The Extraordinary Bride Of The Wyndham Family (Isla and Gabriel) novel Chapter 163

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He pulled out of her and pushed back inside. Her pussy, once again, gripped his thick cock firmly, pulling him deeper with every clench. Gabriel groaned loud and deep, the sound rumbling from his chest in the steamy air.

The pleasure hit him hard, mixing with the raw ache in his heart from the recent loss. He felt alive in her, every squeeze reminding him of their unbreakable bond, pushing away the shadows of mourning.

“Fuck, Isla,” he said, his voice rough and broken. He closed his eyes tight for a few seconds, burying his cock all the way inside her hot, wet p*ssy. The fullness made his body shake, a surge of love and need flooding him. Her hands pressed firm against the foggy glass, fingers splaying wide from the steam and the force of his thrusts. Water dripped down her arms, her breaths fogging the surface more with each pant.

“You are so fucking tight. And so fucking slippery,” he went on, his words husky with hunger. His strong hands gripped her waist hard, fingers digging into her soft skin, holding her steady as he pulled out halfway.

The drag of his cock against her walls sent sparks through both of them. Then he slammed back inside, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing loud in the shower. Isla’s body jolted forward, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, her heart pounding with a mix of joy and sorrow–this stolen time felt like a gift amid the grief.

“Gabriel,” she moaned his name, the sound high and needy, trembling with emotion. Her voice cracked, carrying the weight of her love, the fear of losing him to the world again, and the pure bliss of having him now.

His hips began to move, setting a fast pace that built quickly. Each thrust drove deep, the friction insane, overwhelming their senses. They both screamed out–her cries sharp and desperate, his grunts low and wild- as the overstimulation from their shared pleasure tore through them.

The water pounded on their backs, mixing with the slick sounds of his cock sliding in and out, her body squelching around him. Emotions swirled: passion burning hot, grief making every touch more urgent, and love binding them tighter.

“Can you feel me, Isla?” he asked, his voice strained. He reached down and punched her swollen clit with his thumb, rubbing hard in circles. The sudden pressure made her shout out, a loud, raw cry that bounced off the tiles, her body arching back against him.

Pleasure shot through her like electricity, her clit throbbing under his touch, emotions crashing–trust in him, vulnerability from the day’s pain, ecstasy making her feel whole.

“Yes, I can feel you so deep, Gabriel,” she replied, her words breathless and honest. She felt every inch of him stretching her, filling the emptiness inside, both body and soul. Her voice shook with tears of overwhelming feeling.

“Good,” he replied, ramming into her harder. His hips rolled forward, hitting deeper into her core with each push. He pulled out almost all the way, the cool air teasing her entrance for a split second, then slammed inside again.

He repeated it–pull, slam, pull, slam–the rhythm relentless, Isla became a crying mess, tears streaming down her face mixing with the shower water. Her sobs were soft at first, then louder, and it became choking with sobs of pleasure and the deep ache of their shared loss. She felt exposed, cherished, her heart breaking open in the

best way.

“Gabriel, I want to kiss you,” she said, her voice pleading, needing that connection to ground her swirling

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emotions.

He pulled out of her slowly, the loss making her whimper softly, her pussy clenching around nothing. He turned her to face him, water splashing between them. His hand hooked under one of her legs, lifting it high against his hip, opening her wide.

Then he drove his cock inside her again, the angle hitting new spots that made her gasp sharp and loud. Her hands flew up, curling tight around his neck, fingers digging into his wet hair. She crashed her lips to his, hungry and desperate. He welcomed her tongue, sucking it deep, deepening the kiss with a growl from his throat. Their mouths moved together, tongues tangling wet and fierce, tasting salt from tears and sweat.

He thrust into her at a fast pace, not giving her time to catch her breath or protest. Each push rocked her body, her back sliding against the glass. She wrapped her legs around his waist fully, straddling him tight, her heels locking at his lower back. He welcomed it, his arms holding her up as his hips never stopped moving

He pressed her back to the foggy glass, the cool surface a shock against her heated skin, and pounded into her— hard and fast. The slaps of his balls against her ass rang out, mixed with her moans and his grunts. She felt every thrust shaking her core, emotions peaking: love so fierce it hurt, relief in this intimacy, a quiet promise to face the future together.

“Oh my God, I am close again,” she moaned, her voice breaking into a whine. The build–up coiled tight in her belly, pleasure bordering on pain from the intensity.

His speed increased, hips snapping faster, hitting deeper and deeper into her p*ssy. It caused her to cry more— sobs and screams blending, her body trembling uncontrollably. She felt him everywhere, owning her, loving her through the storm of feelings.

*Fuck, you feel so good, and I cannot get enough of you, my love,” he said against her lips, his breath hot and ragged. His words wrapped around her heart, making her chest tighten with adoration. Before she could reply, he crashed his lips with hers again, kissing her deep and possessive, swallowing her moans.

Their bodies shuddered together, release, building like a wave ready to crash. His speed ramped up even more, breaths seizing in short, harsh pants as he pounded into her. The tension was electric, emotions raw–love making it sacred.

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