Page 57 of Captive Bride

Tristan's hand moved faster, his grip tightening. A low groan escaped his lips.

"Tell me what you want to do to me," he panted.

Heat flooded my cheeks but I pushed through my embarrassment. "I want to taste you," I murmured. "To feel you hot and hard on my tongue."

Tristan's hips jerked, his breath coming in short gasps now. "Fuck, Adriana."

"I want to take you deep in my throat," I continued, gaining confidence. "To make you come so hard you see stars."

“You want that? You want me to fuck your pretty mouth?”

"Yes," I breathed, heat flooding my cheeks. "I want to feel you hit the back of my throat."

Tristan groaned, his hand moving faster. His muscles tensed, thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.

"I want to swallow every drop," I whispered, my voice husky with desire. "To lick you clean after you come."

"Fuck," Tristan gasped. His hips jerked up, cock twitching in his grip. "I'm close, love."

I leaned in closer, mesmerized by the sight of him. "Come for me, Tristan," I murmured, breathing hard against his cock. “Do you want to come on my face?”

"Fuck, yes," Tristan growled, his hand moving frantically now.

I leaned in closer, tilting my face up. Tristan's muscles tensed, a low groan escaping his lips as the first splash of cum hit my cheek. I gasped at the warm wetness, arousal pulsing through me as rope after rope painted my skin.

Tristan's hips jerked with each pulse, his breath coming in ragged pants. I kept my eyes locked on his face, watching the pleasure wash over him. His brow furrowed, lips parted as he rode out his orgasm.

When the last aftershocks subsided, Tristan slumped back in his chair. His eyes raked over me, taking in the mess on my face. A possessive glint flashed in his gaze.

"You look so fucking hot like that," he murmured, voice rough.

I felt my cheeks flush, warmth spreading through me at his words. Tristan reached out, thumb swiping through the cum on my cheek. He brought it to my lips.

Without breaking eye contact, I sucked his thumb into my mouth.

Tristan's eyes darkened as I swirled my tongue around his thumb, tasting the salty tang of his release. A low growl rumbled in his chest.

"Fuck, Adriana," he breathed. "You're gonna kill me."

I released his thumb with a soft pop, a shy smile tugging at my lips. "Just reminding you what you have to look forward to in a few weeks."

Tristan chuckled, his hand cupping my cheek. "As if I could forget." His thumb traced my lower lip, eyes intense. "I love you, you know that?"

My heart swelled at his words. Even after everything we'd been through, hearing him say it still made me feel warm all over. "I love you too," I murmured. “So…what do we do now? Do we go back to Delaware?”

“No, love,” he said. “I think we have to go home.”

Chapter Twenty-Five: Adriana

So that was what we did.

We went home.

Right back to my parents’ house, as if nothing had ever happened.

The heavy door swung open to the Orsini estate, and a burst of warm air rushed out to meet us, laden with the scent of garlic and herbs from some deep-rooted Italian recipe simmering in the kitchen. I stepped over the threshold, my arms cradling one of the twins, her tiny form a bundle against my chest. Tristan entered beside me, maneuvering his wheelchair with an ease that made the action seem almost thoughtless, the other twin asleep in his lap.

"Welcome home," my mom’s voice was like a melody, wrapping around us as she appeared in the foyer, arms wide, her smile genuine. My mother's presence filled the room with a calmauthority, her blonde and silver-streaked hair catching the soft light filtering through the windows.

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