Chapter 161
Chapter 48
Isla’s breath came in shallow, uneven gasps as Graham’s free hand moved with purpose, sliding down her body with a possessiveness that left her trembling. His fingers traced a path along her inner thigh, the touch light but deliberate, sending shivers of anticipation through her. She knew where he was headed, and the thought alone made her pulse race, her body aching with need.
When his fingers finally reached their destination, slipping through the waistband of her panties, she gasped, her hips arching instinctively toward his touch. His index finger found the sensitive little nubbin at the top of her folds, and the moment he touched her there, a jolt of electric pleasure shot through her, making her cry out. Her hands clutched at the sheets beneath her, her body already on the edge from the way he had teased her breasts, and now this—this was almost too much.
Graham’s touch was skilled, deliberate, his fingers moving with a confidence that left her breathless. He rubbed her in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure just enough to make her squirm, her hips moving against his hand as she sought more. But he was in control, his pace maddeningly slow, his touch teasing her to the brink before easing off, leaving her trembling and desperate.
“Graham…” she moaned, her voice breaking as he increased the pressure, his fingers moving faster, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She was so close, so close to falling over the edge, but just as she thought she might shatter, he slowed again, his touch light, almost teasing.
“Not yet,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down her spine. His lips brushed against her ear as he spoke, his breath hot against her skin. “I want to savor this. I want to savor you.”
Isla whimpered, her body trembling with need, but Graham didn’t relent. He continued to play with her, his fingers alternating between slow, deliberate circles and quick, intense bursts of pressure. Each touch sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her, leaving her gasping and writhing beneath him.
And then, just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “I can’t wait until you’re legally mine… until I don’t have to satisfy myself by just touching you like this.” His voice was thick with desire, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through her. “When I can surge inside of you without any barriers between us. When I can satisfy us both…”
The raw, unbridled need in his voice made her heart race, her body responding instantly to his words. She could almost feel it—the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, the heat of him filling her completely, the way they would move together, lost in the intensity of their passion. The thought alone was enough to push her closer to the edge, her body trembling with anticipation.
Graham’s fingers moved faster now, his touch more insistent, and Isla could feel the tension building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter until she thought she might burst. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hips moving against his hand as she sought release, but he held her there, teetering on the edge, his touch driving her wild.
“Please…” she begged, her voice trembling with need, but Graham only smiled, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Soon, honey. Soon you’ll be mine, and I’ll make sure you feel every inch of me. I’ll make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
Isla was teetering on the edge, her body coiled tight like a spring, every nerve ending alight with the electric pleasure Graham was wringing from her. His fingers moved with relentless precision, circling that sensitive little nubbin at the top of her folds, the pressure and speed perfectly calculated to drive her wild. Her head thrashed against the pillow, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps as she tried to stifle the cries building in her throat. But Graham’s hand was firm over her mouth, his palm silencing her, forcing her to take every bit of the pleasure he was giving her without escape.
“That’s it, darling,” he murmured, his voice a low, rough growl that sent shivers racing down her spine. His breath was hot against her ear, his words dripping with a dark, possessive desire that only heightened the intensity of the moment. “Come for me. Let it go and come for me…”
His command was like a spark to tinder, igniting something deep within her. She could feel it building, that pressure coiling tighter and tighter inside her, until it was almost unbearable. Her hips bucked against his hand, her body trembling as she tried to hold on, but it was no use. The pleasure was too much, too intense, and she was powerless to resist it.
And then, with a sudden, breathtaking release, it all came crashing down. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, a gushing rivulet of pure, unadulterated pleasure flooding every inch of her body. Her back arched off the bed, her muscles tightening as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her gasping and trembling in its wake.
She cried out, the sound muffled by Graham’s hand, but no less intense. It was a raw, primal sound, filled with the sheer force of her release, and despite his efforts to silence her, she made a hell of a ruckus. Her body convulsed, her legs shaking as the pleasure consumed her, leaving her utterly spent.
Her vision blurred, her mind going blank as the intensity of her climax overwhelmed her. It was like seeing stars, one giant, blinding burst of light behind her eyes as her body surrendered completely to the sensation. She was lost in it, completely and utterly consumed by the pleasure Graham had given her.
And through it all, he was there, his hand still clamped over her mouth, his fingers still working her, drawing out every last bit of her release until she was trembling and gasping, her body limp and boneless against the sheets.
When it was finally over, when the last waves of pleasure had ebbed away, Graham slowly removed his hand from her mouth, his touch gentle now, almost reverent. He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Good girl. That’s my girl.”
His words sent a fresh shiver through her, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her release. She was completely spent, her limbs heavy and her mind foggy, but she could feel the warmth of his body beside her, the weight of his gaze as he watched her, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
Graham’s voice was a low, velvety murmur, soothing and possessive all at once, as he leaned in to press a soft, almost chaste kiss to the tip of her nose. His touch was tender now, a stark contrast to the relentless intensity of moments ago, but no less electrifying. His fingers continued to move gently, stroking her sensitive folds as they pulsed and quivered beneath his hand, drawing out the last shivers of her release. Isla’s eyes remained tightly shut, her body still trembling as it slowly came down from the storm he had unleashed within her.
“There. There,” he cooed, his voice a soft, reassuring rumble that wrapped around her like a warm blanket. His lips brushed against her forehead, her cheeks, her jawline, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses as he murmured, “Now, at least part of what we started last night has been completed.” His words were laced with satisfaction, a quiet pride in the way he had brought her to the edge and pushed her over, leaving her utterly spent and completely his.
But there was no mistaking the hunger still simmering beneath his calm exterior. His touch, though gentle, was deliberate, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her sensitive flesh, as if he couldn’t bear to stop touching her just yet. And then, his lips found her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, “You know, maybe I’ll let you scream the whole place down on our special night.”
The words sent a fresh jolt of heat through her, her body responding instantly to the promise in his voice. His tone was dark, teasing, filled with a raw, unbridled desire that made her pulse race. “For some reason,” he continued, his voice dropping to a low, husky growl, “it made me even harder.”
Isla’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. The look in his eyes was intense, filled with a hunger that left no doubt about how much he wanted her. His words, so crude and yet so utterly intoxicating, sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. She could feel the heat pooling low in her belly again, her body already responding to the promise of what was to come.
Graham’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile as he watched her, his fingers still moving lazily over her sensitive flesh, drawing out every last bit of her pleasure. “Imagine it,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. “Our wedding night. You, beneath me, screaming my name as I take you, as I make you mine in every way. No holding back, no silencing you. Just you and me, lost in each other, completely and utterly consumed.”
The image his words painted was vivid, intoxicating, and Isla felt her body respond instantly, a fresh wave of heat spreading through her. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding as she imagined it—the weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, the heat of him filling her completely, the way they would move together, lost in the intensity of their passion.
Graham’s smile widened, his eyes dark with desire as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear once more. “And I’ll make sure you scream, honey,” he whispered, his voice rough with promise. “I’ll make sure you feel every inch of me, every thrust, every touch, until you’re trembling and begging for more. Until you’re completely, utterly mine.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel the heat of his desire, the intensity of his need, and it only made her want him more.
But for now, he was content to let her rest, his touch gentle and soothing as he continued to stroke her, drawing out the last remnants of her pleasure.