Chapter 140
Gabriel and Isla lay intertwined on the soft, inviting sheets of their bed, their bodies pressed closely together beneath the gentle glow of the bedside lamp. Isla’s back rested comfortably against Gabriel’s broad chest, her warmth seeping into him as his strong arms wrapped securely around her waist, holding her close and safe.
They stayed like that for several long minutes, the silence between them thick with unspoken emotions. Neither dared to break the quiet intimacy that enveloped them like a protective shield against the outside world.
After a while, Isla’s soft voice cut through the stillness. “So, you finally found out?” she asked quietly, her fingers tracing delicate patterns along Gabriel’s forearms, feeling the subtle flex of muscle beneath her touch.
Gabriel’s breath was warm against her hair as he replied, “I met with my father earlier today.”
“So he told you?” Isla’s tone was a mixture of nervous anticipation and hope.
“Yes. He did. Everything you already knew,” Gabriel answered calmly, his voice steady and at ease.
The room fell silent again, the only sounds the steady beat of their hearts in unison and the faint hum of the air conditioner whispering softly in the background. Outside noises faded away, leaving just the two of them wrapped in their private world.
Gabriel leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to the nape of Isla’s neck, his lips lingering on the softness of her skin. Isla closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the ripple of sensation that spread through her before fluttering them open once more.
“I have something to tell you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
“Go ahead,” he encouraged gently, his tone warm and inviting.
Isla hesitated, then confessed, “I’ve been keeping something from you.” Her words hung in the air, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Gabriel hummed thoughtfully, the vibration from his chest resonating through her back.
“I started a jewelry company a few months ago,” she admitted, her heart pounding as she awaited his reaction. “I never expected it to grow so fast, but now we’re about to launch our first major product line in person.”
He remained silent, his body still wrapped protectively around hers. From this angle, Isla couldn’t read his expression, and uncertainty gnawed at her—was he upset? Disappointed? Or something else entirely?
“I’m sorry,” she rushed out, fearing the worst. “I just thought it was time to stop hiding things from you. It wasn’t meant to deceive you. I guess loneliness pushed me to build something on my own, to find my independence.” Her words tumbled out in a rush, raw and honest.
Gabriel’s grip tightened gently as she tried to turn and face him, holding her firmly but lovingly in place.
“Stay still,” he breathed softly against her ear, his voice low and husky. “I’m not mad, Isla. I was just… speechless. Surprised, yes, but mostly proud of the incredible woman you’ve become.” His words finally spilled out, warm and sincere, easing the tension coiled in her chest.
“Really? You’re not angry with me?” she asked, a smile breaking through her worry, her voice lifting with hope.
“No. Why would I be? I’m thrilled for you. I remember you always dreamed of creating something for yourself. You told me that back when we were just best friends, long before we got married.”
“That’s true,” she agreed softly, a laugh escaping her lips as memories of those late-night talks flooded back.
Those early days, when Isla shared her ambitions with Gabriel, dreaming aloud of her own business. The fact that he remembered touched her deeply, warming her from the inside like a gentle flame.
“Thank you for not being angry,” she whispered, her gratitude sincere and heartfelt.
Gabriel’s lips found the sensitive skin at the back of her neck once more, planting slow, deliberate kisses that sent shivers cascading down her spine.
His hands moved upward, cupping her full breasts with a possessive tenderness. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing them into peaks as he gently kneaded the soft flesh. Isla’s body responded instinctively, arching subtly against him.
“I want you again, Isla,” he breathed hotly into her neck, his voice rough with desire. “Right here, like this. Just like this.”
A light giggle escaped her lips as his kisses trailed across her shoulders, each one sparking little fires on her skin. The playful joy mingled with the growing heat between them, making her heart race.
One of his hands slipped lower, sliding between her thighs from behind. His fingers explored her folds, discovering the slick warmth of her arousal already pooling there. A low groan rumbled from his throat at the feel of her readiness. He lifted her right leg slightly, hooking it over his, opening her just enough to align himself perfectly.
His hard cock pressed against her entrance, then slid inside smoothly, welcomed fully by her wetness. The sudden fullness stretched her deliciously, drawing sharp cries of pleasure from both of them—her a breathless moan, him a deep, guttural growl vibrating through her body.
“Fuck, Isla, you’re so tight and slick,” he groaned, his hips settling firmly against her ass as he buried himself to the hilt. “I love feeling you grip me like this.”
He began to thrust slowly at first, each movement deliberate and deep. The wet sounds of their union filled the room, mingling with Isla’s soft, escalating moans. She reached back instinctively, her fingers digging into his thigh as he drove in and out, the friction building exquisite tension.
In this position, her access to him was limited, which only heightened her frustration and desire—it was a sweet torment, her body craving more contact even as waves of pleasure washed over her.
Her cries grew louder, more urgent, as his pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with precision. He angled just right, hitting a sensitive spot inside her with every thrust, making her gasp and whimper. She felt him so deep, filling her completely, his control absolute as he claimed her from behind.
Shifting his weight, he propped himself on one elbow and twisted her upper body slightly toward him, giving him access to her chest. His mouth descended on one nipple, capturing it between his lips and sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the peaked bud. The dual sensations—his cock pounding into her and the sharp tugs at her breast—sent sparks exploding behind her eyelids.
“Oh, Gabriel,” she moaned, her voice breaking on his name, her body trembling under the flood of pleasure.
She surrendered fully to the sensations, her world narrowing to the feel of him everywhere—inside her, on her skin, surrounding her. In this spooning embrace, she couldn’t wrap around him completely, but he had total control over her body, exploring and pleasuring her as he pleased.
He leaned down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss, their tongues tangling hungrily. Then he returned to her breasts, lavishing them with bites and licks, while his free hand roamed anywhere that made her squirm.
His tongue slid into the shell of her ear next, thrusting wetly as he whispered hot, teasing words, adding another layer to her mounting ecstasy. Every touch, every sound—the slap of skin on skin, her breathy pleas, his ragged grunts—amplified their intimacy, drawing them even closer.
“Gabriel, oh, I’m about to…” she gasped, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him, the pressure coiling tight in her core.
“I know,” he rasped, feeling her tighten like a vice, his own release surging nearer with each thrust.
Suddenly, he pulled out, the emptiness making her whine softly. Before she could protest, he rolled her onto her back and positioned himself between her spread thighs, entering her straight and deep with a practiced, fast motion. This new angle allowed him to grind against her clit, intensifying every sensation.
Their cries mingled—hers a high, keening wail as her orgasm crashed over her, her core pulsing fiercely around his cock; his a raw roar as he followed, spilling hot cum deep inside her in powerful jets. The room echoed with their shared release, their bodies shuddering together in perfect harmony.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. This was how he had always imagined it—building their family legacy, starting the journey to create something uniquely theirs. And to Gabriel, nothing would ever be allowed to stand in their way.