The Extraordinary Bride Of The Wyndham Family (Isla and Gabriel) novel Chapter 158

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Finally, he withdrew his glistening fingers, coated in her release, and brought them to his lips. He sucked them clean with a deep, satisfied groan, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You taste divine,” he murmured, the words laced with awe and unbridled lust, as if her flavor was the sweetest nectar he’d ever

known.

Isla lay there, chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, still recovering from the shattering climax that had left her body humming and her soul laid bare, emotions swirling-love, relief, an aching need for him that went beyond the physical.

Gently but firmly, he spread her legs wider, positioning himself between them, his presence commanding and intimate. In one fluid motion, he shoved his pajama pants and briefs down, kicking them aside.

Isla’s gaze dropped to his cock, thick and veined, already leaking pre-cum from the tip, throbbing with readiness to claim her. He caught her staring and chuckled low, a sound rich with affection and heat.

“Time for me to bury myself deep inside you, my love,” he said, his voice husky with promise, eyes burning with the intensity of his obsession for her.

And just like that, his hips surged forward. The broad head of his cock pressed against her opening, stretching her slick entrance before sliding in with a slow, deliberate thrust that filled her inch by inch. She gasped at the exquisite burn, her pussy yielding to him, walls fluttering around his girth as he sank deeper.

His hands lifted her thighs, hooking them over his forearms to angle her just right, and he pushed further, eyes fluttering shut in pure ecstasy. “Fuck, Isla, you’re so tight… so delicious,” he rasped, his voice breaking with the overwhelming sensation of being home inside her, their bodies finally united after the storm of secrets and doubts.

“Gabby,” she moaned, the nickname slipping out like a plea, laced with all the love she’d held back for so long.

“Yes, my love, keep calling me that. I love it,” he growled, his hips snapping forward in powerful pounds that drove him to the hilt, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure radiating through them both. The wet sounds of their joining filled the air-skin slapping skin, her arousal coating him-as he built a rhythm that was both tender and ferocious, every movement a declaration of his devotion.

He quickened his pace, angling his hips with precision to grind against her G-spot on every inward stroke, coaxing a sharp, delicious scream from her lips. The sensation was electric, building that coil tighter, her body arching to meet him. “Oh God, you’re driving me insane, Gabriel,” she cried, her voice trembling with the raw edge of overstimulation and joy, tears of pure emotion pricking her eyes.

This lovemaking was the most profound they’d ever shared, raw and transformative, layers of emotion weaving through the

physical ecstasy.

In the haze of it, Isla swore she could feel the spark of new life igniting within her, a hopeful tweak to their future amid the

passion.

And so their night unfolded endlessly, shifting from this fervent missionary hold to her riding him with abandon, then him taking her from behind with possessive grips on her hips, exploring every angle until exhaustion claimed them. Bodies entwined, slick with sweat and satisfaction, they finally drifted into sleep.

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