Chapter 30 Tristan #2
She shakes in my arms, taking her first unsteady steps into anal. My poor, fucked baby.
“You can.” I brush my knuckles along her cheek. “You will. I’m not pulling out. I fucking can’t, baby, you feel too good. I need you too much, so be my good girl and take me.”
She strangles my cock so well, my muscles coil with the need to move, rippling with the force of a volcano ready to erupt. But I would sooner kill myself than harm her.
I kiss her as I play with her clit and then move to her nipples, sucking on them. While I seduce her senses, she relaxes, getting used to the intrusion.
I graze my lips over one nub, and twisting the other, I draw out the longest moan. Pulling myself halfway out, I slam myself back inside.
A sheen of sweat breaks out on our skin, framing our bodies in a painting of raw carnality and primal claiming.
Her mouth parts in a spectacular O, and she breathes out, “How do I feel?”
“Exquisite. Fucking phenomenal. Fuck, baby. You’re fucked.”
She giggles. “I’ve been fucked since the moment I met you.”
Satisfaction heats my insides while ecstasy pumps through my bloodstream—a drug impossible to withstand. I would rather overdose than face withdrawal.
I struggle not to come, wishing I could take her until the end of time, and drag it out as much as I can.
“I’m close,” she moans, the pleasure erasing every trace of discomfort.
This woman amazes me.
A tremor vibrates through her, and I pound into her, my balls slapping against her ass as hard and fast as the lust driving me. With each thrust, I pound on oblivion’s door, ramming into her like she’s my entry to heaven.
Watching this goddess spread open for me, taking every inch of my cock, undoes me.
The beast growls. Mine. Beats his chest like a war drum in warning for anyone else daring to take her from me. I’ll rip his jugular out with my bare hands and fuck her in my enemy’s blood.
She’s a writhing, drugged mess, crying out my name, lost in pleasure while I am lost in her as our bodies undulate against each other, melding into a pot boiling with ecstasy.
It doesn’t take long for me to lose the battle with a relief that roars to be freed. I am not human but a savage let loose, mating like it’s a life-or-death matter. Just like from the beginning. Being with her, getting her any way possible, is beyond my power. Uncontrollable. Fate.
The pleasure overpowers me, my balls heavy with my orgasm. I either let go or go insane. Incapable of postponing my release a second longer, I rub her clit and suck on her nipples to trigger a faster relief so we can both fall and I can catch her.
“Come, baby. Fucking now,” I command, teeth digging into my bottom lip to suppress the inevitable.
She cries out my name, and we come at the same time, embracing an unbound rapture.
Spurting every bit of cum into her asshole, my knees go weak, and I fall to my side, taking her with me. What a fucking titillating encounter, one that will go down as peak sexual fantasy.
Drained but satiated, I catch my breath and stare at her, trying to comprehend this intense experience. How is it possible that it only gets better with her?
I kiss her forehead, feeling a new sense of peace and contentment.
What power? What empire? Nothing comes even close to feeling her from the inside out. She looks at me with so much love and trust, it makes me feel invincible—worthy of her.
“I don’t think I can move. Wouldn’t be the first time.” She laughs—the sound, a divine music not even the best artists in the world could replicate.
Rolling out of bed, I put my arms under her back and knees and lift her up.
Carrying her inside the bathroom, I gently place her down as I bend over the tub to turn on the faucet.
As the water fills, she squirts in some scented bath oil.
I help her in, moving behind her, a serene atmosphere surrounding us. I didn’t even think it could be possible to experience pure relaxation, opening the floodgates to everything I keep inside.
“I’m terrified of being just like him. So, I need you to put a bullet through my head if I ever hurt our child. I don’t want to hurt a piece of you.”
Scooting up, she turns to me, and I straighten myself in response, our eyes locking.
Raw adoration reflects at me. “That right there tells me you’re going to love our kid even more than you do me.”
Feeling my brows crease, I open my mouth to protest when she cuts me off. “And that’s okay, cuore mio. Our child will be the physical embodiment of our love, half of you and half of me running around. You’re nothing like him. And I am not your mother.”
“I’d still kill your lover,” I say, not apologetic at all.
In response, she rolls her eyes at me.
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, saying matter-of-factly. “But again, you wouldn’t have one to begin with.”
She arches a playful brow. “See, you can be rational.”
“When it comes to you, not so much.”
She smiles, but something heavy passes her eyes. Inhaling a deep breath, she doodles things on my chest. “I am terrified too. I don’t want our kid to hide, pretend to fit our expectations.”
“That will never happen, mo run. You’re going to be a terrific mother.”
She tilts her head, looking deep in thought. “Pretty confident in the skills of the woman who has pretended all her life.”
Palming her hand on my chest, I intertwine our fingers, giving them a little squeeze. “But you stopped.”
Her brows furrow as if not understanding my point.
“Why?” I ask, kissing her shoulder.
Her eyes widen as if a light bulb reveals the clear picture. “Because you gave me the safe space and love to be who I am.”
“Do you think it would be different with her?”
“You want a girl?” she asks, surprise coloring her voice.
“I would be better at being a girl’s dad.” I shrug, cocking my head. “I think.”
“Really? I’ll come back to this when she brings her first boyfriend home.”
I groan, already picturing skinning that prick.
“If we have a girl, she won’t have to remain pure.” She waves a hand through the air, her posture slouching. “I’m so done with this bullshit.”
“If she’s like her mother, she’ll find a way.” I chuckle, and she pinches me.
I grip her chin, knowing how sensitive this topic is for her. “Our daughter will do whatever the fuck she wishes as long as it’s safe.”
“Good. But I would still like a boy.”
“Fine,” I sigh, giving in.
“So, two?” she asks, the hope and glee in her voice unraveling me, making me want to gift her everything and some more.
“If you wish to gift me another one after the first one, sure.”
The smile she sends my way revs up my heart, the beats racing inside my chest.
Her eyes well, and she cups my cheeks, brushing a kiss on my mouth. “But not for now. I want more of you, of us.”
“Don’t you get it, Viviana?” I rasp above her lips. “It’s your show, mo run. I am just the sidekick, following the main lead around.”
She jumps into my arms, locking her arms around my neck. Water splashes on the tiles, just as any reservations about the future do. With her by my side, I am confident I can achieve everything. Just picturing her swelling with my child sends a thrill through me.