Chapter 345

Chapter 345
Gabriel's POV

The forest flowed quietly around us, moonlight spilling down, making even the tree shadows seem to tremble with our breathing. Isabella and I embraced beneath the starlight, our clothes already scattered on the soft moss, naked against each other, skin to skin.

The rise and fall of her chest and the slenderness of her waist captivated me. When I entered her body, her soft gasps echoed in my ear. Her vagina was wet and tight, gripping me firmly, nearly driving me insane.

She was initially tense, her legs trembling slightly as they wrapped around me, gradually relaxing and actively meeting my rhythm. Her cheeks flushed, her gaze unfocused, lips parted. Since the late stages of her pregnancy, we hadn't made love for a long time, and now the desire rushed over me like a flood.

"Isabella," I whispered in her ear, "I've missed this, missed your body, missed every moment with you beneath me."

She looked at me, her eyes sparkling with desire and teasing. "I've missed you too, Gabriel... hurry, I need you."

I held her tightly, my hands supporting her buttocks, pressing her more firmly against me, feeling the heat and wetness of her vagina. I thrust forcefully into her depths again and again, feeling her hot, tight walls grip my cock as her legs wrapped tightly around my waist, her heels pressing hard against my back, urging me to take her harder, deeper.

Her ass rose to meet my every thrust, actively meeting each impact, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh crisp and harsh, mixing with her hoarse, broken moans and my heavy breathing. Each thrust was a release of the desire we'd suppressed for months, each hard slam a more complete possession of her.

"You're perfect, my Luna, my mate, look at you, so beautiful, so tempting."

"Gabriel," she panted, with a hint of urgency, "please don't stop... deeper... faster... make me feel more!"

Her request ignited my desire like fire, and I suddenly increased my pace, each thrust slamming into her, hitting her most sensitive spot. My hands gripped her waist tightly, forcing her to move with my rhythm.

My other hand slid to her chest, kneading her breasts, fingertips teasing her nipples, making her cry out in pleasure. Her breasts bounced with each of my thrusts, nipples hard in the moonlight, gleaming obscenely.

"I love you," I growled, "you're mine, always mine."

"Yours," she gasped in response, "and you're mine, Alpha. Possess me, make me yours."

Her words triggered a deeper instinct in me. I cupped her face with both hands, kissing her deeply, my tongue entering her mouth, greedily licking her oral cavity, teeth biting her lower lip, tugging slightly, forcing a low moan from her. Our tongues entwined, wet and hot, sucking at each other.

My cock continued to pound her pussy, each thrust reaching her deepest parts, her moans intermittent. Her pussy was wet and hot inside, gripping me tightly, each thrust nearly making me lose control. My hands slid to her back, nails lightly scratching her skin, leaving shallow red marks.

Then down to grasp her buttocks, feeling the soft flesh deform in my hands. I pulled her forcefully toward me, making each of my thrusts deeper and harder, the sound of flesh slapping echoing in the air. Sweat made her entire body wet, her scent mixed with mine, strong as if directly declaring she was my woman.

My lips slid from her chin to her neck, gently biting her tender skin, leaving shallow red kiss marks. My mouth continued downward, kissing over her collarbone, finally stopping at her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, my tongue circling the already hardened tip, first lightly licking, then sucking hard, feeling it grow harder in my mouth.

Her body trembled in my mouth, her chest involuntarily arching, as if begging for more. My other hand wasn't idle, grabbing her other breast, kneading forcefully, feeling the soft flesh, fingers pinching her nipple, gently twisting, occasionally pulling hard, causing her breathing to become more rapid, her body writhing against me.

Isabella's fingers dug into my hair, gripping tightly, pulling downward, as if urgently guiding me to where she wanted me most. Her breathing was intermittent, carrying obvious desire, "Gabriel... there... continue... don't stop!"

I obeyed without hesitation, my tongue rapidly flicking over her nipple, teeth gently biting, sucking harder, each stimulation making her body jerk, moans escaping from deep in her throat.

Meanwhile, one of my hands slid between her legs, fingers directly exploring her wet heat, slippery fluid coating my fingertips. I gently pressed her clitoris with my fingers, first slowly rubbing, then speeding up, drawing circles on that small protrusion.

Her legs involuntarily tightened around my hand, her buttocks slightly raised. I increased the pressure, my fingertips rapidly rubbing her sensitive spot, occasionally pinching gently, stimulating her body to shake violently, the wet fluid becoming more and more abundant, flowing over my fingers, almost scalding hot. Her body was taut like a bow, her moans becoming higher, almost screaming, her waist twisting uncontrollably.

I lifted her legs higher, placing them directly on my shoulders, this angle allowing me to penetrate deeper into her body. Each time I thrust forcefully, her body shook violently, her wet, hot vagina tightly gripping my cock, making me almost unable to control myself.

I looked down at where we joined, in the moonlight her genitals glistened with wetness, fluid flowing down, hot enough to make my blood boil. My movements became increasingly fierce, each withdrawal and forceful insertion using all my strength, feeling her vaginal walls repeatedly spasm and contract.

"Gabriel," she screamed, "I'm close... fast... don't stop! I want... I want more!"

When the climax came, her body suddenly tensed, her vagina violently spasming, tightly gripping my cock, hot fluid gushing out, almost making me unable to resist ejaculating. Her thighs gripped my waist forcefully, her body continuously convulsing, screams echoing through the forest.

"That's it, darling," I encouraged softly, holding her as she trembled in the afterglow, "release yourself completely, let me feel you."

Her orgasm almost brought me to the edge, but I didn't want to end yet. I slowed my rhythm, gently withdrawing, flipping her over, making her lie on the moss, buttocks raised high. I entered her again from behind, hands gripping her waist, thrusting forcefully. Her moans rose again, carrying a hint of fatigue yet still desire.

"Gabriel... you're... too deep... I can't take it..." her voice excited me further, I leaned down, lips against her earlobe, "You can, darling, one more time."

One hand reached to her chest, kneading her breasts, while the other slid between her legs, continuing to stimulate her sensitive spot. Her moans became more urgent, her body trembling beneath me. Soon, she reached climax again, her body violently spasming, vagina tightly gripping me.

This time, I could no longer resist, releasing my semen inside her, pleasure exploding between us. We climbed to the peak together, bodies pressed tightly, sweat and body heat mingling.

Time seemed to freeze, we embraced, heartbeats gradually calming, breathing slowly returning to normal. We lay side by side on the moss, looking up at the canopy and scattered stars. The night breeze passed, bringing a touch of coolness, I pulled Isabella closer, unwilling to separate.

"The stars are beautiful tonight." Isabella whispered, her head resting on my chest.

I stroked her slightly damp hair, smiling, "Not as beautiful as you."

She laughed softly, "That's so cliché, Gabriel."

"But I'm telling the truth." I pressed a kiss to her forehead.

We lay quietly, enjoying the afterglow, listening to the forest's night sounds. An owl's call came from the distance, the rustling of small animals adding a gentle background to the night.

"We should go back," Isabella said softly, though she made no move to get up, "Sarah and Ryan might worry about us."

I chuckled, "They probably know where we are and what we're doing."

Isabella patted my arm, pretending to be displeased: "You're making me more embarrassed saying that."

"The children are fine," I reassured her, "Ryan is taking good care, and Sarah really likes Olivia."

Isabella sighed contentedly, "I know. It's just... really hard to be away from them for too long."

"That means you're a good mother." I said gently, my heart full of love for her.

Isabella slowly sat up, beginning to gather her clothes. In the moonlight, her silhouette was soft and beautiful. I couldn't resist reaching out to caress her spine, she trembled slightly at my touch, looking back at me, her eyes carrying a smile.

"If you continue like this, we might really not make it back," she teased, though her tone held no rejection.

I laughed and withdrew my hand, "You're right. But when we get back to bed, I still want you."

Isabella laughed lightly, "You're too greedy."

"Only for you." I said seriously.