4. Willow
Chapter 4
Willow
T ristan stands before me, his hair wild and windswept. His expression is beyond intense as he looks at me with unbridled desire.
My eyes trace the sharp angles of his jaw and the curve of his lips. The way he bites his lower lip sends arousing warmth through me. And when his muscles tense under his shirt, I want to reach out and caress them.
It’s been four years since the last time he claimed me, and I’ve been lusting after the moment ever since.
He leans into my ear, his breath warm against my neck. “Come inside.”
Ragged breaths escape my mouth. “Yes.”
Tristan steps back, clasping my hand and leading me into the neighbor’s cabin. The door clicks shut behind us.
Then his lips are on mine, hungry and demanding, while his hands tangle in my hair.
My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer while our bodies press together. The chiseled contours of his chest and abs are a magnet, drawing me in with every touch.
His lips and hands explore every inch of me, setting my skin on fire and making me crave more. He growls and walks me backward until I hit the wall. “I’ve missed you so damn much.”
Then his mouth trails along my jawline and his hands run down my back before his possessive hands grip my hips.
I lean and arch against the hard, muscular torso while his name floats from my mouth as a plea. “Tristan.”
Light glistens off his sweat-covered skin, and I indulge in the sight of his defined chest and abs.
I’ve ached for his touch for years. Now here he is, devouring me with a passion that steals my breath away.
His thigh slides between my legs and I rock against him, chasing the exquisite friction.
My mouth grazes his skin, tasting the saltiness of his sweat as I kiss my way down his neck.
“Look at me,” he commands, cupping my face in his hands.
My breath halts as I watch his fiery amber eyes.
His ardent gaze sears into mine. “You’re mine, Willow. You’ve always been mine.”
My insides quiver at his deep voice. After all this time, after everything we’ve endured, the raw desire is still there. I see it in the possessive way he stares at me.
I part my lips to breathe. “And you’re the man I’ve always wanted.”
A smile tugs at his male lips, slow and sinful. “Prove it.”
Arousal shoots through my core as I surge forward, crushing my mouth to his in a kiss that pours four years of pent-up passion into a single minute.
When we finally break apart, breathless, Tristan’s brawny arms lift my tank top over my head, revealing the lacy bra I wore for him.
His pupils darken with desire as he takes in the sight of my exposed skin, his gaze roaming over my curves. He brings me forward to unfasten the bra before palming a whole breast with his hand and clutching my flesh with eager fingers.
When his lips find my nipple, a trail of fervent desire runs through my channel and my head rocks back to enjoy the sensation. In this moment, there is nothing else but me and him, our passion and desire consuming us completely.
His hot breath encircles the breast before his brows crease. “I’ve waited so long for this.”
My fingers roam through his dark hair, holding him to me as I nod. “Me too.”
Our bodies move of their own accord, fitting together in a way that’s as familiar as it is new.
Allowing myself to roam over the hard planes of his body, I trace every curve and dip as desire burns hot in my veins. I consume the sweet and salty skin of his abs before I look up at him. “Please, Tristan. I need you inside me.”
A sinful smile curves Tristan’s lips, igniting a heat low in my belly. Tilting his head, he arches a single brow. “Your wish is my command.”
He scoops me into his arms, and I cling to him, peppering kisses along his jaw as he carries me upstairs to the bedroom. By the time we cross the threshold, we’re both breathless with desire.
Tristan sets me on my feet beside the entrance, his gaze searing into mine. “Are you sure you want this?”
I nod. “Positive.”
A flash of heat blazes in his eyes and then his hands ravage my body, hungry and demanding.
I gasp as he strips away my jeans and lace underwear until I stand bare before him.
His gaze roves over my naked body before he presses me into the wall and pulls back to study me.
A blush rises to my cheeks at the intensity of his stare. No one has ever looked at me the way he does. He makes me feel like I’m a goddess he worships.
Tristan drops to his knees and trails hot, open-mouthed kisses over my belly before he grabs my backside with two firm hands. He inhales the scent of me while pressing me into his mouth.
Spreading my legs, I dive into the sensation, losing myself in the taste and feel of his delicious tongue between my thighs.
He eats greedily, licking the swollen clit and lapping up the juices that run down my inner thighs while I stand there.
Soon after, the sensations become all too much and I lose control, my orgasm causing my knees to buckle and tremble as I brace myself against the wall. Whimpering, my hands glide over the hard muscles of his chest and back, urging him to remove the barrier keeping us apart. “I want you inside me. I need you.”
Tristan stands and yanks his shirt over his head before claiming my lips once more. The feel of his bare skin against my breasts sends sparks moving across my nerve endings. I ache to be closer still, to join with him fully and erase any space left between us.
I’m on fire for him, burning from the inside out with a need only he can quench.
His jaw sets as he presses me back against the wall and pushes open my thighs with his firm hands.
I gasp as arousal spreads through my channel like wildfire.
For a moment, he simply examines me. “You’re so beautiful. And you’re mine.”
He slides a knuckle along my wetness and inserts an expert finger into my dripping hole. Licking his lips, he pierces my eyes. “Still so tight for me. You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you?”
The sensation drives me wild and a fresh new whimper forms in my throat. “Yes. I’ve been waiting for you, Tristan. Please take me.”
Gripping my legs, he immediately lifts me against the wall and pushes his swift cock into my all-too-willing opening.
A delicious feeling rushes through my core as my opening stretches to accommodate him.
The muscles in his arms flex as he holds and presses me further into the long, stiff rod, while his muscular torso ripples with movement.
Our skin glistens with sweat as my body arches into him. We begin a heated rhythm. Moving instinctively, it’s as if our bodies remember all the right moves, even after all the years apart.
The deep red of desire flushes his cheeks as he drives the cock deeper into me.
My lips part and I moan his name as waves of pleasure wash over me. I want all of him inside me. I wrap my legs around his hips to get more of his gargantuan rod.
The scent of our combined sweat fills my nostrils, mingling with the musky fragrance of our passion.
My vision blurs as his hips drive into me, his muscles flexing and straining with each powerful thrust. His face is a mask of concentration and desire, his eyes darkening with need.
Gripping my thighs with firm hands, he pumps me with his thick member while fanning a breath onto my cheek.
With each thrust, my channel aches and craves for more, like a raw need that builds and builds until it’s too much to contain.
When I finally shatter, it’s an explosion of pure pleasure, my voice crying out his name as if it’s the only word I know.
He watches me, and then his face contorts as his eyelids squeeze shut. His lips part in an animalistic growl while his muscles ripple and relax in three deep thrusts as he pumps his seed onto all walls of my core.
After, he lowers me back on the floor and we hold hands as he leads me to the bed.
We collapse onto the silk sheets in a tangle of limbs, hearts pounding in tandem as we catch our breaths.
Tristan rolls onto his back, pulling me into his embrace. His lips brush the top of my head before his sculpted arms tighten around me. “I’ll never let you go again.”
I nestle against him, resting my ear on his chest to hear the steady beat of his heart.
When dawn’s first light filters through the windows, we make love again—slower this time—while savoring every touch and every kiss. By the time we drift off to sleep, tangled up in each other, I know this is where I belong. Home, at long last, in Tristan’s arms.
After sleeping more, I wake up to an empty bed and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting from downstairs. I slip into his button-down shirt and pad barefoot down the stairs, following the scent.
Tristan glances up from the stove as I enter the kitchen. “Morning, sweetheart. I hope you’re hungry.”
My heart flutters. I could get used to this. To us.
I saunter over to him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my cheek against his back. “Famished. But not for food.”
He returns my embrace with a smoldering heat in his gaze. “Is that so?” His hands slide under my shirt to caress my skin before he removes a pan from the burner and turns the gas flame off. “Then I believe breakfast will have to wait.”
Laughing, I let him carry me upstairs again to enjoy a most delicious meal indeed.
Tristan kisses a path down my neck as we tumble onto the bed, the shirt slipping off my shoulders. I arch into him, desire coursing through my veins like liquid fire.
He aggressively pushes my thighs apart, his breath hot against my skin as he inhales the scent of my arousal. He growls and closes his eyelids before lowering his head between my thighs. “I must taste you again.”
He plunges his tongue into me, eagerly lapping up every drop of my sweet nectar. My legs tremble as he devours me, leaving me gasping and desperate for more.
A low, guttural growl escapes from his throat as he circles the plump clit and laps up the juices.
Soon after, uncontainable pleasure pulses through my pelvis, causing my limbs to spasm and my fingers to curl in the sheets. Every nerve in my body is on fire, my skin tingling and becoming sensitive to the slightest touch. I arch and writhe under him as the room blurs.
Everything outside of this moment fades away while my muscles release the years of tension, and my core flushes with new arousal. I want him inside again. Badly.
He breathes against my skin. “Ready for me again?”
Arching my back, I lean into him. “I’m yours.”
With a groan, he claims my lips in a searing kiss and enters me in one smooth thrust. My body shivers as I feel Tristan’s hard length filling and stretching me, sending sparks of pleasure through my nerves.
As he pounds into me, his muscles ripple with each powerful movement, and his skin glistens with sweat. His eyes are dark with desire, his mouth open in a raw, primal expression.
I cry out at the exquisite fullness. Why does this feel so good?
My senses inflame as his cock thrusts in and out of me, creating a delicious friction that tingles through every inch of my body.
His powerful hands grip my hips tightly as he thrusts into me, our skin sliding and rubbing against each other with the forceful movements.
My lips still tingle from his hungry kisses, his taste still lingering on my tongue as I moan and pant with each deep, primal thrust.
He drives the engorged member into me hard and fast, causing the sound of skin slapping to reverberate through the room as it blends with our breathless moans and cries of pleasure.
After, he pumps slowly and deeply into me, prolonging the exquisite torture as we clasp hands. While our fingers lace together, we gaze into each other’s eyes.
The tenderness reflected in Tristan’s amber depths undoes me, and tears of joy and wonder blur my vision.
“You are my queen.” He brushes the tears away with his lips. “I could spend an eternity making love to you.”
His words send me spiraling, and I shatter around him with a whimper of ecstasy. He follows soon after, whispering my name like a benediction as he spills inside me.
We collapse onto the bed, limbs still entwined. I rest my ear over his heart, listening to its steady beat.
Tristan presses a kiss to my hair. “This isn’t just about the art or some obsession. It’s always been about you. It will only ever be you, Willow. You are my heart, my home. My everything.”
I smile, indulging in a happiness I never thought I’d know again. “As you are mine, Tristan. We were meant to be. We just took the long route.”
We lie in comfortable silence, basking in the warmth and intimacy we’ve found again. My fingers trace idle patterns across his chest as my thoughts drift, filled with hope and wonder.
This is only the beginning—the start of our beautiful forever.
His hand strokes my hair. “What are you thinking about?”
“The future. Ours. Lana’s. I want us to be a family again.”
“I want that too. More than anything. I’d like to make this right, Willow. Let’s give Lana the life she deserves, with both her parents together, as it should have been from the start.”
I lean up to kiss him, slowly and deeply. “You’re a good man, Tristan Wolfe. You always have been. We just had some growing up to do, that’s all. But we’re here now. Together, the way it was meant to be.”
He seizes my lips again. The kiss lingers, brimming with promise and new beginnings. “Together.”
When we part, I rest my head again, listening to the melody of his heart. “She’s going to be so happy. Our little girl. Having her family whole again, the way it should have always been.”
“She deserves nothing less.” Tristan’s hand finds mine, our fingers lacing together. “I’m never letting go of either of you again.”
I close my eyes, drifting off to the sound of Tristan’s heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace. Our souls and bodies reunite, the way they were always meant to be.