Page 74 of Captive Bride

Isobel

His lips dive deeply into my pussy, and I echo out a resounding cry of pleasurable pain.

He’s fingering me too, grazing his long fingers over my G-spot, back and forth, to the point that I think I might die.

The orgasm is coming and rising like a tidal wave, and I can’t resist his tongue and teeth and his hot mouth on me.

“Oh, Tristan, please stop. I swear I’m coming so hard for you.”

He doesn’t stop. My words mean nothing to him. He’ll do as he wills; he always does.

And right now, he wants to taste me.

My Montague prince, this man I was raised to be so afraid of, has become my new obsession. He’s all-consuming, and he makes me feel as though I could fly. And indeed I do.

With a circular motion of his tongue around my clit, I’m flying high over the edge of all reality and into unknown bliss.

The thing about it is I know I will safely fall into his arms.

No matter how deep he forces me to go, I can always come back up for air with him as my ultimate guide. He’d rather die than see me fall eternally.

I raise my hips up to meet his mouth as I come hard. And he tastes me, licking away so much of my essence.

A dark expression crosses his face and then he’s pulling up, spreading my legs wide so that he can fuck me.

I’m not yet ready. I haven’t yet come down from the earth-shattering climax that’s still coursing through my body.

“Tristan, no, I’m still not ready. It’s too soon.”

A wicked kind of grin spreads across his face. “Oh, but you are ready, Isobel.”

He thrusts into me deeply, and I cry out, and soon my orgasm is heightening, threatening to peak to unknown realms.

He pumps into me slowly and with ease, knowing that for every second he draws out the pleasure, my climax is reaching new heights.

“Fuck, Tristan. Oh my god. It’s so fucking good. I’m gonna die,” I say as I erupt again and again around him.

“You’re not gonna die, my princess. You’re just with me now, and brace yourself because it’s always gonna be this way,” he says as he pumps in and out, faster and faster.

I’m gone, beyond this realm and the next.

I am his forever.

He thrusts into me hard, and he pulls me up so that our lips meet in the most intimate of kisses.

He drags his teeth along my bottom lip while ensuring that his cock is finding new reaches within.

“Isobel, look at me.”

I do as he says. I gaze into his eyes even though every part of me is saying to look away. He’s too deep, too intense, too everything.

He looks at me, peering into the depths of my soul, into the recesses of everything I’ve been hiding from the world.

He sees me. All of me.

He wants me. All of me.

I am free in the knowledge that there’s nothing he doesn’t see. There’s no part of me he doesn’t want.

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