I chuckle, pulling out, her walls massaging me into damn euphoria as I push myself back inside her.
“Take every inch, baby. It will always go all the way inside of you.” I switch between short and hard thrusts and slow and long ones, keeping a constant rhythm.
“So full, so deep,” she whines, eyes glazed over, appearing drugged.
My fingers curl around her neck, and I bite her jaw. “I know, baby. You’re doing so well taking my cock in your tight pussy,” I coo. “Who’s my good girl?”
“I am,” she moans, her nails digging into my ass as if to keep me deep inside her, meeting me thrust for thrust. Even though my cock is too much, she wants it anyway, making the beast inside of me roar in sheer satisfaction and pure pride.
In an undulating move, I straighten up and grip her ankles to spread her open for an unobstructed view of her pussy sucking me whole. I ram into her; the headboard hitting the wall with the force of my thrusts.
“Why is it not enough? I am pounding this pussy raw, fucking myself into your soul, and I still want more. I need more.”
Softness threads through her face twisted with pleasure. “I’m here, baby. Yours.”
Bending over, I kiss her with everything in me, pouring my essence into her as I play with her nipples, not neglecting the cherry peaks.
“Give me another one,” I say, my rhythm changing to a soft, slow rock of my hips.
My desire is visceral. My need to connect with her in every way is ruling me.
She moans into my mouth, eyes unfocused and glassy, but so trusting that it hits me straight in the chest.
Desperation melts into softness, the beast retreating, sated for now, allowing the man to take center stage and worship his woman.
“This feels a lot like lovemaking to me,” she murmurs.
“I love you,” I say, coming undone—unraveled by the woman in my bed.
Never knew being physically connected amplifies when you’re also emotionally bonded.
She cups my cheek, and I lean into her touch, not getting enough even though I couldn’t be deeper inside her.
“I love you. Never doubt it, Tristan.”
“I’ll love you until my last breath and beyond. I am yours. In this life. The next one. And all that will come afterward.”
A radiant smile stretches across her face. “Such a poet.”
I arch a brow, rejoicing in the serenity. “Fucking your pussy could make me wax poetic all day long.”
We move in a sensual rhythm, eyes locked, emotions overflowing between us. Since the beginning, there has been a binding intimacy that has veered into undeniable familiarity, sprinkled with playfulness.
She comes again and, incapable of holding on, I let myself fall, drowning in the wonder of her—following her in sheer bliss as I fill her.
13
VIVIANA
The moon’s pale light bathes the bedroom in a dim glow, secluding us in blissful intimacy—the only witness to our forbidden encounters.
Tristan has spun a web of passion around my body, trapping my soul. I am his in a way I didn’t even think was possible. My feelings for him transcend the physical.
I’ve always wanted to belong. Now, I belong to him.
I wish, and not for the first time, to be someone else, so I could be completely his. This wondrous man with a dark side captivates me.
Ironic that I would fall in love with someone who is just as fascinating as he is mysterious, someone I can read so well, yet every new thing I discover swallows me deeper into his sinful world.
