Page 67 of Captive Bride

"Told you," I murmured, nipping at her earlobe.

I started a slow, rolling motion with my hips, creating friction against her most sensitive spot. This hurt–but it wasn’t too bad.

I could do this for hours if it made her happy. Adriana's breath hitched, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

I captured her lips again, swallowing her quiet moan. My hands roamed her body, tracing familiar paths along her skin.

"Is this okay?" I murmured against her neck.

She nodded, her fingers leaving divots on my skin "Yes," she breathed.

I rocked my leg gently, providing friction where she needed it most. Adriana's breathing quickened, her hips moving in tandem with my motions. I kissed along her jaw, down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.

She nodded, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Yes," she breathed.

I rocked my leg gently, providing friction where she needed it most. Adriana's breathing quickened, her hips moving in tandem with my motions. I kissed along her jaw, down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin.

Adriana's breath hitched as I increased the pressure. Her eyes fluttered closed, face flushed with pleasure. I watched in awe as she chased her release, her body moving against mine with increasing urgency.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I said. “I can’t wait to get to fuck you.”

"Tristan," Adriana gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Don't stop."

I kept up the steady rhythm with my leg, feeling her warmth against my thigh. Her breaths came faster, little whimpers escaping her lips. I kissed along her collarbone, tasting the salt on her skin.

“I can feel how wet you are even though I haven’t even taken your panties off. Would you like me to do that now?”

Adriana nodded, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes, please," she breathed.

I slid my hand down her body, hooking my fingers in the waistband of her underwear. Slowly, I pulled them down her legs, dropping them off the side of the bed. My hand returned to her center, feeling the slick heat there.

"God, you're so wet," I groaned, circling her clit with my thumb.

Adriana moaned, her hips bucking against my hand. I resumed the motion with my thigh, providing pressure as my fingers explored her folds. Her breathing grew ragged as I built her pleasure higher and higher.

Adriana's eyes fluttered closed, her head tipping back. I watched in awe as pleasure washed over her features. Her body tensed, then shuddered as she came apart in my arms. I held her close, whispering words of love and adoration as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

As her breathing slowed, Adriana opened her eyes, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Okay, I stand corrected," she said with a soft laugh. "You definitely can make me come with your leg."

I grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Told you so."

“I don’t think I can make you come with my legs.”

I laughed, my breath hot against her skin. “Actually, you probably could.”

“How?” she asked. “I mean, I just don’t understand how you’d fuck me.”

“I’d fuck your legs,” I said. “I’d need lube, but we can get that.”

Adriana's eyes widened, a mix of curiosity and desire flashing across her face. "Show me," she whispered, her voice husky.

I reached for the nightstand, fumbling for a moment before finding the bottle of lube we kept there. Squeezing some into my palm, I warmed it between my hands before coating my cock.

I positioned myself between Adriana's legs, running my hands along her smooth thighs. With gentle pressure, I guided her to press her legs together, creating a tight channel.

"Like this," I murmured, slowly pushing my slicked cock between her thighs.

Adriana gasped softly as I began to move, sliding in and out of the warm space between her legs. The friction was incredible, her soft skin enveloping me. I groaned, my hips finding a steady rhythm.

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