Page 24 of Captive Bride

"That can be arranged," My reply was a whisper as I shifted above her, the heat of her body against mine making me more aware of the barely restrained desire coursing through my veins.

Slowly, I withdrew my fingers from her, eliciting a disappointed whimper from Adriana. Before she could protest, I moved slightly away from her so I could unzip my trousers. This was hard, I had to use a lot of upper body strength, but her responding gaze of anticipation was enough to fuel my determination. I freed myself from the confines of my clothing,my cock springing free with a groan of relief. "Feeling skeptical now?" I questioned, a playful smirk dancing on my lips.

Her eyes narrowed, but a glint in her gaze told me she was far from unimpressed. "I need...more empirical evidence."

“I literally got you pregnant. With twins.”

“Sounds like you got lucky,” she said.

“Luck had nothing to do with it,” I countered, my smirk widening as I positioned myself at her entrance. “Pure skill, love.”

Her laughter was a sweet melody to my ears, and it echoed in the quiet room as I slowly slid into her, both of us gasping at the familiar sensation. "That's...a bold claim," Adriana managed before her words turned into a sigh.

I didn't respond immediately, the sensation of being inside her once again stealing all coherent thoughts. Instead, I started moving, setting a slow rhythm that had her moaning in no time. "Still think it was luck?" I managed to ask after regaining some control over my senses.

Adriana didn't answer right away. Her eyes were shut tight, her lips parted in silent ecstasy, but I could tell by the way she tightly gripped the fabric of the couch beneath her that she was close to losing herself once again.

“Maybe,” she finally replied, her breath hitching as I hit a particularly sweet spot within her. “Fuck!”

Grinning at her exclamation, I moved my free hand to her clit once more, gently rubbing circles over her sensitive nub. It didn't take long for her body to react to the additional stimulation, her back arching off the couch as she threw her head to the side.

“You’re…” The words seemed to get stuck in her throat, a sultry moan replacing them as she tossed her head from side to side.

"Say it," I ordered, my voice a whisper against the shell of her ear. I wanted to hear it from her lips that she was enjoying this—that I was making her feel good. And not just physically. In this moment, I wanted nothing more than to alleviate the worry that had been nagging at her all evening.

“Tristan," she breathed out, a plea and a prayer all rolled into one beautiful name. My name.

"Yes, love?"

“You’re so good.” Her voice was breathless and shaky, but there was no mistaking the intense pleasure lacing each word.

“What am I good at?”

“Everything...” The word was a sigh, half-lost to the moan that followed as I picked up my pace. As I thrust deeper, harder into her. She was a vision beneath me, her body surrendering to every stroke, every touch. Her dark hair tumbled wildly about her face, framing the sheen of sweat on her brow and the soft glow in her eyes.

Adriana’s fingers dug into my forearms, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. The way she moved beneath me—the wayshe let go—it was more than just sex. It was an unspoken trust, a bond forged through shared pleasures and trials. It was love in its rawest form.

“You’re good at this,” she said in a shaky voice, meeting my thrusts with equal fervor. Her hips lifted to meet mine in an intoxicating rhythm. “So...so good.”

“I know.” I grinned against her neckline, placing tender kisses along the sweaty skin there. “And I’m going to remind you again and again until you forget everything but how good I make you feel.”

Her response was a breathy, satisfied sigh, her hands moving from my forearms to thread through my hair. "Never had any doubts about that," she murmured against my ear.

I kept my pace steady, intent on drawing this out for her as long as possible. Every gasp and moan she let out was a testament to the connection we shared and a testament to how well I knew her body.

"You're close," I murmured against her cheek, the observation coming from the telltale tightness in her body and the way her breaths came in shallow pants.

"Just...a little longer," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

I didn't need to be told twice. Adjusting my angle, I thrust forward with purposeful precision, each movement designed to heighten her pleasure. I could feel her body tightening even more, could see the flush spreading across her skin. Her headtipped back as she gripped at me, her nails digging into my skin. The small sting of it only spurred me on.

"One more time for me," I coaxed, my own control beginning to fray around the edges as Adriana's climax drew near.

With one last moan, she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her. Her body arched off the couch, trembling beneath me as wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her. The sight of her lost in ecstasy was enough to push me over the edge, pleasure crashing into me as I let go.

For a few blissful moments, there was nothing else but the pounding of our hearts and the shared warmth of our bodies. The rest of the world could have been falling apart around us, but none of it mattered as long as Adriana was in my arms.

Eventually, our breaths slowed and our bodies stilled. I carefully pulled out of her and collapsed besides her on the couch. She turned into me immediately, draping a leg over mine and resting her head on my chest. Her fingers traced idle patterns on my skin and our breathing synced up, creating a rhythm that filled the silent room.

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