Page 66 of Captive Bride

She turned to look at me. “For what?”

“For giving me the world’s greatest gifts," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "For standing by me through all of this."

Adriana's eyes softened, a small smile playing on her lips. "Always," she murmured. “But, uh, we should probably talk birth control. Once we can have sex again.”

I laughed. “Yeah, good point.”

"We should get some rest," Adriana said, her fingers still laced with mine. "Tomorrow's going to be a long day."

We left the world behind, Adriana and I, as we stepped back from the cribs where our twins lay breathing the soft sighs of the innocent. The nursery faded away as we approached our bedroom.

I moved myself to the bed and then pulled her into my arms.

Her head found its spot against my chest, a perfect fit, as if she was carved from the void within me.

"Tristan," she whispered, a hint of vulnerability lacing her voice, "hold me."

"Always," I said, my voice rough with the swell of emotions I struggled to name.

Our bed was an island in the tempest of our lives, the sheets cool against our skin as we sank into their embrace. We clung to each other, silent vows passing through the press of lips on skin. Each kiss held a confession, my mouth speaking words of love onto her neck, promising solace amidst the chaos threatening our shores.

“Do you want to sleep?” Adriana asked.

“No,” I said. “I mean, yes, but only after I make you come.”

“You can’t fuck me yet.”

“I have the rest of my life to fuck you.”

She laughed, throwing her head back, exposing her neck to me.

I trailed kisses down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. My hands roamed her body, relearning every curve and plane. Adriana sighed, her fingers tangling in my hair as I made my way lower.

"Tristan," she breathed, her voice husky with desire.

I looked up at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. "Let me take care of you," I murmured against her stomach.

“I just want you to kiss me,” she said. “Things are still…I don’t know. I’m a bit self-conscious right now because I gave birth less than, I don’t know, a week ago.”

I nodded, understanding her hesitation. "Of course," I murmured, moving back up to capture her lips with mine. The kiss was soft, tender, filled with all the love and reverence I felt for this woman who had given me everything. “Can I still make you come?”

She laughed. “How?”

“Well, I have hands, and legs…”

“You can’t make me come with your legs.”

“Is that a challenge, Orsini?”

“Yes,” she said. “I don’t believe you.”

I smirked at Adriana, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, I think you'd be surprised what I can do."

She rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Alright, hotshot. Show me what you've got."

I pulled her close, kissing her deeply as I positioned myself beside her. My hand trailed down her body, caressing her curves. When I reached her thigh, I hooked her leg over mine, pressing my thigh against her center.

Adriana gasped softly, her eyes widening. "Oh..."

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