Page 76 of Captive Bride

“Good fucking slut. You know you want this cock in all the ways that you can get it. I told you to trust me, Isobel. And now you know why.”

He says the words, and I suddenly understand their meaning as he pumps into my ass so quickly that it hurts—but the pain escalates into pleasure, and I can’t tell the difference anymore.

I don’t know what I want.

But he makes me understand.

He grips my ass and slides his cock so expertly into me.

“You’re so fucking good, Isobel. And now I’m going to come into your tight little hole.”

I barely hear him, because I’m spiraling out of control. I rub my clit, and soon, the climax is hitting me hard from all directions.

I’m coming hard from my clit and from deep inside, and it’s all too much.

But Tristan’s got me covered. He holds me solidly and breathes hard, making sure I feel every fucking inch of him and I do.

I feel him in my soul and my body.

He pumps his load into me and then he pulls out, and I feel his cum spray all over my ass and back.

I fall to the bed in a heap of exhaustion, head spinning.

He falls next to me, and he holds me and kisses my shoulder.

We’re sweaty and tired.

“Don’t ever run from me, Isobel. Trust me, and don’t turn your back on me. I can’t lose you.”

“Yes, Tristan,” I say because I don’t know how else to phrase it.

Internally, I’m worried about him and the oncoming battle. My father knows our location, and that can’t be a good sign.

I’ve never been so close to a Montague before, and it might be dangerous territory, but I’m in love, and there’s no going back.

“I’m yours,” I whisper. “Forever.”

He tightens his hold on my breasts and around my waist and then we fall into a deep sleep.

I dream of marrying Tristan one day and of our happiness being everlasting.

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