Page 106 of Captive Bride

Tristan

She’s lying on the master bed, looking so sweet and vulnerable. At the same time, I can tell something’s shifted in her. Her eyes aren’t so innocent anymore.

She’s seen too much, and she knows too much.

The image of Theo’s bloodied body comes to my mind, and I know it’s all she’s thinking about, too.

I never should’ve brought her with me that day. It’s a choice I’ll always regret. She didn’t need to see that. It’s obviously shocked and stunned her.

Me? I’m used to killing, murder, and crime. I was raised this way. I learned to tune it out, but my innocent flower hasn’t. She’s been sheltered her whole life—and yet with me, that shelter and those walls are coming down.

She’s learning what it’s like to live in the real world. And, trust me, it’s not all pretty.

Again, I regret the fact that Theo was so intent on killing me. If only he had worked with me a little bit, we could’ve kept Isobel safe together. As it was, he was gonna come for me no matter what, and that meant I had to confront him first.

At least right now, she seems to have come out of her self-imposed shell. I know she needed to mourn and to nurse her wounds, but still, being away from her for so long was the hardest thing I’ve had to do.

I spent days worrying about her, checking on her, wondering if she would ever come out of her grief.

And, to my surprise and delight, here she is, back in my arms. Even if she’s still mad at me, even if she can’t forget what I did to her cousin, I know that she’s mine. She feels this electricity as much as I do. We’re on fire together, and there’s nothing I’d ever do to put that flame out.

It’s eternal, I know.

I lay her back down on the bed and kiss her gently. Those lips. That face. Those eyes. All of it entices me more than ever. She feels like water after a long desert storm. She feels like sunlight after the rain. She feels like everything I need to survive.

I kiss her vehemently. I kiss her cheeks, her eyelashes, her lips, her neck...everywhere. Finally, I trail up his kisses along her sweet little pussy.

“I’ve missed you, baby,” I say, breathing against her warm skin. “Don’t ever leave me again, Isobel. I will find you no matter what.”

She shivers under my touch and at the sound of my words.

I mean everything I said. I will never let her go. I’m obsessed with her. She’s the light of my life, and she always will be. That, I know for sure.

“Tristan,” she moans.

“I’m right here,” I assure her.

Even when she pushed me away, even when she never wanted to see me again, I was right here for her the entire time.

I spread her legs wide. I can’t contain myself for another second.

Fuck foreplay. Fuck making this last forever.

I just need to sink my cock deep inside her now.

I need to feel connected to her. I need to claim her again, to know that she’s mine, and to make her know it, too.

Standing back, I undress and reveal my throbbing cock to her. It’s throbbing so hard.

She looks at me with wide eyes.

With my chiseled torso and twelve-inch cock on display, it feels like an eternity since I’ve been with her like this. She stares at my cock that’s dying to reach into her inner depths.

“Is this what you want, baby?” I ask her.

She nods almost imperceptibly.

“You said you would never run from me again, Isobel. And yet, you did run from me. In your grief, you turned away.”

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