Chapter 103: I love You Isabel
Isabel’s breath hitched sharply. Fresh tears spilled down as she closed her eyes tightly.
"You manipulated my marriage... my entire life... just because you wanted me for yourself?"
"Yes," Azael said without hesitation, his tone raw and honest. "I know it was wrong. I know I’m selfish and cruel. But I can’t regret it completely... because it brought you closer to me. Because now you’re here, in my arms, with me."
He slowly sat up while still buried deep inside her, wrapping his arms tightly around her naked body. Their faces were mere inches apart. With trembling thumbs, he gently wiped away her tears.
"I love you, Isabel," he whispered, his voice breaking.
"Not just your body. I love your kindness. The way you always took care of me when I was weak and sick. The way you smiled at me even when I was cold and distant. I want you forever. Not as a mistress. Not as a secret. As mine. Completely mine."
Isabel’s lips quivered violently. She searched his eyes for a long time, desperately looking for any trace of deceit. She found none — only raw, desperate, all-consuming honesty and love.
A shaky sob escaped her throat.
"You idiot..." she whispered, voice filled with pain and something deeper. "You absolute idiot... and bad boy..."
Then she kissed him.
It wasn’t gentle or hesitant. It was fierce, emotional, and filled with years of suppressed longing. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him with everything she had, pouring all her confusion, hurt, anger, and growing love into it.
Azael kissed her back with equal passion, holding her as if she might disappear, their tongues dancing desperately together.
She should hate him. She should push him away and never look back.
But she couldn’t.
Because somewhere along the way, she had already fallen for him too.
Isabel began moving again, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. She rode him with deep, rolling motions, her soaked pussy clenching tightly around his cock as if afraid to let him go even for a second.
"Ahhn~ Azael..." she moaned against his lips, tears still falling. "I’m so angry at you... but I... I can’t stop wanting you... I can’t stop needing you..."
Azael groaned deeply, thrusting up into her welcoming heat.
"I know," he whispered between heated kisses. "I’m sorry... I’m so sorry, my love."
They moved together in a slow, emotional rhythm. Isabel’s massive breasts pressed heavily against his chest, her hard nipples rubbing sensually against his skin with every roll of her hips. Her loosened black hair cascaded down her back like a dark waterfall as she rode him, her round glasses slightly crooked on her tear-streaked, flushed face.
She kissed him again and again– desperate, needy, almost obsessive kisses mixed with soft sobs and sweet moans.
"Azael... Azael..." she kept whispering his name like a prayer, like a lifeline.
Azael held her close, one hand stroking her back tenderly while the other gripped her plump ass, helping her move on his cock.
"I love you," he repeated between kisses, voice hoarse with emotion. "I love you so much, Isabel. I’ve always loved you."
Her inner walls tightened around him even more as another powerful orgasm began building inside her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, moaning loudly as pleasure mixed with overwhelming, conflicting emotions.
"I... I don’t know what to feel anymore..." she cried softly against his skin. "But I don’t want to leave you... I can’t leave you..."
"Then don’t," Azael whispered, thrusting deeper and slower, savoring every inch of her. "Stay with me. Be mine. Let me take care of you from now on. I’ll never let you go."
Isabel nodded shakily against his neck, her tears soaking his skin.
"Yes..." she breathed, voice breaking. "Yes... Azael... I’m yours..."
Their movements gradually grew faster and more desperate. The wet, rhythmic sound of flesh slapping together filled the quiet room once again as they chased their pleasure together– not just physically, but emotionally, as if trying to heal the wounds between them through their connection.
Isabel came first, her pussy spasming hard around his thick cock as she cried out his name in ecstasy. Azael followed moments later, burying himself to the hilt and filling her with thick, hot ropes of cum once again.
They stayed locked together for a long, intimate time afterward, breathing heavily, holding each other as tightly as possible.
Isabel finally pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes with a complicated, tearful expression– still hurt, still confused, but undeniably softer and filled with deep affection.
"This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you completely," she whispered, voice hoarse.
Azael smiled gently and kissed her forehead with tender reverence.
"I know," he murmured. "I’ll spend as long as it takes to earn your full forgiveness... and your heart."
Isabel didn’t reply with words. Instead, she rested her head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as they remained intimately connected, bodies and emotions tangled together in the quiet night.
After several minutes of peaceful silence, Isabel slowly lifted her head again. She gazed at him with an intensity that sent a chill down Azael’s spine.
Her dark eyes, usually warm and gentle, now held something colder. Something obsessive. Something dangerously possessive.
She tightened her walls around his cock once more, squeezing him firmly as if to claim him completely.
"Don’t ever leave me," she whispered in a chilling, low voice. Her fingers slowly traced up to his neck, resting there with surprising strength. "If you abandon me... if you ever throw me away after doing all this to me... I will follow you. And if I can’t have you... I will...I will do something to myself...I don’t want to be alone."
Her silver eyes gleamed with unsettling obsession.
Azael’s breath hitched. Instead of fear, a dark thrill ran through him. He loved this side of her – this dangerous, possessive love that mirrored his own obsession.
He suddenly flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him. He grabbed her hips firmly and thrust back inside her with one powerful stroke.
"Don’t worry," he growled possessively, staring into her eyes. "I won’t ever leave you. You’re already stuck with me... and you won’t be able to get away even if you tried."
He started thrusting hard and deep, pounding into her with renewed hunger. Isabel moaned loudly beneath him, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist as she pulled him even deeper.
"Ahhn~ Azael...! Yes... harder...! Make me yours completely... "
Her walls clenched around his thick cock like a vice, hot and slippery with their mixed fluids.
Azael groaned deeply, leaning down to capture one of her bouncing breasts in his mouth.
He sucked hard on her stiff pink nipple, tongue swirling around it while his hips continued slamming into her.
"Mmmph~! Your pussy feels so good, Isabel... So tight... So wet for me..." he growled against her breast, biting down gently on her nipple.
Isabel’s head fell back against the pillow, her round glasses slipping further down her nose as she moaned loudly.
"Ahh~ Azael...! Darling...! Your cock is reaching so deep...! I can feel you hitting my womb... "
He switched to her other breast, sucking and licking the sensitive bud with equal hunger while his hips never slowed down. The bed creaked rhythmically beneath them as he fucked her with long, powerful strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
Isabel’s hands clutched his back, nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
"I angry on you... but I love you... I love you so much it hurts...! I don’t know when I started to feel for you this way!!" she sobbed between moans, her voice breaking with emotion and ecstasy. "Don’t ever leave me... If you do, ...I belong to you now... and you are my young master... "
Isabel who was orphan, who never had family find a little brother in Azael when he was kid. But as he grow, he started to stay away from others. At that time she met Michel and decided to have to have family.
But then Azael seduce her...make her fall for him.
Maybe she never truly love Michel. That’s why she fell for Azael.
And now she didn’t wanted to be alone. She wanted to be loved. And Azael own possessive confession change something between her.
Her possessiveness increases and it only fueled Azael’s desire. He kissed her fiercely, swallowing her moans as he pounded into her harder.
"I’m yours," he groaned against her lips. "And you’re mine. Forever. I’ll never let you go, Isabel."
Their bodies moved together in perfect, desperate sync. Sweat glistened on their skin as Azael fucked her deep and rough, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with every thrust.
Isabel’s pussy fluttered and squeezed around him, milking his cock as another orgasm built rapidly inside her.
"Azael...! I’m close again...! Don’t stop...! Please don’t stop... "
"Cum for me, my love," he whispered hotly in her ear, biting her earlobe. "Let me feel you cum on my cock."
Isabel’s entire body tensed. Her walls clamped down around him like a vice as she reached her peak.
"Ahhhhhhn~!"
She came hard, her pussy spasming wildly around his thick shaft, flooding him with her hot juices. Her legs locked around him, pulling him as deep as possible while she trembled violently in ecstasy.
The intense squeezing pushed Azael over the edge right after her. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded inside her once again.
"Nnghh... Isabel...! Take all of it...!"
Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted from his cock, flooding her womb and pussy in powerful spurts. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pumping every last drop deep inside her until it overflowed, leaking out around his shaft.
