles over her sensitive flesh, as if he couldn’t bear to

stop touching her just yet. And then, his lips found her ear, his breath

hot against her skin as he whispered, “You know, maybe I’ll let you

scream the whole place down on our special night.”

The words sent a fresh jolt of heat through her, her body responding

instantly to the promise in his voice. His tone was dark, teasing, filled

with a raw, unbridled desire that made her pulse race. “For some

reason,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, husky growl, “it

made me even harder.”

Isla’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. The look in

his eyes was intense, filled with a hunger that left no doubt about

how much he wanted her. His words, so crude and yet so utterly

intoxicating, sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. She

could feel the heat pooling low in her belly again, her body already

responding to the promise of what was to come.

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Graham’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile as he watched her, his

fingers still moving lazily over her sensitive flesh, drawing out every

last bit of her pleasure. “Imagine it,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. “Our wedding night. You, beneath me, screaming my

name as I take you, as I make you mine in every way. No holding back,

no silencing you. Just you and me, lost in each other, completely and

utterly consumed.”

The image his words painted was vivid, intoxicating, and Isla felt her

body respond instantly, a fresh wave of heat spreading through her.

Her breath came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding as she

imagined it–the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress,

the heat of him filling her completely, the way they would move

together, lost in the intensity of their passion.

Graham’s smile widened, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned in

closer, his lips brushing against her ear once more. “And I’ll make

sure you scream, honey,” he whispered, his voice rough with promise.

“I’ll make sure you feel every inch of me, every thrust, every touch,

until you’re trembling and begging for more. Until you’re completely,

utterly mine.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body trembling with

anticipation. She could feel the heat of his desire, the intensity of his

need, and it only made her want him more.

But for now, he was content to let her rest, his touch gentle and

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soothing as he continued to stroke her, drawing out the last remnants

of her pleasure.

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