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—Belle—
Hearing him talk about me with so much devotion in his heart hurt in ways I never expected. There I was, falling in love with him again. Only feeling the fear I was going to get hurt by him. And even still, I wanted him.
All of him.
Even if it came with a price at my expense.
“You always had me questioning everything I believed in, and it hurt me as much as it healed me,” he openly affirmed. “All I know is I want, need, crave you in a way I’ve never had for anyone else. I can’t imagine a life without you in it. I’m struggling with the reality that maybe you’ll never love me the way you used to, but don’t think for one second I’ll ever stop trying to make you feel that love again. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”
I didn’t know what to say. His beautiful words literally shocked me to my core. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
So, I did what came natural with him, and I let my body speak for me. Nudging my face into his chest, I kissed along his neck.
“Kitten,” he huskily groaned.
His fingers moved at a slow, torturous speed, up to where I really yearned for him to touch me. My dress had ridden up my thighs, exposing the pink lace panties he’d bought me.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I peeked up at him through my lashes, simply moaning,
“The same thing you do to me. “
Chapter Nineteen
—Belle—
“Kitten, what are you doing to me?”
He reached out to stroke the side of my cheek, and my face leaned into his fingers. Shifting his hand to the nook of my neck, he gently pulled me closer to him. His lips instantly found mine, and what started off as a peck turned into something else entirely, taking on a life of its own.
Except, this kiss was much different from our last.
It was softer, like we were both exploring each other’s mouths for the first time. Our tongues twisted as we tasted one another. It felt fucking amazing.
He felt amazing.
But like anything with Tristian, it quickly moved on its own accord. He pulled at the sides of my face, kissing me more aggressively than earlier. His fingers moved down my chest in a slow, agonizing motion. I held my breath as his rough hands cupped my breasts, softly kneading them while devouring my mouth.
His hold was so expressive.
Emotional.
So damn loving.
It was as if he was making love to me, when all he was doing was kissing and fondling my chest. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. Our legs entwined, rubbing together and moving all around the lounger. He kissed my jawline, my neck, and deliberately pecked his way back up to my lips. I no longer had any control over my movements, as he gripped onto my waist and turned us both over. In seconds, I felt the weight of him on top of me, and I swear to God, I could have come from that alone.
What was happening to me?
My breathing escalated when I realized what he was doing, but that didn’t stop me from grinding my body against him.
“Fuck, kitten,” he rumbled in my mouth, pressing his hand against my throat.
I saw it.
Clear as day.
His eyes glazed over like a man possessed as he suddenly gripped my wrists over my head. Although my wall wasn’t completely down, there was something there that was coming back to me.
