22. Chapter Twenty-Two Tristan
Iwatched the storm outside, rain pelting the windows of the stilted house like bullets from a Tommy gun, but inside, Adriana’s heated gasps filled the room, louder than thunder. There was no denying it, not when she writhed beneath me, her body singing a language of desire that only I could understand. She belonged to me, and I wanted her to know it – feel it in her bones.
“Tristan, please,” she moaned, a plea veiled with impatience.
I smirked, my fingers tracing the soft, wet folds between her thighs, teasing her. The air was thick with the musky scent of our tight pussy, wrapping around us like the humidity outside. “You think you’re ready?” I asked, even as my hand delivered a sharp slap to her pussy, a reminder of who held the reins.
“God, yes!” It wasn’t just her words; her entire body was a tight coil of need, begging for release.
“Patience, Adriana.” I scolded gently, yet couldn’t help but admire her; how gorgeous she was, the sounds she was making from the back of her throat, the length of her neck as she tilted her head back with abandon. I played with her clit a little more, savoring the way she squirmed, then finally, I decided. Two fingers slipped inside her, and I set to work properly, intent on mapping every inch of her that sang of pleasure.
“Tristan...” Her voice was laced with frustration and lust, a heady combination that spurred me on.
“Shh, just feel,” I whispered, curling my fingers inside her, seeking out the spot that would send her over the edge. She gasped, her hips bucking against my hand, and I knew I had found it. I worked her slowly, deliberately, taking her to the brink of orgasm and then easing back, watching as her legs began to shake.
“Look at you,” I murmured, my voice rough with my own rising desire. “So beautiful like this.”
She opened her eyes, locking onto mine, and something in that gaze, fierce and vulnerable all at once, struck a chord within me. Here she was, carrying our babies, her body a testament to life and to us. It was sacred, this moment, far removed from the violence and scheming of our families. “Your pregnant body...you were hot before, I mean, it was ridiculous. But your body right now…it’s perfect, Adriana. You are so damn hot,” I confessed, meaning every word.
“Tristan, I can’t—“
“Can’t what? Tell me,” I coaxed, rubbing her clit with a gentle persistence that contrasted the storm raging outside.
“Can’t hold back much longer.” Her breath hitched, her voice a whisper thin as mist.
“Then don’t.” I eased my touch, pushing her again, closer, closer...until, with a shuddering cry, she came apart under my fingers. Her orgasm hit her hard, a tempest to rival the one outside, and I watched in awe as wave after wave crashed over her.
“Tristan,” she panted, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that seared right through me. “I need...”
“Tell me,” I urged, even though I already knew. My own need was a roaring fire inside me, threatening to consume us both.
“More,” she breathed out.
“Always more with you, Adriana.” And there was nothing else to say because we both knew it was true.
“More,” she gasped again. The single command coursed through my veins like fire.
“Lie down,” I told her. “On your side.”
I shifted, aligning myself with her, and slowly, I entered her from behind. She was so wet, so ready. She barely whimpered when I started to fuck her. Her body welcomed me, warm and wet, clenching around me in a way that nearly undid me then and there.
“Tristan,” she moaned, a sound so full of want it was almost a plea.
I leaned over her back, my chest against her skin, feeling the shiver that ran through her. My hand found her breast, fingers teasing her nipple to a hardened peak, while my other hand returned to the sweet spot between her thighs, circling, pressing, promising more.
“Is this what you want, Adriana?” My voice was rough with my own desire as I started a slow rhythm inside her, each stroke deliberate, savoring the feel of her around me. She nodded, her hair brushing against my face, the scent of her filling my senses.
“God, yes,” she whispered. And I knew I would give her anything, everything, even as our worlds threatened to collide outside of this moment.
“Then I’ll give you a lesson you won’t forget,” I murmured against her neck before raking my teeth gently along her skin. She trembled beneath me, her hands gripping the sheets, her body moving with mine.
“Tristan, please,” she begged, and the raw need in her voice was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard.
“Patience, love,” I said, though it took every shred of control not to succumb to the urgency hammering through my blood. “We have all the time in the world.”
We didn’t, of course. This was insane. A vague part of my brain was screaming at me to get her the fuck out instead of, I don’t know, fucking her.
But the fact that she was away and how much I had missed her, how much I had yearned for her…
I couldn’t do it.
And with the rain beating down on the roof above us, time seemed to stand still. There was only her and me, and the connection that bound us tighter than any family ties ever could.
I felt her push her ass back toward me, inviting me deeper, and the beast inside roared with approval. I complied, my hips snapping forward a little harder, each thrust now punctuated with purpose. My hand found her throat, not to hurt, but to possess, fingertips pressing just enough to claim her breath as mine. With the other, I grasped a fistful of her short, dark hair, tugging gently to tilt her head back, exposing the elegant line of her neck.
“Tristan,” she whimpered beneath me, the sound laced with desire and surrender. Her vulnerability was intoxicating, and for some reason, this moment, with her trust laid bare and her body yielding to mine, it was the hottest Adriana had ever been to me.
“Tristan,” she whimpered again, her lithe frame writhing beneath me, seeking more. The sound of my name leaving her lips in such a desperate plea was nothing short of thrilling.
“Shhh...Ade,” I soothed, pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck, tasting the sweet sweat on her skin. “I won’t rush this.”
Her hands found mine, her fingers lacing through mine against the sheets as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Her trust was implicit; in this moment, and in all moments to follow. And god help me if I didn’t protect it with my life.
Suddenly, the rest of the world ceased to exist for me–the ruthless mafia wars outside our doors, the violent storms raging overhead–all of it faded away into insignificance as I lost myself in Adriana. Moving within her, over her, around her, I was consumed by her. Her gasps and moans became my symphony, the rhythm of our bodies merging until there was no distinction between where I ended and she began.
“Tristan,” she gasped again. The sharp intake of breath, the quivering muscles beneath my hand – it was all too much. My control slipped, my movements becoming harsher, more desperate. I could feel her climax building again, could sense the tautness in her body as she wound tighter and tighter.
My free hand roamed down to where we were joined, fingers tracing the wet slickness that had spilled from her. She was so close now. A few more strokes...just a little more...
And then she shattered beneath me, a guttural cry tearing from her throat as waves of pleasure swept through her. It was a sheer force that hit me like a gunshot through my chest, and I was powerless to resist its pull. The sight of her, the sound of her name on my lips – it was all too much. I lost myself in her, my climax washing over me in a wave of heat and pleasure that left me gasping for breath.
I collapsed against her, both of us panting, our bodies slick with sweat and spent desire. The world outside came rushing back in - the distant rumble of thunder, the pattering rain on the roof. But nothing mattered but her shaky breath as she tried to steady her heartbeat.
Panting, she turned her head to look at me, those keen eyes clouded with lust. “I should go get cleaned up,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“Absolutely not,” I growled, the idea of separating from her unbearable. “You’re staying right here, warming me.”
Her brow furrowed, always the one to question, to challenge. “Won’t we get cold?” she asked, ever practical even now.
“Adriana,” I said, firm and unyielding, “I’m certain I want you here, against me, until I decide otherwise.” I pulled the blanket around us, cocooning our entwined bodies, holding her tight against the chill that had nothing on the heat we generated between us.
“But you’re still inside of me,” she said, sounding more surprised than annoyed.
“Good. That’s exactly where I should be,” I said.
She laughed under her breath. “Okay,” she said.
And in the silence that followed, with her body soft and pliant in my arms, I knew there was nowhere else I’d rather be. Trapped in the eye of the storm, with the woman who defied the world just to be with me.
At some point, we must have fallen asleep. When we woke up, the storm had quieted to a gentle patter against the house. My eyes fluttered open, meeting hers in the warm light of the bedroom. We were still connected, my cock nestled inside her, an intimate reminder of the night before.
She shifted slightly, and a low moan escaped her lips, echoing in the quiet room. The sound sent a jolt through me, desire instantly flaring back to life. Tristan Callahan didn’t do vulnerability often, but with her, every rule I’d ever set for myself seemed to shatter.
“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice husky with sleep and something more primal.
“Hi,” I said.
“How long did we sleep for?”
“I have no idea,” I said, then grabbed her waist. “You’re so fucking hot.”
“Again?” Her eyes sparkled with a mix of challenge and amusement.
“Can’t think of a better way to wake up,” I admitted, and without waiting for another word, I moved within her. This time it was faster, a rhythm driven by raw need – the kind that blurs the edges of the world until there’s nothing left but the two of you, crashing together like waves against cliffs.
Adriana matched me move for move, our breaths mingling, becoming ragged as we chased the crescendo. And when it came, it hit like a thunderclap, racking our bodies in unison, the kind of explosion that leaves you gasping, shuddering, shattered in the best possible way.
As I rolled off her, panting hard, her chest heaving beside me, the silence that followed was deafening compared to the storm from last night.
She turned to face me, her dark hair a wild tangle around a face flushed with the aftermath of our passion.
“Tristan,” Adriana’s voice was steady, despite the chaos of our lovemaking, “what are we going to do? How do we get out of this?”
Ah, yes. The reason we were here in the first place.
I met her gaze squarely, the weight of her question anchoring me to reality. The Callahans didn’t get trapped. But here I was, no plan, no clear path forward, just raw truth between us.
“Honestly, Ade,” I said as I stood up, my legs shaky. “I have no fucking idea.”