Chapter 111
They were both in the world of ecstasy. Isla’s eyes rolled to the back, as she had been consumed by
overstimulation.
The connection between them was like magic. Gabriel’s restraint was running thin as he almost lost it. He wanted to go faster. He wanted to explore the various paths he desired. But he wasn’t going to risk it. The doctor had warned him.
Isla needed more of him. Her hips thrust upwards to meet his movements. Making Gabriel groan more and lose
control.
“Please, Gabriel, more, go faster. I need you deeper.” She begged.
Gabriel increased his space. Isla’s fingers dug into his shoulder as she moaned more. Her cries intensified. It was loud, and at this moment, her hands were on Gabriel’s waist. She was pressing Gabriel closer to her.
“F*ck, Isla, stop doing that; it’s risky.” He warned, his voice husky.
Isla cried more; Gabriel’s eyes darkened as his pace increased. “Cry more for me, my love. This is a positive cry. He said.
Isla kept moaning, crying louder, and asking for more. And he was giving her more. Just in a safer way. Despite his desire for roughness, he had to proceed cautiously. He had to take it slow.
Isla’s walls tightened around him, causing him to groan more. He felt her squeezing him more and more. He
knew that she was getting close, and he was too.
“Come, my darling, squeeze me more. She did exactly that. His thrusting became sloppy. Isla cried out loud, her body shuddering, and she found her release. He followed her closely, filling her completely.
Both of them stayed that way for a while. However, Gabriel didn’t place all his weight on her.
He pressed a kiss on the top of her head and then on her nose. Next, he planted a kiss on her lips. Isla wrapped her hands ov. his neck and deepened the kiss.
“Are you ok? Or do you want more?” He asked her as he brushed a stray and sticky strand of her hair to the back
of her ear.
Isla blinked her eyes and locked eyes with him. “I want more, Gabriel. But I also want to eat.”
He chuckled. “Trust me, I also want more. But we have a lot of time to do that.”
He withdrew and stood up, positioning himself in front of her.
“Let’s clean up and get something to eat. Then, I will show you our bedroom.”
Isla’s eyes widened at the word “our bedroom.” Everything seemed like a dream to her. She wished that nothing would come between them ever again.
But her heart jumped at the thought that Gabriel still did not know the truth about his real mother. And now, she
couldn’t tell him.
She felt guilty of it. But what scares her more is the fact that the old man has many secrets.
“When will they finally rest?” she thought.
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