Chapter 37
Isla broke apart beneath him, her body trembling as if she had no control of it anymore. Her legs shook, her chest rose and fell in quickly, and the sounds leaving her lips were nothing she had ever heard from herself
before.
Gabriel’s tongue was relentless, dragging her to a place she didn’t know existed. He licked her, teased her and tasted every drop of her until her body gave up completely. Her release came in a rush. It was warm and uncontrollable, spilling into his mouth as if he had pulled her very soul out through her core.
He drank her greedily, not letting go, not wasting a single taste of her essence. When he finally lifted his head, he smirked, his green eyes darkened, and his breathing was fast and rough.
“Don’t worry,” he said in a steady voice, smiling down at her with a gentleness she rarely saw in him. “I’m going to teach you so many things, my love. Things you’ve never felt before p>
Her chest was still heaving as she lay limp on the sofa. She couldn’t understand him. He was different tonight, not cold, not distant, but warm and almost tender. The smile on his face wasn’t forced; it was real. Gabriel’s genuine smile was rare, and seeing it directed at her left her heart shaking in her chest.
Could all this be true? Did he really mean it when he said he wanted to make their marriage work? Or was t just another game of his?
this
Before she could think too deeply, Gabriel bent down and scooped her into his arms. His strength made her gasp softly, her arms circling his neck instinctively.
“I’m not going to make love to my wife here,” he said with a teasing curve of his lips. “Not on the sofa. Not yet.
Her heart skipped. His wife? The way he said those words made her feel claimed in a way she hadn’t felt before. She looked at him as he carried her, her breath catching at this side of him–this careful, protective, determined side. She loved it. She loved him like this.
Her golden hair spilled down her back as he carried her through the quiet penthouse. When he pushed open the door to his bedroom, Isla’s breath caught again. She had been inside this room countless times before, but never like this, not in this very situation.
He laid her gently on the bed, like a precious stone. Then, in a quick move he climbed over her, his body hovering above hers, heat radiating from him. He spread her legs apart again and settled between them, sitting back on his heels, studying her like she was a mystery he finally wanted to solve.
Isla’s pulse quickened. She couldn’t understand his actions anymore. He was confusing her, tearing down the walls he had once built.
“Listen to me, my love,” Gabriel’s voice snapped her out of her brief thought. “I know you still have a lot to learn. Trust me, I’ll teach you everything you need to know about making love. All I need from you is just do as I Kask, and you’ll see p>
His words made her shiver. Her eyes fixed on his, her lips trembling, “Yes,” she whispered.
“Good.” His gaze deepened. “Touch yourself p>
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Her eyes flew wide. “What p>
“You heard me,” he said, calm but unyielding, “Touch yourself, Isla. I want to watch you. If you want this marriage to work, if you truly want to know me, then you need to know this part of me too. This is one of the things that drives me insane. One of the things that makes me burn p>
She stiffened. She had never done such a thing before. Yes, she had dreamed of him in so many ways, and had found herself wet with longing, but her hands had never crossed that line p>
The thought made her body tense. Could this be why Gabriel was always glued to Delphine? Could it be that Delphine knew this part of him and was the reason she was always winning his heart?
But then her thoughts shifted. If this was what he liked, if this was what it took to keep him–then maybe she could give it to him. Maybe this was the first step to holding him forever.
Her hands trembled as they moved. One hand fell on the hardened peak and circled it with hesitant fingers. The other hand traveled downward, slowly, until it reached the wetness between her thighs.
A small gasp left her lips the moment her fingers pressed into her swollen folds. The sensation shocked her. It was delicate in some ways, yet it was also tender. Her thumb, circling her clit, pressing lightly, then harder. The pleasure shot through her body in waves, surprising her with every movement.
Her back arched as the moans slipped out of her mouth. Her other hand pinched her nipple, tugging, and twisting. Making the fire double inside her. She wasn’t perfect, but her body was teaching itself quickly.
Gabriel’s eyes never left her. They darkened with hunger, his jaw tight, his chest rising with labored breaths. The movement of his Adam’s apple catching her eye.
His own hand lowered to his erection, as he wrapped his hand around himself and stroking with slow movements. His gaze stayed locked on her, never looking away.
“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Keep your eyes on me as you touch yourself, my love p>
Her moans faltered as her eyes lifted to his. And then she froze. The sight of him stroking himself, pleasuring himself while watching her, made her stomach tighten with a new heat.
Her fingers moved faster, encouraged by the lust in his gaze. She moaned louder, arching, biting her lip as her body shook under her own touch. Her heart raced. Her thighs trembled. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ.net
And then, unexpectedly, she smiled. A soft, daring, almost wicked smile.
Because Isla realized Gabriel wasn’t just in control. She was affecting him too. He was stroking himself harder now, his breaths came in ragged gaps, his jaw clenched. And all because of her.
The power of that knowledge sent another wave of heat coursing through her body. She moaned his name, louder this time.
“Gabriel p>
And the sound of her voice nearly undid him.
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