Chapter 34
Gabriel and Nicole arrived on the island where they would be spending their honeymoon in a helicopter.
The island belonged to Gabriel’s family.
Nicole’s eyes widened as she took in the sight before her—the landscape stretched endlessly, lush greenery meeting pristine beaches, waves gently lapping against the sand to her excitement.
The mansion loomed in the distance, regal and expansive, every detail speaking of luxury and power.
She noticed the hum of the generator that powered the island, the way the sunlight reflected off the water, the way the breeze played with her hair.
The beach, endless and inviting, caused her heart to skip with excitement.
She never imagined that one day she’d be standing on an island that belonged to a wealthy person—not as a tourist, not as a guest, but as someone who could call this place a home, a sanctuary.
And not just a home, but a place where she would spend her honeymoon.
A place where she could stay forever if she wanted.
The thought made her dizzy with awe and a touch of disbelief.
Gabriel watched her carefully, a soft smile curling at his lips.
Her awe, her fascination, the way her eyes sparkled like a child’s discovering something magical—it made him want to protect this innocence, to cherish it.
He was silently amused by how she sometimes allowed herself to be completely vulnerable, completely herself, in front of him.
Once Nicole had admired the scenery enough, she suddenly ran up to Gabriel, taking his hand without hesitation.
They walked together into the mansion, her grip firm yet delicate.
The maids sent ahead of them smiled politely as they passed, acknowledging their arrival, and Nicole’s heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
When they reached their bedroom, Nicole’s eyes went wide in astonishment.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of candles, rose petals scattered like a river of red and pink across the floor and bed.
The dim light made shadows dance along the walls, and the overall effect was breathtaking.
Darkness and candlelight mixed perfectly, giving the room a sense of intimacy and romance.
She felt her breath catch in her throat.
“Your mom is quite romantic,” Nicole said, her voice barely above a whisper, a mix of amazement and disbelief in her tone as she gazed around the room.
“Mom didn’t do all of this. I did,” Gabriel replied casually, yet there was a spark in his eyes, a subtle pride in surprising her.
Nicole’s jaw dropped slightly. “Oh, wow!” she whispered.
Her heart raced, her pulse quickened, and a strange warmth spread through her chest. She couldn’t believe he had done all of this.
She imagined how tonight could have been if this marriage had been based on love—if every kiss, every touch, every whispered word could have been real, not just a performance.
God, Gabriel was a romantic, she thought to herself, a shiver running through her body at the thought, a mix of admiration and longing.
The thought of all of this going to waste already made her feel bad.
Her eyes wandered to him, drinking in the sight of his strong frame, his casual yet confident stance.
His hands deftly began to remove his tie, and the next thing was to take a shower and go to bed.
That was typical of him. The realization that tonight might end like any other—quiet, ordinary, no passion shared—made her chest ache.
Suddenly, a thought sparked in her mind. “Um, Gabriel? Can you help me with my zipper?” she asked before he could start unbuttoning his shirt.
He walked toward her, each step measured yet purposeful. She turned, giving him access to her dress, her fingers trembling slightly as she prepared herself for his touch.
“Um… can you wait outside for a while, please?” she asked, her voice soft but carrying an undertone of nervous anticipation as he reached the midpoint of opening her zipper.
Gabriel quietly complied, stepping out and closing the door behind him.
He stood just outside, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
Nicole. Her skin looked so smooth and tempting, her scent lingered in his senses.
He imagined what it would be like to make love to her—not for appearances, not for contract obligations—but for the raw, consuming desire that had been building in him since the first time he saw her.
He shivered involuntarily, knowing the circumstances of their marriage forbade him from acting on those thoughts, yet they burned in his mind endlessly.
“You can come in now!” Nicole called softly.
He returned to the room, unbuttoning his shirt as he went.
Nicole wasn’t immediately visible—he guessed she was in the bathroom, finishing her preparations.
The earlier arrival of their luggage, carefully arranged in the closet, had spared them both from mundane chores.
Gabriel allowed himself a moment to appreciate the calm, the quiet.
All he needed was a shower and a good night’s sleep, to relieve himself from the day’s stress.
Nicole emerged from the bathroom moments later, having taken her pills, brushed her teeth, retouched her makeup, and ensured every curl fell perfectly into place.
The subtle scent of her perfume filled the room as she took one last look in the mirror, drawing a deep, steadying breath to calm her nerves.
Gabriel sat shirtless on the bed, a glass of champagne in hand, when Nicole stepped into the room.
She wore a black mini night robe, moving with a soft, deliberate grace.
Her entrance was like a current running through him—sharp, electrifying.
His throat suddenly went dry; he could barely form words.
She looked breathtaking, and seductive in the night robe, every inch of her drawing him in, testing his resolve.
What was she trying to do? He wondered, heart hammering against his ribs.
Nicole, meanwhile, felt the weight of her own nervousness, trying desperately to mask it. The thought of rejection gnawed at her—if Gabriel turned her away, the humiliation would be unbearable. Her hands trembled slightly, her lips parted nervously, but she managed to conceal them well.
“Gabriel?” she began, her voice soft, her words slow, just enough to reveal the tension she was trying to hide.
“Huh?” he replied, his eyes scanning her, alert, captivated.
“You’ve done so much in my life, much more than I could ever imagine…
Meeting you was the best part of my life.
I know I can never repay you in the same manner, but I hope you will accept this little gift of mine,” she said, slowly removing the night robe to reveal a seductive black lace lingerie beneath.
Gabriel swallowed hard. His heart thudded violently, his pulse racing, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. He wasn’t expecting this. It was like she read his thoughts. Her body, flawless, exquisite, tempting beyond reason—it was all too much to contain.
“Nicole, we—”
“Shh,” Nicole interrupted, placing a delicate finger over his lips, silencing him.
“Please don’t hold back. This is every woman’s gift to her husband on a wedding night and, at this moment…
You’re my husband,” she whispered, the last words melting into his ear.
Gently, she took the champagne flute from his hand and straddled him, her movements deliberate, slow, filled with the promise of what was to come.
She kissed him softly, tenderly, hesitant at first as though gauging his reaction, before guiding his hands to wrap around her waist. Her lips were soft and warm, promised with endless pleasure.
He could kiss her all day and still not get enough.
Gabriel mirrored her movements, hands roaming her curves, exploring her body slowly, savoring every inch of her.
He withdrew briefly, placing hot, lingering kisses along her neck, eliciting moans of pleasure that only encouraged him further when he realized it was her sweet spot.
Nicole’s body trembled, arousal coursing through her, as she guided him onto the bed so he was lying down, pressing kisses along his abs and chest, grinding against him with urgency, testing his reactions.
His body, sculpted and strong, responded instinctively.
She loved how perfect and firm his abs were against her fingers as she caressed him.
Gabriel was too sexy for his age, and Nicole was glad to have met a man like him.
She continued, open-mouthed kisses traveling up his neck, leaving a trail of fire in her wake, as she sucked on it.
Her lips worked with precision, skill, and tantalizing intent.
Gosh, her lips worked wonders, he thought, as he let her explore his body with her lips.
Gabriel moaned softly, yielding to her teasing as she undid his pants, leaving him only in his briefs.
A groan escaped his lips as Nicole began palming the bulge at his lower region.
Her touch, bold yet deliberate, drove him wild.
Unable to resist any longer, Gabriel flipped them, taking control, straddling her with power and hunger, as he couldn’t let her have all the fun.
He kissed her fiercely and hungrily, hands pinning hers above her head, lips and tongue exploring her body with a primal intensity.
Their lips fought for dominance, but his won in the end.
As he placed hot kisses all over her body, Nicole’s body was aflame, every nerve ending alight, every inch of her aching for his touch and she was finally getting it.
She hadn’t felt this way for as long as she could remember.
Years of restraint, longing, and desire found release in his hands, lips, and body.
Gabriel removed her bra and underpants, taking in the perfection of her form, worshiping it with his gaze and lips.
She has the body of a goddess. Her breasts were firm and begging to be touched.
He did her the honor, and explored her breasts with his tongue, eliciting trembles and soft moans that echoed in the room.
Now both fully naked, Nicole’s desire was undeniable—her body wet, aching, and ready to feel him inside her.
Gabriel slowly slid a finger inside her, her gasp echoing as her hands clutched the sheets.
She was so tight. A low moan escaped her lips as he added another, each movement deliberate, teasing, and exquisite.
When he felt her readiness, he lined himself and entered her slowly, causing her toes to curl, and drawing gasps of pain and pleasure.
His lips met hers in a searing kiss to ease the intensity.
“I’m ready,” she breathed, the words carrying everything he needed.
There were no more words. Only action, only passion, only unrestrained desire.
Their moans and groans filled the room, a symphony of the night, as Gabriel expressed every longing, every hunger, every forbidden impulse upon Nicole, consuming her wholly, thoroughly, without pause, throughout the night.