She’s about to get into the shower. It looks like I came just in time.
“I brought you a drink, baby,” I say.
She smiles at me, perfectly comfortable in her nudity.
I finally feel like I can relax. She’s mine, and we’re going to get out of here and be free.
“Thanks, Tristan. I really needed this.”
I hand her the crystal glass, and she takes a long and thorough drink.
I watch her.
I always watch Isobel.
Then, I take her into my arms and drag her to the bed.
“Tristan,” she says, and tears form in her eyes.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s over now. The war is won. You’re safe.”
“Am I?” She looks at me with a worried expression. “Or will I always be on the run from them, the Capulets, my father?”
I hold her for a long time, wishing there was something to say to reassure her.
“We’re moving, Isobel. We’re going to Vienna, and none of your relatives will think to look there. We’ll be undercover and happy.”
She looks up at me, her eyes shining. “You really think so?”
“I know so, baby. Merc and Benny are working on it right now. They’ll figure it out. They always do. No loose ends, okay?”
“Okay.”
I push her gently back on the bed, my naked princess. Then I undress and claim my territory between her thighs.
Her breathing is ragged, and she prepares herself for what I’m about to do.
I slip a finger, then two, into her wet pussy, and she breathes more rapidly.
I watch her beautiful tits rise as she arches her back, trying to contain what I’m doing to her.
I kiss and lick her clit while fingering her G-spot.
“Come for me, Isobel. I want to know how badly you desire me.”
“Of course, I do Tristan. You’re my everything.”
I pull up and kiss her. I need to fuck her and taste her and make her scream my name.
I kiss her hard and finger her until she moans my name. My mouth muffles her cries as I start to claim her in every way.
“You’re mine, Isobel. Say it.”
“Yes, Tristan. Oh, fuck. Yes, I’m yours.”
“That’s my girl.”
I pull my fingers out of her soaking wet pussy and plunge my cock in.