Chapter 41
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He didn’t give her enough time to rest. In a single move, he bent her over the sink, tugged down his sweatpants, and freed his straining manhood. With a deep, desperate thrust, he filled her completely, his grip tight on her
waist.
“Gabriel–oh, God!” Isla screamed, her voice breaking with both shock and pleasure.
He sank so deeply inside her that her legs trembled. His own groan was rough and hoarse. “Fuck, Isla… you’re so tight. You feel so damn good p>
Her nails scraped against the counter as she tried to steady herself. “Gabriel, you’re in too deep,” she gasped, but there was no real protest in her voice. Just the shiver of overwhelming sensation.
Her words spur him on, as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her neck, whispering hot and possessive promises into her ear. “You’re so sweet, Isla… don’t move. Stay still for me.” His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending shivers running down her spine.
This angle was different. It was shocking her body in new ways. She could feel every inch of him. It felt like he was right inside her stomach if it was possible. But that was how she felt. He wasn’t gentle this time. He was thrusting fast and was relentless.
Each thrust hitting that sensitive spot inside her over and over again until her knees buckled.
Her cries filled the kitchen, it was raw and unrestrained. Her body squeezed him tight, trembling as her climax rushed over her like a wave. “Gabriel! I–I’m coming p>
“Yes, love… milk me with your essence,” he growled, his pace wild, pounding her through the shattering release.
The pulsing heat of her climax triggered his own, and with a final, hard thrust, he spilled inside her. She could feel his release warning her inside
A groan ripped from his chest as he pulled her upright, pressing her back to his chest. His hands found her breasts, kneading them gently while his lips moved from her neck to her ear in soft, lingering kisses.
She was shaking, breathless, her head falling back on his shoulder. But he was still hard inside her, unyielding. His low chuckle vibrated against her skin. “I told you, Isla. We’re not getting any sleep tonight p>
Before she could catch her breath, he started moving again, slowly. Then deeper and harder, until tears of pleasure slipped down her cheeks. Her body surrendered completely to him, every nerve alive, every part of her was claimed by him.
All through the night, Gabriel took her in every way he had *denied himself before. His hunger was insatiable, and his touch was possessive. Isla had never felt this side of him–so unrestrained, so consuming. And though the intensity overwhelmed her, she gave herself to it, to him, because she wanted him just as much as he Dewanted her.
He had *starved* himself for too long. Now, he was done resisting. He made a promise to himself silently with every thrust, every kiss, that he would never let her slip away. Never again. Her body and her soul belonged to him, and tonight, he made sure to communicate it through their love making.
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By morning, exhaustion had finally claimed them. Their bodies were tangled together in the bed, both fast asleep, skin against skin. Gabriel’s sleep was deep and unbroken, his arm wrapped protectively around his wife. They both slept peacefully, all through the early morning to noon.
A loud, persistent ringing tone filled the quietness of the room. Gabriel stirred with a groan, blinking against the light. He was drained and worn out, yet when his eyes fell on Isla’s face. She looked peaceful, beautiful in her sleep. He couldn’t help, but smile.
However, the phone buzzing wouldn’t stop. His jaw clenched as he cursed under his breath. Who the hell was disturbing his peace like that? Then, he remembered locking down the penthouse security system last night.
When realisation hit him, he sat up quickly. Careful not to wake Isla, he slipped into his sweatpants and padded to the main door. Making sure to clear their clothes and shoes, putting them away somewhere in the living room. When he peered through the peephole, he saw Magdalene.
He unlocked the security system and opened the door. Magdalene was standing just outside the door. He moved aside, so she could step inside.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Wyndham. Why are you not in the office?” Magdalene asked, her brows slightly raised.
“Nothing,” he replied casually, already turning back toward the penthouse. “Just resting p>
Her eyes flickered around the living room. “Is Mrs. Wyndham here?” she asked, her voice rising a little when she noticed a pair of elegant female shoes beside the sofa.
“Shhhh!” Gabriel hissed gently, glancing back at her. “She’s sleeping. Bring your voice down.” He said. Then he added, “can you make something for us to eat? I don’t want her to cook today p>
Magdalene blinked, stunned. She had never seen this side of her boss. He sounded… tender, protective even. Why was he at home with his wife on a Monday, of all days, when they both were supposed to be at their offices? Something felt different. Still, she nodded politely. “Alright. I’ll get to it p>
With that, Gabriel slipped back into the bedroom, but Isla was already awake.
She was stepping out of the bathroom as he walked in, a towel draped around her hair. She was wearing one of his shirts that fell loosely to her knees. “Good morning,” she greeted softly.
He couldn’t help but notice the way she moved in a slow, careful manner with a faint limp in her step. “Actually, it’s already noon,” he replied, his voice lower now, watching her closely. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn.net
Her eyes widened. “Oh really? I must have slept for too long.
“Are you okay?” he asked quietly, his chest tightening with guilt. He knew exactly why she was sore. He had pushed her too hard last night.
And now, he felt guilty. But he wanted more.
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