Chapter 4 Tristan
TRISTAN
Viviana grips me so well it takes everything in me not to come. Not moving demands immense willpower.
She feels so damn good; I don’t want to resurface but drown in the heaven of her. Being inside her disintegrates my reason, leaving me wanting nothing more than to savor her. Keep her until I am cured of this madness—this raw need and sheer lust possessing me.
For someone who controls every aspect of his life, I can’t control my desire which burns more intensely with every second I spend with her, inside her fiery core is my undoing.
This will be the closest I come to experiencing paradise.
For a sinner like me, that’s too good a chance to miss, knowing that eternal damnation awaits me once I die.
Kissing her teary face, I am overcome by the urge to soothe her, make her feel as good as I do.
“I’m in, baby. You did so well, taking all of me.”
She lets out a shaky breath. This woman is like no other—a beautiful angel, a breath of fresh air in my polluted world.
“I won’t move. Not until you give me the go. Fuck if I want to leave your tight, perfect pussy,” I groan.
She needs to adjust to my size first, even if not following the urge to move kills me.
I kiss her for long minutes, getting lost in her sweet mouth, her intoxicating scent.
The moment her nails sink into my back, I take it as a sign to pull out, only my head nestling inside her before I push back in, feeling her walls suck me in, massaging me straight into euphoria.
That wakes me up from the trance she cast on me, realizing I’m fucking a woman bare. But damn, the sensation is indescribable. Another proof of the undeniable power she has over me.
“I forgot about the condom,” I rasp, half in apology, half in pleasure.
If she tells me to put on a condom, I will. Look at me being selfless. I am the worst man she could have chosen, yet I wish to be good for her. She proves to be quite the exception.
“I’m on the pill,” she moans, more pleasure seeping through the discomfort.
Taking someone like me for the first time can’t be easy. I am in awe of her.
A sound of satisfaction vibrates in my chest that she doesn’t want any barrier between us either.
Everything is different with her. Better. Heightened. Transcending the physical and going straight into intimacy. This experience with her alters something deep inside me.
Another moan of pleasure escapes her lips, and I increase my speed, lost in a sea of pleasure with no compass to get me to shore. Just drifting, mindless, boneless.
I fuck her like I found my home, and it’s my duty to fill her. Drive inside her to shape her pussy to my cock.
I was her first, and the beast roars with the need to claim, own, possess, so I’ll remain the only one.
“It feels so good,” she murmurs, biting her lip as I rock into her, my palms touching every inch of skin I can, not getting enough of her.
From the inside out, she’s a high I chase, an addiction I can’t overcome.
The headboard thumps against the wall just like my heart inside my chest.
Time disappears, the world outside slips away, and reality is long forgotten as we chase bliss.
She constricts around me, almost triggering my release. I shut my eyes for a moment, fighting the pleasure. It’s a losing game, one I stand no chance of winning.
It takes every bit of strength to keep from erupting. I focus on this fascinating woman under me, giving me more pleasure than I believed possible. Making her come becomes my sole priority. My entire focus switches to pleasuring her. Again, and again, and fucking again till the end of time.
Her mouth falls open in a sensual O, her eyes glaze over as her face contorts into a painting of surrender.
She floods me with her release while I try to prolong the inevitable.
“You come so beautifully for me,” I praise as I thrust one more time inside her, following her straight into rapture.
I shoot inside her, coating her pussy with my seed.
Lowering my face, my forehead meets hers as we catch our breath, connected on more than a physical level.
I had no idea what hunger was until her—a visceral ache hollowing out my gut, making me insatiable. I had no idea what bliss was until her—the first streak of light after a storm.
Peacefulness washes over me, cleansing everything in its path, rebirthing me as a new man.
Rivulets of cum leak out of her the moment I pull out, and she hisses.
“You did so well. I’m so proud of you,” I say, kissing her, not getting enough of her.
Some red blotches our release, painting a carnal picture that only inflates my possessiveness.
Her lids grow heavy, as if she doesn’t believe this has happened. I know with every sinful fiber of my being that I won’t forget this moment. It’s embedded at the forefront of my mind, stitched into my fabric.
I brush my nose against her cheek, peppering her jaw with kisses. “Are you still with me?”
“Barely,” she murmurs.
Fucking hell, she’s too sweet, too good for me. Too late for that. Any second guesses vanished once she offered herself to me on a silver platter.
Sadly for her, I made up my mind. This won’t be a quick fuck, a meaningless one-night stand. She’s mine. I’ll consider the implications later.
For now, I give in to the contentment settling over me, easing the constant weight of responsibility from my shoulders.
I can’t keep my mouth off her, so I indulge in another taste, forsaking breathing just to keep kissing her.
She locks her arms around my neck, and I gather her in my arms, carrying her to my en suite bathroom.
“I’d never leave this place,” she says, taking in the ample space. The glass shower can fit four people, the impressive tub, and the double sink. All marble.
That will be arranged.
Gently placing her on her feet, I open the cabinet, pull out bath gel, and squirt some in the tub. As the water fills, foam bubbles pop on the surface.
When I turn, she gestures at my half-mast cock, blinking. “I can’t believe I took that monster. Maybe I should check to see if there’s any permanent damage.”
Throwing my head back, I burst out laughing, feeling elated. She’s funny even when she’s not trying to be.
“Where have you been?” All my life. I ask, overcome with emotion.
“I’m here now,” she whispers as if she understands the depth of my question.
I don’t know who moves first, but our bodies clash together into a fireball of passion.
This kiss is frantic, just like my hunger for her—teeth and tongues colliding—need and passion embracing.
Breathless, she stumbles back, but I catch her, helping her into the tub. Her body melts into the water, helping to soothe her sore body.
Viviana leans back against my chest, and I languidly brush along the valley of her breasts, tracing her flawless skin, savoring having her with me, in my space—relaxing for the first time ever.
She tilts her head, a shy smile teasing the corners of her mouth. The gesture hits me straight in the chest with blaring conviction. Mine. This woman is mine.
“What is it, baby?” I ask, kissing the top of her head.
“Just checking to see if you’re real.”
I wrap an arm over her belly, letting my weight answer for me.
“You are,” she giggles.
“Don’t think it’s a good thing,” I chuckle.
Her delicate brows furrow, sadness lacing her words. “Why would you say that?”
I won’t have that, so I quickly change the topic.
“Tell me more about you,” I say, giving in to the need to know everything about her.
Her entire face radiates. “I want to be a preschool teacher.”
Like I needed more proof of how different she is from me. While I plan on getting as much power as humanly possible by any means necessary. Cheating, maiming, and killing whoever stands in my way, she wants to be surrounded by the most innocent.
“Noble.”
She shrugs. “You’d think that, but it’s more for me. A reminder that we are all born good, innocent. Monsters are made. There’s nothing purer than children, and I want to hold on to that.”
Her reply makes me think she knows everything that is dark and wicked in the world. Before I can dig deeper into the subject, she turns to face me. “What about you?”
I play with a strand of her hair that escaped her ponytail. “I’m the opposite, Viviana.”
She tilts her face, a pensive look crossing it. “So, you’re a bad man?”
I arch a brow, eyes boring into hers. “Would that change anything?”
“It’s too late for that.” She worries her lip. “Even though it should not.” Doodling on my chest, she adds, “We’re all worse than we think we are, and better than we believe we are.”
And an optimist.
“How old are you?” she blurts out.
“Twenty-nine. And you?”
“Twenty-one.”
“Fuck, you’re young.” I almost feel bad that I am all she’ll ever know, but just almost.
An amused smile spreads across her lips. “I guess I am into older guys.”
My jaw drops. The brat.
“I’ll show you old,” I grumble, my hands shooting to her armpits to tickle her. Water sloshes over the tub, splashing over the tiles just like my reason.
“I take it back,” she says breathlessly through a fit of giggles. “I don’t know about stamina though. So close to thirty…”
“Ah, baby, and I wanted to be nice for your first time, but you keep provoking me.”
She looks me dead in the eye, betraying no hint of being apologetic. “Hmm, who would have thought that I am such a bad girl.”
I curl my hand around the back of her throat, dragging her an inch away from my mouth. “Bad girls get punished,” I say, slamming my mouth on hers.
Switching her onto her knees, her fingers claw at the edge of the tub.
My palm connects with her ass, the wet slap echoing around us and leaving a rosy imprint.
That image ignites in me such a visceral reaction, a possessiveness like nothing I’ve experienced before, aching to mark her from the inside out.
I’d like nothing more than to tattoo my name on her, so everyone knows she’s taken. Mine.
She could be a spy. An assassin. The woman sent to end me, and I couldn’t care less, too desperate to hold on to this serenity that has eluded me.