The Extraordinary Bride Of The Wyndham Family (Isla and Gabriel) novel Chapter 162

**Extraordinary Bride 162**

This morning, Isla and Gabriel found themselves enveloped in the soothing embrace of the shower’s warm rain. The bathroom was a sanctuary, filled with steam that curled around them like a gentle cocoon, providing the warmth they craved during a time of profound change.

Life had taken a swift turn, and the passing of Alfred Wyndham had cast a shadow of sorrow over them. Yet, amidst the grief, a rare gift emerged—time. The Wyndham companies had closed their doors for the mourning period, a tribute to the man who had shaped their lives in countless ways.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Isla had Gabriel entirely to herself, without the relentless pull of work or responsibilities tearing him away. This moment felt like a stolen honeymoon, a brief escape from the chaos of their lives, and her heart swelled with a bittersweet mix of grief and gratitude. She leaned into him, feeling a profound sense of safety and love that brought tears to her eyes, unbidden and raw.

Gabriel was unable to resist the urge to touch his wife, his hands roaming over her with an intensity that spoke of both tenderness and hunger. It was as if he needed to reassure himself that she was truly there, that they were sharing this precious moment together. Standing behind her, his strong chest pressed against her back, water cascaded over their bodies, a shared baptism in both love and sorrow.

His hands explored her, tracing the soft curves of her hips, gliding to her waist, savoring every inch of her that belonged to him. He kneaded her shoulders, working out the tension that had built up from days filled with worry and loss.

Isla surrendered to him completely, tilting her head back onto his shoulder, her body melting under his attentive care. The warmth of the water mingled with his heat, soothing her aching muscles while stirring something deeper—a longing that had been awakened by his touch.

“Do you enjoy that?” he murmured against the sensitive curve of her neck, his voice a low, seductive whisper. His lips brushed against her damp skin, sending delightful shivers racing down her spine, even in the enveloping warmth of the shower.

“I love it, please, keep going,” she breathed, her voice soft and filled with need. The simple act of his touch made her feel cherished, a feeling that lingered even after their passionate night together. She craved more of him, an insatiable desire igniting within her.

“I have something beautiful planned for us,” he said, his tone rich with promise, as if he were about to unveil a cherished secret. His hands slid lower, cupping her full breasts, squeezing gently, his thumbs circling her hardened nipples. The sensation shot through her, igniting a spark of pleasure that intertwined with the emotional weight they carried. “Do you trust me, Isla?”

“I do,” she gasped, her breath quickening, her heart racing like a wild stallion. Trusting him felt effortless, a natural instinct forged through shared trials. They had weathered storms together, and doubt no longer held sway over their lives.

His lips traveled slowly along her neck, kissing the sensitive spot where her pulse quickened, then moving to the side of her face, nipping her earlobe before returning to her throat. Each kiss was a vow, tender yet possessive, his breath warm against her skin. His hands remained on her breasts, a constant reminder of his desire.

He kneaded them with increasing fervor, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she arched into him, lost in the sensations. The water made everything slick, amplifying every touch, every glide of skin against skin.

His rigid cock pressed against her backside, hard and insistent, teasing her with each subtle movement. Electric shocks coursed through her body, igniting a deep, pulsing need at her core. Her body ached for him, a throbbing demand for release that felt urgent and consuming.

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