Reborn Heiress Is Remarrying
Chapter 77: I Feel It Too**

Chapter 77: I Feel It Too**

Chapter 77: I Feel It Too**

"Ah??!" Diane’s eyes snapped to open immediately when she felt Gabriel’s dick inside her.

"Ssshhhh, you don’t want to wake them up," he placed his hand on her mouth, trying to cover it entirely.

Gabriel pushed himself harder, faster, listening to Diane’s silent moans.

"Please, Gabriel..." Feeling the butterflies covering her stomach, Diane leaned back a little, giving Gabriel a chance to kiss her neck.

"I fucking love you, wife! I love you so much!" He went deeper and deeper...

Diane pressed the bag, holding herself together.

But then, Riot moved his body, and they both saw him sit down.

Gabriel immediately paused like his life depended on it.

And Diane just stopped breathing...

’Oh no...’ Diane squeezed her eyes, trying to glance at Riot with a side eye.

Riot got up from his bag, unzipped the tent and walked out.

Diane thought that most likely, nature called for him.

"Let me finish," Gabriel whispered into her ear, wrapped his arms around her whole body, kissing, and at this point sucking her neck.

"Gabriel, ah!" Diane let out a short moan again. "Finish faster, please..."

Her heart was like an electric drum...beating it with no stopping, driven crazily by her own heavy breathing.

Gabriel was squeezing her whole body. He wanted her so much; he was ready to eat her alive.

"Mine," he bit her neck. "Mine..." Gabriel bit it harder this time..."my treasure..."

With one last push; he released everything into Diane...

"Aaah..." Diane moaned with him, feeling her body trembling.

Vibration went through her thighs, knees and reached her toes.

"Yo-you, stupid idiot..." she muttered...

"I love you, Diane..."

She paused herself, not a single breath, not a single move.

"Wh-what?" She turned around, but he pushed her head away to her previous position.

Gabriel held Diane close, his breath felt warm against her skin, his arms wrapped around her as if she was the only thing anchoring him to this world.

His voice trembled, with the kind of desperation that only love could make.

"Diane, you don’t understand," he whispered, his lips brushed against the back of her neck.

"You’re not just someone I want. You’re someone I need. Without you, I feel like I’m suffocating, like I’m drowning in a world that makes no sense."

She had never seen him like this before—so raw, so open, so vulnerable.

"You’re my sweet honey," he continued. "You keep me alive. You’re the only thing that makes sense in this crazy world. The way you smile, the way you laugh, the way you challenge me, Diane... I can’t live without it. I can’t live without you."

Diane’s heart pounded so hard it echoed in her ears.

She wanted to believe him, she truly did, but the depth of his words scared her.

Love had always been a tricky thing, and the last thing she wanted was to fall for a beautiful lie.

"Gabriel..." she started, but her voice faded.

His hands tightened around hers, desperate, as if he could physically hold onto her, keep her from slipping away.

"Tell me you feel it too," he pleaded. "Tell me this isn’t just in my head, Diane. Because I swear, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. You make my heart beat in a way that terrifies me, but I don’t care. I’d rather be scared with you than be safe without you."

Diane’s breath hitched.

She wanted to argue, to say that love shouldn’t be this intense, this consuming.

But how could she deny the way her body responded to his touch, the way her soul leaned toward him as if it had belonged to him all along?

"You’re saying things that sound too good to be true," she finally said.

Gabriel’s lips curled into a small, bittersweet smile.

"Then let me prove it to you," he murmured, lowering his forehead against her head.

"Every single day, for the rest of our lives, if you’ll let me."

Diane felt a tear slip down her cheek, though she wasn’t even sure why.

Was it fear? Hope? Maybe both.

"You don’t know what you’re saying," she whispered.

"I know exactly what I’m saying," Gabriel countered, his hands slid down to her waist, pulling her even closer.

"And I’ll say it a million times if I have to. I love you, Diane. Not just in words, but in every heartbeat, in every thought, in every breath I take."

She shook her head, trying to find the logic, the practicality, the defense she always used to protect herself.

But there was none.

Because when Gabriel looked at her like that, when he spoke to her like she was the only thing that mattered, how could she possibly resist?

Diane turned around, to see him fully.

She didn’t respond.

She didn’t need to.

Instead, she pressed her lips against his, silencing his words, silencing her doubts, and letting herself drown in him.

The kiss was slow at first, uncertain, but within seconds, it deepened into something more, something desperate, something unstoppable.

Gabriel groaned into her mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair as if he never wanted to let go.

Diane clung to him, her hands slid over his chest, feeling the way his heart pounded just as wildly as hers.

He wasn’t lying.

She could feel it.

His love for her wasn’t just words—it was in the way he held her, the way he kissed her, the way he trembled against her as if she was the only thing keeping him whole.

"I need you," Gabriel murmured between kisses, his lips trailed down her jaw, to the sensitive spot beneath her ear.

"More than air. More than anything."

Diane shivered, responding to him with a force she had never known before.

"This is crazy," she whispered, though she made no effort to pull away.

"Then let’s be crazy together," Gabriel murmured, his lips finding hers again.

She lost herself in him.

In the taste of him, in the warmth of his skin, in the way he made her feel like she was the most precious thing in the universe.

Minutes passed.

Or maybe it was hours.

Diane had no sense of time, only of him.

When they finally pulled away, Gabriel rested his forehead against hers, his breath was so uneven, his hands still gripped her as if he was afraid she might disappear.

"Tell me you feel it too," he whispered again.

Diane stared at him, at the beautiful chaos in his eyes, at the love, the need, the devotion.

She exhaled shakily.

And then, finally, she whispered the words she had been too afraid to say.

"I feel it too."