Page 92 of Captive Bride

Tristan

The feeling of being inside her is ecstasy personified.

Her tightness is a sieve, sucking me in with unbelievable force.

She craves me as much as I do her.

The bed creaks beneath us as I thrust my twelve-inch cock into her pussy over and over again. Her walls clench around me, spasms rocking her core as I drive her to orgasm after orgasm.

It’s not even about my release at this point; it’s about dominating her. It’s about letting her know she’s mine and only mine.

It’s about this uncontrollable feeling that wells up from the depths of my black heart every time I’m near her.

Only she could drive me this fucking mad, but I won’t let her see that. I can’t let her see what a fucking slave I am to her very existence.

Without her, there is no me. I’d simply cease to exist.

The sex is full of hunger, greed, and lust. Each time I drive into her, I’m doing it like it’s the last time that I ever will.

It very well may be, so I might as well enjoy it to the fucking max.

The duel is coming up, and I know it’s a weight on both of our minds.

But right here, right now? The only thing I can think of is this blonde goddess lying beneath me, writhing in passion as I fuck her.

Isobel’s looking up at me with such fire and zest in her eyes. It’s so fucking sexy, and it’s making my cock harder, if that’s even possible.

My hand still binds her wrists above her head, pushing them deeper into the pillow as I lean down. I capture her lips with mine in biting kisses before plunging my tongue into her mouth to meet hers.

My other hand has found her tit, groping and pinching, matching the intensity of my movements.

“Trist—” she moans against my lips, but I cut her off.

“No talking” My voice is raspy, thick with need. “Christ, you’re fucking amazing.”

I’m driving ever closer to my release, the desire to cover her in my cum overtaking me.

“Isobel…” I groan against her neck, leaning down to suck hard at her nape.

I stop moving and slowly pull out. She immediately protests.

“Why are you—”

“Get on top,” I lie back on the bed, grabbing her arms and pulling her over so she’s straddling my hips.

I rub my cock back and forth against her wetness before thrusting it in hard and deep.

“Ah!” she cries out, gasping as I slam against her.

Then she smiles, and I’m about to fucking come undone.

This time, there’s no hesitation on her part. She knows what she’s doing, she feels as though she’s in control.

How very fucking wrong she is. It’s an illusion, one that I let last just a second before I grab her hips and fill her up.

She tries to rock, but I hold her firmly in place.

“Uh-uh.” I look up at her with a roguish smile.

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