He watched for a few more moments before his attention drifted back up. This time to look at my breasts. He licked his lips. The only warning I received before he descended and latched on to a nipple again.
He was rough, his teeth scraping even harder. But there was something about the sting of pain that brought unimaginable pleasure.
Fingers tangled in his sheets, back arched off the bed, more moans spilled from my lips. My orgasm was close. So freaking close. “Tristan, I—”
He reached between us, found my clit, and pinched it between his fingers.
My entire world exploded. Digging my nails into his back, I cried out his name. That was all it took for him. With my name on his lips, he roared his release and collapsed onto me.
“Holy fucking shit,” he breathed into the crook of my neck.
I sighed. “Wow.”
After pressing a quick kiss to my skin, he rolled us onto our sides and slowly pulled out. His fingers trailed up my waist, across my sensitive breast, over my shoulder and up along my neck.
Gripping my chin, he gently pulled my mouth to his. The kiss was different this time. Slow and tender and filled with so much emotion I feared my heart might break out from the confines of my chest.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “I’m never letting you go.”
Chapter thirty-one
Tristan
Light streamed into the room, pulling me from sleep. My eyes hadn’t even opened yet and already my lips stretched into a grin. Last night had been…something else.
Incredible. Mind-blowing. Possibly even life-altering.
Sex had always been about the physical release. Not with Kate. It was a whole damn experience. I’d felt things I’d never felt before. We’d connected on a level so much deeper than two bodies simply coming together.
Our hearts collided; our souls fused.
And I was fucking hooked.
Grin stretching wider, I reached for her, but the bed was cold and empty. “What the hell?”
My eyes popped open. Her clothes weren’t on the floor. Had she left in the middle of the night?
A cold rush of panic flooded my veins. I was off the mattress, tugging on my briefs and sweats not even a breath later. My first stop was the bathroom. Empty. Heart hammering painfully against my ribs, I ventured out.
The room Millie had slept in was empty too—the bed made and that damn pancake plushie nowhere to be seen.
My feet moved faster, the thundering inside my chest reaching new heights. They couldn’t be gone. Not after last night.
It had meant something, hadn’t it?
“Fuck,” I muttered.
Turning my brisk walk into a jog, I rounded the corner to enter the kitchen and skidded to an abrupt halt. An array of ingredients and bowls littered the island. But that wasn’t what stopped me in my tracks. It was my girls whisper-singing and dancing with the biggest, most beautiful smiles on their faces.
The panic from earlier dissipated.
In its place something so big I was terrified to even think it. But it was there all the same, burrowed deep, anchored in place.
“This looks fun.”
Kate jerked. Millie yelped. Their gazes shot to me. Millie was the first one to break the silence.
“Tristan.”
