Chapter 174
EPILOGUE
The room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the walls. The air was thick with anticipation, a heady mix of nervous energy and raw desire. Graham stood by the bed, completely bare, his body taut with tension, his arousal evident. Isla lay before him, her delicate frame trembling slightly, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement. The sheets were cool against her skin, but the heat radiating from Graham’s body was enough to make her feel as though she were on fire.
“Don’t move….” Graham’s voice was low, almost a growl, as he tried to steady his breathing. His hands hovered over her, unsure of where to touch, where to begin. “I said stop shifting like that…Isla!” His frustration was palpable, but it was laced with something deeper—concern, tenderness, and a fear of hurting her.
Isla’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I’m not moving…You’re making me nervous,” she shot back, her voice trembling. “Tapping your feet on the floor, looking so serious…like you’re about to do something terrible instead of smiling. You’re acting like you’re scared!”
Graham’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, he couldn’t deny it. He was scared. Terrified, in fact. The memory of the last time he had hurt her—albeit unintentionally—was still fresh in his mind. But this was different. This was their wedding night, and they needed to move past this fear, to finally become one in every sense of the word.
“You’re making me nervous,” he admitted, his voice softer now, almost a whisper. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle despite the storm of emotions raging within him.
Isla’s eyes softened, and she let out a shaky laugh. “Nervous about what? All you have to do is take your thing out and insert it…How hard can it be?”
For a moment, Graham just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, suddenly, the tension broke, and he burst into laughter. His shoulders shook, the sound rich and deep, filling the room. “Fine,” he said, still chuckling. “You’re right. It’s not that hard at all. Take it out and insert it. Pretty easy.” His voice dropped to a low, teasing growl as he leaned over her, his body pressing into hers.
Isla giggled, the sound light and musical, but it quickly turned into a gasp as Graham mounted her, his weight settling over her in a way that was both comforting and electrifying. Their breath mingled, their eyes locked, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. There was no fear, no hesitation—just the two of them, completely and utterly connected.
And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he was inside her. There was no sliding away, no nervousness, no barriers between them anymore. They were one, in every sense of the word.
“Inserted enough for you?” Graham teased, his voice rough with desire. But Isla was in no condition to reply. Her body arched against his, a soft moan escaping her lips as she surrendered to the sensation.
Graham’s control began to slip as he moved within her, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. She was so tight, so warm, her body gripping him like a vice, and it was all he could do to keep from losing himself completely. “Isla…” he groaned, his voice strained. She moaned in response, her hands clutching at his back, her nails digging into his skin.
He kissed her then, deeply, passionately, pouring all of his love, his fear, his desire into that one kiss. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips, the words barely audible but filled with so much emotion that it made her heart ache.
And then, something inside them both seemed to burst open. The floodgates of pleasure crashed over them, overwhelming and all-consuming. Stars exploded behind their eyes as they reached the peak together, their bodies trembling with the intensity of it. They collapsed against each other, breathless and spent, their hearts pounding in unison.
A few moments later, Isla lay in Graham’s arms, a small, teasing smile playing on her lips. “See, I told you…It wasn’t that hard,” she said, her voice soft but laced with mischief.
Graham’s eyes darkened, and before she could react, he was moving again, his body pressing into hers with a renewed intensity. “Take it out and insert it, got it,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Maybe I should do it again, just for practice?”
Isla’s teasing smile turned into a gasp, then a moan as he thrust into her, each movement strong and deliberate. Her body responded instantly, arching against his as pleasure coursed through her once more. “Graham!” she cried out, her voice a mixture of surprise and ecstasy.
He groaned, his movements becoming more urgent, more possessive. “My lovely wife,” he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. “Now you’re…exactly where you belong.”
And in that moment, as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, they both knew that this was where they were meant to be—together, completely and utterly connected, in every way possible.
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