Page 56 of Captive Bride

Tristan's eyes darkened with desire. He captured my lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against mine. I melted into him, weeks of tension uncoiling as his hands roamed my body.

"On the bed," he murmured against my neck. "Face down."

I obeyed, settling onto my stomach as Tristan wheeled himself to the edge of the bed. His warm hands caressed my thighs, pushing up the loose shirt I wore. I shivered as cool air hit my exposed skin.

"So beautiful," Tristan breathed. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my sweatpants, slowly tugging them down along with my underwear.

I buried my face in the pillow, suddenly shy. But Tristan's reverent touch chased away my insecurities. His hands kneaded my ass cheeks, spreading them gently.

I gasped as Tristan's warm breath ghosted over my sensitive skin. His tongue traced a teasing path along the curve of my ass, sending shivers up my spine.

"Relax, love," he murmured, his hands massaging my lower back.

I took a deep breath, willing my muscles to unclench. Tristan's tongue circled my entrance, warm and wet. A soft moan escaped my lips as he licked a broad stripe from my perineum to my tailbone.

"That's it," Tristan encouraged. "Let me make you feel good."

His tongue probed gently, working me open with slow, deliberate strokes. Heat bloomed in my core as he alternated between teasing flicks and firm pressure. I rocked back against his mouth, chasing the pleasure building inside me.

Tristan's hand slid between my legs, fingers ghosting over my clit. I whimpered at the light touch, desperately wanting more but knowing we couldn't risk it.

Tristan's tongue delved deeper, his stubble scratching deliciously against my sensitive skin. I gripped the sheets, muffling my moans in the pillow. Waves of pleasure radiated through me with each swipe of his tongue.

"Tristan," I gasped, rocking back against his mouth.

He hummed in response, the vibration making me shudder. His tongue pressed deeper, alternating between firm strokes and teasing flicks. Heat coiled low in my belly, tension building with each pass of his skilled mouth.

I cried out as pleasure crashed over me, my body trembling. Tristan held me steady, his tongue working me through the aftershocks. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed through me, leaving me boneless and gasping.

I cried out into the pillow as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body trembled, muscles clenching and unclenching as Tristan worked me through my orgasm. He lapped at me gently, easing me down from the high.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, I collapsed boneless onto the bed. Tristan pressed a soft kiss to the base of my spine before carefully pulling my sweatpants back up.

"You okay, love?" he murmured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back.

I turned my head to look at him, a lazy smile spreading across my face. "More than okay," I whispered. “Can I watch you come?”

He grinned. “What?”

I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling a flush creep up my cheeks. "I want to see you come," I repeated softly. "Please?"

Tristan's eyes darkened with desire. He wheeled back slightly, giving me room to turn over. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching as he unbuckled his belt.

Tristan's eyes locked with mine as he slowly unzipped his pants. The sound seemed deafening in the quiet room. He lifted his hips slightly, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his erection.

I bit my lip at the sight of him, hard and straining. Even after everything we'd been through, my body still responded to him instantly. Heat pooled low in my belly as Tristan wrapped his hand around his length.

"Like what you see?" he murmured, a hint of that cocky smirk playing on his lips.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. Tristan's hand started to move, long slow strokes from base to tip. His breath hitched as he swiped his thumb over the head, spreading the bead of moisture there.

"God, Adriana," he groaned. "The way you looked when you came... fuck."

His hand sped up, twisting slightly on the upstroke. I watched, mesmerized, as his muscles tensed and relaxed with each movement. His breathing grew ragged, chest heaving as he worked himself closer to the edge.

“Talk to me,” Tristan said.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. "You're so sexy," I whispered, my voice husky. "I love watching you touch yourself."

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