Page 107 of Captive Bride

She’s silent. She just stares at me with love and longing in her eyes.

“Are you sorry?” I ask.

She looks like an angel spread before me—her long legs open, waiting for me to enter her.

She doesn’t miss a beat before responding. “I am sorry Tristan,” she whispers.

“Then say it, Isobel. Tell me that you want my cock deep inside you. Tell me it’s what gives you life. Tell me you’ll never run from me again,” I demand of her.

“It’s true. I’m sorry, Tristan. I won’t run away from you.”

I look at her with a stern expression. What she’s saying is good—but it’s not enough.

“Say it, Isobel. Tell me what I need to hear,” I say.

Instead of saying anything, she climbs to her knees and starts to stroke my cock with her hand. She can hardly wrap her fingers around it. I stand at the edge of the bed and watch her closely as she takes my cock in her mouth, starting to suck the tip of it. This is her way of showing me she’s sorry. And of course, I forgive her. I would always forgive her.

And I’m sorry, too, in my own way. I’m sorry for this damn war and for all the casualties, especially her cousin.

She sucks my cock timidly at first and then becomes fiercer about it. She’s been missing me. She needs me, all of me.

And so, I suck in a deep breath and feel her hot lips swirling around the tip of my cock. She presses on it, taking me down to the back of her throat, and it feels so good. I’m dying to twist my hand through her hair and push it in further, but I don’t. I let her make her apologies to me in this way.

She moans around my length and starts sucking it vigorously.

“Good girl, Isobel. But I still haven’t heard what I need to hear,” I say through clenched teeth.

She sucks it and kisses it, and I can feel her sorrow at having kept herself away from me. She’s trying to make up for it now. Indeed, she’s making up for it, but it’s still not enough. I need to hear her beg.

“Oh fuck, baby, I miss those hot lips around my cock,” I say.

It’s as if she can’t even hear me. She’s just going to town, taking me down her throat so hard she’s gagging.

I look at her face and her beautiful naked body, and I just feel fucking lucky. This girl is mine, all mine.

She sucks me for a long time, and finally, I’ve had enough. I need her now.

I stop her and tilt her face up so she can see my eyes before saying, “Say it, Isobel.”

She cast her eyes down but I tip her head back up so that she’s looking at me. I need to see her eyes. I know she’s hiding from this moment. I know she’s still hiding from me.

One look into my determined expression, and she says, “I want you, Tristan. Please fuck me. I’m begging you.”

That’s all I needed to hear. Those are the magic words.

I quickly spread her legs even farther apart and pull her to the edge of the bed, where I sink my cock deep inside her.

She’s so fucking wet.

“Yes, baby, you are so wet for Daddy. Now I’m gonna make you come hard, to pay for what you did, for shutting me out of your life.”

I thrust into her and she’s crying my name out already.

“Tristan, fuck. I missed you.”

Being with her again is soothing to my soul. I thought I’d lost her there for a minute.

“Good, Isobel. I missed you, too.”

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