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“Who does this belong to?” he murmured in a low growl. He eased one hand up the hem of my nightshirt, fingers tracing the soft skin of my pussy. “Tell me who it belongs to…”
His words were a whisper against my skin, igniting a flame within me that burned brighter with every passing second. I tightened my grip on his hair, tilting his head back to look into those captivating blue eyes.
“You,” I breathed out, giving in to the sensation. “It’s all yours…”
His smirk was devilish as he kissed me again, tongue plunging into my mouth in a daring invasion that left me breathless. With a swift movement, he had pushed off my nightshirt and was running his hands over every inch of bare skin he could find. The anticipation built like electricity between us, sparking with each brush of skin on skin.
“You’re just too bloody tempting,” he groaned, his accent thickening as he pressed me further into the bed. His fingers slid over the rise of my belly, reminding us both of the lives we had created.
He pulled away slightly to stroke the swell of my bump. His fingers were tender as they traced shapes on my skin, his gaze soft with a love that melted my insides. It was these moments of vulnerability that made me fall for him over and over again.
The weight of his stare was intoxicating; it bore into me as if trying to reach the very essence of who I was. His eyes were pools of molten blue, so deep that I felt I could drown in them. And God help me, I was more than willing to take the plunge.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, his voice a growl. “Claim you again.”
His words were a promise, a warning, one that had my breath hitching in anticipation. The playful glow in his eyes was replaced by an intensity that sent shivers down my spine, despite the warmth of his touch.
Tristan didn’t waste time with foreplay; he knew me too well for that. He was attuned to my body’s reactions, knowing when I needed him to go slow and when I craved his urgent, unyielding claim.
With a swift movement, he hovered over me, positioning himself between my trembling legs. His hands roamed over my body as if it were his own personal map, each touch igniting another part of me.
I gasped as he entered me, filling me completely. Despite how many times we’d been together, this feeling never got old. It was raw and passionate and all-consuming - the perfect embodiment of Tristan.
His pace was relentless, each thrust pushing me closer and closer to the brink. He wasn’t gentle this time, he didn’t let me get used to how big he was.
His movements were swift and beautiful, his muscular arms flexing as he moved above me. His skin glistened with sweat, making him glow like some sort of celestial being.
His eyes were locked onto mine, the deep blue of them almost ethereal in the dim light. His gaze was intense, making my heart flutter every time I met it. Every stroke, every touch, was a silent declaration of love, one that sent shivers down my spine.
I gasped as he went deeper, hitting places that had me seeing stars. My body reacted on instinct, arching up to meet his every thrust. There was an urgency to our movements that was wonderfully intoxicating. He didn’t even reach down to tease my clit when he normally did, only adding to my desperate need for release. My fingers dug into his back as I let out a low moan, the sound swallowed by his hungry lips on mine.
“Tristan,” I panted, my voice barely above a whisper as I clung onto him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin.
“Mine,” he grunted out, his pace picking up. His movements were rough, but it was the kind of rough I craved—no, needed—from him. The bed rocked beneath us, the frenzied rhythm matching the erratic beats of my heart.
The familiar coil in my belly was tightening, signaling the nearing edge. He seemed to sense it too, as his movements became more demanding. Every passionate thrust brought me closer and closer until I teetered on the precipice.
I clutched at him desperately, nails digging into his sweat-slicked back as I felt myself begin to unravel. “Are you going to come for me, love?”
“Yes,” I hissed out as Tristan continued to drive into me relentlessly. “Yes...Tristan...”
Then he was spilling inside me, the hot surge pushing me over the edge as I cried out in ecstasy. His name became a mantra on my lips, the three syllables all I could manage amid the overwhelming wave of pleasure.
Still panting heavily, Tristan collapsed onto me, his broad shoulders rising and falling dramatically with each drawn-out breath. His arms were wrapped tightly around me and he breathed hot into my ear.
“Ade?”
“Yeah?”
“Things are going to get worse before they get better,” he said. “Whatever happens, promise me you’ll stay safe.”
Chapter Twelve: Adriana
Water dripped from my skin, the remnants of our heated moment still lingering as I stepped out of the steamy shower. Wrapped in a towel, I found Tristan sitting on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched, hands clasped between his knees. He looked up at me with those piercing blue eyes, the weight of the world seemingly resting on them.
“Adriana,” he began, his voice tinged with concern, “you’ve been quiet. Thought you were psyched to go to church.”
I laughed. “Psyched is a bit much.”
