Page 54 of Captive Bride

“Isobel,” he chants.

My name has never sounded sweeter than it does coming from his mouth.

I lift my hips from the bed, frantically trying to match his movements with my own. I grind against him, driving him ever deeper into me.

A fire begins to build in my core, its flames leaping out to singe me entirely.

Sounds I never knew myself capable of making find their way into my lips. Feral, primal. The intensity of the moment is stunning me.

I push against him, clenching around the length of him as I do.

I hear him groan in response.

“Fuck, Isobel,” he chokes out.

He increases his speed, shoving himself deeply into me.

Still, I want him more, so I thrust even harder in response.

The fire in me is building. I feel it growing larger by the second.

It races through me, stunning me with its infernal heat.

I redouble my efforts, driving him as deep into me as I possibly can, my thighs clenching around him furiously.

My ankles lock together behind his back, my arms pull tightly against my binds, the pain of the tie digging into them, only adding to my pleasure.

I feel my orgasm building, more intense than any I’ve felt yet.

My entire body seems to erupt in flame, consumed entirely by him.

I go completely rigid as I come, my pussy clamping down onto him. I scream in pure ecstasy, nerves aflame.

My fingernails dig grooves into my palms as the breath leaves my body.

Still, I continue to come.

The orgasm racking through me seems to last an eternity.

I struggle to breathe.

My thoughts cease entirely.

There is nothing in the world but this.

Nothing but him.

I scream his name again, sounding like its own prayer now.

The orgasm passes slowly, my body still feeling the ache and the bliss for several moments after. When it’s passed entirely, I look to him in utter fascination, my body trembling in the aftermath.

He kisses me once, slowly, before re-positioning himself between my legs.

My chest continues heave, my legs shaking worse than ever as I struggle to draw breath.

I look up at him, into those piercing eyes.

They tell me what he’s thinking without any single word.

A grin tugs at his lips.

We’re nowhere near finished here.

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