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Her gasp of pleasure echoed through the room as I filled her completely. “Tristan,” she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into her warmth. Each thrust elicited a soft whimper from her, the sound so intoxicating I almost lost control then and there.
“Hold on to me,” I groaned into her ear, finding leverage in the firm grip she had on me. Her body was shaking under me, each tremor of muscle pushing me closer to the edge. The tension built up in my lower belly until it was almost unbearable.
But I wasn’t ready to let go, not yet. Not until she was shattered and sated once more. I drew back, only to plunge deep within her again, a rhythm that had become our own private dance. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, urging me on.
“Tristan,” she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as her body tensed beneath mine. Sensing her nearing climax, I reached down to tease her clit with my thumb, the dual stimulation pushing her over the edge.
Her climax hit like a tsunami, crashing into us with an intensity that left me breathless. Her inner muscles clenched around me as a wave of pleasure rolled through her body. The sight of her in such ecstasy was my undoing. I fucked her a little harder, a little faster, until the pressure building within me reached its apex.
“Tristan,” she panted, her fingers digging into my back as she rode out her orgasm. I followed suit, the feel of her clenching around me coaxing my release. “Oh, God... Tristan.”
With a final deep thrust, I spilled into her, my body convulsing with pleasure.
After a moment of blissful stillness, with our bodies entwined and hearts racing, we slowly came back to reality. I slid out of her and rolled onto my back, taking her with me so she lay sprawled across my chest. Her breath was hot against my skin, her body still quivering gently from the aftershocks of her orgasm.
The adrenaline from earlier had worn off and a deep exhaustion seemed to seep into our bones. Eyes closed, we lay there, bodies damp and tangled, basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking. Her head nestled into the crook of my neck, her breaths steady and even, lulling me into a sense of tranquility. I tightened my hold around her waist, relishing the softness of her skin against mine.
In this moment, everything felt right. A strange calm lurked in the aftermath of our passion, like the eye of a storm, quiet yet brimming with potential energy.
“Tristan?” she murmured against my chest after a while.
“Hmm?” I replied, tracing lazy patterns on her back with my fingers.
“We need to talk.”
Chapter Six: Adriana
The change in my tone must have alerted him. Tristan stilled beneath me, his fingers paused on my back. “About what?”
Our recent encounter had left my mind in a fog, but a few words managed to penetrate. Attacks. Alliances. Betrayals. My intuition kept pulling me back towards the puzzle we needed to solve.
“I did what you told me. I was looking at the financials before you arrived and you were right,” I said. “Someone is definitely embezzling. I don’t want it to be my sister, but I’ve been turning this over in my head and I don’t know who else it could be.”
He was silent for a moment, his fingers still tracing patterns on my back. I could feel his heart pounding against my cheek, the steady rhythm matching my own. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took, and the warm scent of him filled my nostrils. The silence stretched on, and I couldn’t help but notice how tense he’d become next to me.
“I mean, this isn’t a surprise. I was just hoping you would uncover something more,” he said.
“I can’t. I’ve been turning it over in my head and there’s only one place to go from here.”
“Which is what?” he asked me.
“I need to talk to my father.”
“Your father?” He said, surprise lacing in his voice. His fingers stopped their gentle motions on my back; his body tensed underneath me.
“Yes. He has to know what’s happening,” I replied with a certainty I didn’t feel inside. When it came to my family, especially my father, nothing was as simple as it appeared.
“But what if he is a part of this? What if...” he began, but I cut him off.
“Part of embezzling money from himself?” I asked. “I find that hard to believe.”
“I suppose that’s fair,” he said. The tension bled out of his body, replaced by a weariness that I could feel seeping into his voice. “But we should still proceed with caution.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “But not speaking to him would be a mistake. He needs to know about this.”
A silence drifted between us then, filled only by the whispering hum of the city outside our window. The truth was, I was scared. Bringing this information to my father could ignite a powder keg in the family, one that might burn us all in the process. But it was a risk we had no choice but to take.
I felt Tristan’s arms tighten around me then, drawing me closer against him. I nestled my head into his chest, drawing comfort from his warmth and steady heartbeat.
