Page 138 of Captive Bride

Isobel

Pulsations of pleasure threaten to overtake me.

My body’s quaking and coming around him.

“I love you, Tristan. Oh, fuck, I love you so much.”

“Me too, baby.”

He plunges into me so deeply I feel full and whole. The lines of where he begins and where I end are blurred.

He’s pushing into me deeper than ever. Every time with Tristan is like a new time. The first time.

He explores previously unknown depths inside me and forces me to succumb to him in ways I never imagined existed.

I find myself falling and falling into his embrace. I never want to let him go. I never want to be free from this, my ultimate union with him.

And I know he’ll never let me.

Tristan is, in a word, possessive, and I guess something about that makes me feel like I can trust him. I know he has his sights continually set on me, and he has my best interests at heart.

We’ve been fucking on and off throughout the night.

“Baby,” he whispers. “You’re so beautiful.”

He’s looking at me with an expression of awe on his face. I know we both can’t believe this happiness is real.

We were so close to death, to losing each other that this feels like celebratory sex. We escaped death together, and now our real life can begin.

This is the first night of many we will spend together, and that elates me.

It’s crazy because just a little while ago, I was under threat from the Governor, and I thought I was going to die for sure.

I thought there would be no more Tristan and no more me.

But as I feel his large cock sliding in and out of me, I know nothing could be further from the truth.

He literally saved me. And the funny thing is, he also taught me how to save myself.

All at once he’s coming, and I’m coming, and we’re both reaching the heights of ecstasy together.

“Oh, fuck, my beautiful little slut. You’re so tight,” he says as he pumps and shoots his seed into me.

He gasps out the words, and I suck in a breath, trying to ride the wave of my own impending orgasm.

The thought of Tristan’s cum inside me sets me off into an array of pleasurable waves. My climax rolls one after another.

“Yes, Tristan, oh my god. It feels so fucking good.”

With Tristan, it’s like this every time. He makes me come so hard over and over again. Only then is he sated.

He pumps into me, making sure every last drop of his essence is inside. My head is spinning. My world seems right, and I know this is just the beginning of our future together.

He falls down next to me on the bed and is breathing heavily. I lie back and try to catch my breath.

“Drink?” he says, offering me a bottle of whiskey.

I take it and knock down a steady hit of the harsh liquid. I give it back to him and he drinks, and then I kiss him.

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