Page 56 of Captive Bride

I lean down, crashing my mouth against hers. Our tongues intertwine, dancing the heated tango as I grind against her.

I cradle her face with one hand, while wrapping the other around her shoulder so I can dive even deeper inside.

“Agghh…” I moan out in a raspy breath.

Every fiber of my being is on fire, pulsing with want and need. I want to cherish and punish her all at once for bewitching me with her gorgeous figure, cerulean eyes, and fair skin.

I alternate my pace, thrusting fast, then slow. Hard, then soft.

I don’t want this moment to end just yet.

I lock eyes with her, and the exchange of emotion between the two of us fucking captivates me. She’s no longer a caged bird, locked away for nobody to see.

She’s here in my arms, writhing and crying out, begging for more. She’s everything I didn’t know I wanted and so much more.

She’s mine.

An unspoken conversation takes place, and I know nothing will ever be the same again.

I can feel her pussy tightening up. She must be close. Her eyes drift shut in ecstasy as she gasps.

I stop moving abruptly.

What will you do next, my princess?

“Tristan…” she whines. The sound is like music to my ears, fucking sadist that I am.

“Hmm?” I feign innocence, the ghost of a smile forming on my lips.

I want her to cry out, to fucking beg for my cock.

Then, and only then, will I give her the release she so desperately wants.

I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Tell me you want my cock.”

Her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush.

How fucking gorgeous.

“I want it…”

“Want what? Say it, Isobel.”

“Your cock. I want…your cock,” she thrusts her hips upward, and I can feel her pussy walls clench me.

The words are so enticing on her lips, to hear her beg, that all semblance of control leaves me. I fuck her harder and faster.

One hand’s gripping the headboard as the other cups her ass, lifting her higher as I drive toward my release.

As she climaxes, she tightens up around me, and I can’t hold back any longer.

With one last thrust, I fucking explode inside her. My cock pulses as I come hard—harder than I’ve ever came before.

“Isobel!” I call her name as I collapse on top of her, kissing her shoulders and neck before I thrust my tongue in her mouth.

This isn’t over yet, though. My cock is still rock hard and raring to go, a true testament to how different she is.

Normally, I’d lose interest at this point. I’d shove myself off and walk away without a second thought.

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