Chapter 117
Isabella's POV
When the last barrier fell away, I stood completely exposed before him. His gaze raked over me without shame, and the feeling of being utterly seen made me want to flee.
"Beautiful," he breathed, then buried his face between my thighs.
"Ah—!" I cried out, legs nearly giving way.
His tongue found that sensitive bundle of nerves with devastating precision, circling and flicking. First gentle strokes mapping the shape, then the tip pressing firmly against that small, swollen bud, sending jolts of electricity through me.
"Not there... too sensitive..." I gasped, trying to escape, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.
He ignored my protest, intensifying his assault. His tongue ground heavily over the sensitive spot before he sealed his lips around it and sucked, obscene wet sounds filling the room. Meanwhile, his finger circled my slick entrance, gathering the wetness flowing from me.
"This wet, and you still claim you don't want it?" He lifted his head, showing me his glistening finger. "Look."
"Don't... don't say it..." I turned my face away in mortification.
"Look at me." The command came as one finger slowly pushed inside.
"Mm..." I couldn't hold back the moan, inner walls instinctively clenching around the intrusion.
"So tight..." he muttered, finger moving in and out slowly, each withdrawal bringing more wetness with it. "Relax, Isabella."
I tried to steady my breathing, tried to relax, but every thrust of his finger brought waves of pleasure that shattered my concentration.
Soon he added a second finger. Two digits pumping together, stretching the tight channel, creating a fuller sensation. His fingers explored inside me, searching for that most sensitive spot.
When his fingertips grazed a particular place, my whole body jerked, clamping down involuntarily around him.
"Found it." Satisfaction colored his tone as he began targeting that spot relentlessly.
His fingers pistoned faster, hitting that place with each thrust while his tongue returned to the sensitive pearl outside, sucking hard. The dual stimulation from inside and out pushed me toward the edge.
"Can't... I'm going to..." I gripped his hair, body drawn tight as a bowstring.
"Come for me." He increased his pace, fingers driving deep while his tongue pressed firmly.
"Ah—!" I screamed, hand covering my mouth as orgasm crashed through me, body convulsing, inner walls spasming around his fingers in rhythmic pulses. Liquid gushed out, coating his hand and chin.
He didn't withdraw, maintaining his position to help me ride out the aftershocks. When I finally came back to myself, I found my legs had turned soft as melted jelly, barely able to stay upright against the wall.
Before I fully recovered from the climax, Gabriel rose and spun me around, pressing me face-first against the wall.
"Stay like this." The command came rough against my ear.
I braced my hands on the wall, hearing the sound of his belt being unbuckled. My heart pounded so violently it felt ready to burst from my chest, body still trembling in the aftermath.
His hand gripped my hip while the other parted my thighs, something thick and burning pressing against my still-fluttering entrance.
"Relax." His voice came low as the head of his cock ground against my opening, coating itself in my wetness.
I drew a shaky breath, trying to loosen my muscles. The next second, he thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt.
"Ah—!" I cried out, the angle driving him impossibly deep, nearly reaching my cervix.
"Too deep..." I panted, body instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming fullness.
"Don't move." His grip on my waist tightened, preventing escape. "Just adjust."
He held still, letting my body accommodate his size. My inner walls clenched around him, every ridge and vein imprinted on my senses, the blunt head pressed against my deepest point creating nearly unbearable pressure.
"Better?" he asked, voice strained with his own restraint.
"Mm..." I managed a weak sound, body gradually relaxing.
Taking my response as permission, he began to move. Slow, shallow thrusts at first, letting me adjust to the rhythm, then gradually deeper, faster.
Each withdrawal dragged his cock along sensitive inner walls, creating friction that made me gasp; each thrust forward drove him deep enough to border on pain mixed with pleasure.
"Ah... mm... Gabriel..." Broken moans spilled from my lips, the angle too intense, each impact threatening to buckle my knees.
"Say my name." He picked up speed, one hand firmly gripping my waist, the other reaching around to palm my breast. "Louder."
"Gabriel... ah... slower..." I begged quietly.
"No." His voice carried a wild edge of possession. "I want you to remember—only I can make you feel like this."
His words were punctuated by harder, faster thrusts, each one driving deep, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the quiet room, mixing with my helpless cries and his ragged breathing.
"Too fast... I can't..." My voice dissolved into sobs.
"You can." He bit down on my shoulder, leaving a deep mark. "Your body's more honest than your mouth."
He was right. Despite my verbal protests, my body instinctively welcomed each thrust. When he withdrew, my inner walls contracted tightly as if reluctant to let go; when he drove forward again, my hips tilted back unconsciously, letting him penetrate deeper.
His hand slid from my breast down to where we were joined, fingertips exploring the stretched rim, feeling the evidence of his invasion.
"Gripping me so tight..." he murmured, fingers pressing where he disappeared into me. "Look how much you're taking."
"Don't say that..." Shame made me try to pull away, but his control kept me pinned.
"Why not?" His finger pushed in alongside his length, joining the intrusion and filling me beyond capacity. "You should know exactly how full you are."
"Ah—too much—!" The added penetration made me scream, walls clenching frantically, trying to expel the overwhelming invasion.
But he didn't remove his finger, maintaining the dual penetration while continuing to thrust. Finger and cock moving together, the double stimulation driving me toward madness.
"Can't... really... breaking..." I sobbed through tears, tears streaming down my face.
"You won't break." He kissed away my tears, finally withdrawing his finger, but his thrusts grew even more punishing. "You can take more than you think."
His angle shifted, the head of his cock grinding precisely against that sensitive spot inside with every stroke, pleasure building in relentless waves. I could only cling to the wall, surrendering completely to his control.
"Going to... I'm going to..." I felt the orgasm approaching right at the edge, body going rigid.
"Wait for me." His command came low and firm as he increased his pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last.
After several more brutal thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer, screaming as climax tore through me. My inner walls clamped down viciously, rhythmic contractions milking his length as liquid gushed out, running down my thighs.
He reached his peak simultaneously, hot release flooding my deepest point, the sensation of being filled so completely both foreign and satisfying.
I thought it was finally over, but Gabriel clearly wasn't finished. He carried me to the bed, and before I'd fully recovered from the aftershocks, he entered me again.
"Gabriel..." I called his name weakly, body limp as water.
"Not done yet." He murmured in my ear, body filling me once more. "I still want you."
"But we just..." I tried to push him away, but found myself completely without strength.
"Not enough." He kissed me, swallowing my protest. "I need more."
This time he didn't rush, maintaining our connection while propped on one elbow, his other hand gently caressing my face.
"Tired?" His voice came unexpectedly gentle.
"Mm..." I nodded honestly.
"Then just lie there." He began moving again, movements slow and deep.
The rhythm was completely different from before—no longer urgent or rough, but languid and thorough. Each time he pushed in slowly, paused at the deepest point, then withdrew slowly again. This slow torture was somehow harder to bear than the earlier intensity.
"Ah... mm..." I moaned softly, arms wrapping around his neck.
"Look at me," he said quietly.
I opened my eyes to meet his intense green gaze. From this position, I could clearly see everything in his expression—desire, possession, tenderness, and something even deeper.
"You're mine," he murmured between slow thrusts. "Only mine."
"Yes..." I gasped, inner walls clenching reflexively.
He seemed to relish the tight grip, a low groan escaping his throat before he picked up the pace slightly. His hand found where we were joined again, thumb pressing against my oversensitive clit.
"Not there... can't..." I trembled in resistance, still abnormally sensitive after two orgasms.
"Especially there." He increased pressure, thumb circling and rubbing the sensitive spot. "Give me one more."
"I can't..." I protested tearfully, feeling completely wrung out.
"You can." He kissed me deeply, tongue matching the rhythm below. "Trust me."
Under his guidance, I felt another climax building slowly and deeply, like something emerging from the very core of my body.
"Gabriel..." I held him tight, burying my face in the crook of his neck.
"I'm here." He responded, rhythm quickening, fingers working more intensely.
When the orgasm finally hit, my body shook violently, inner walls pulsing in long waves as if trying to pull him deeper. This climax lasted longer, the aftershocks more intense, nearly making me pass out.
Gabriel released inside me again, the scalding heat mixing with what was already there, slowly seeping out from where we remained joined, staining the sheets.
He didn't withdraw immediately, holding me close while still buried deep. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, racing just as fast as mine.
"Exhausted?" he asked quietly, voice gentle.
"Mm..." I responded weakly, eyelids already heavy and ready to close.
He finally pulled out, bringing a rush of mixed fluids with him. He retrieved a towel and cleaned me carefully, movements so gentle they seemed at odds with the man who'd just thoroughly claimed me.
After cleaning up, he returned to bed and gathered me into his arms.
"Sleep," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "In three days, we face this together."
I found a comfortable position in his embrace and closed my eyes. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, and the room held only the sound of our gradually steadying breaths.