When he noticed I was close, he pulled back, the same way I did, i let out a curse that has him chuckling. His lips were glistening, his
eyes wild and tender all at once.
I was breathless… I wanted more. Wanted him to finish what he started but Tristan had other plans.
He stood up and moved me till I laid bare in the middle of the bed, his hands caresses my face then down to my shoulders, his fingers tracing the line of my collarbone with reverent touches that make me shiver over again.
I arch into his touch, my hands exploring the broad expanse of his chest, marveling at the way his muscles flex under my palms.
He’s always been strong, always been protective, but there’s something different about the way he holds me now. Not like I’m fragile and might break, but like I’m precious and he wants to worship every inch of me.
His mouth finds that sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, and when he presses an open–mouthed kiss there, I gasp. The sound seems to unleash something in him, because his hands become more demanding.
“Tell me what you want,” he says against my skin, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me how to love you.”
The question undoes me completely. Because this is what I’ve always wanted, not just the physical desire, but the emotional intimacy.
Whatever he’s doing to me is more than enough, is there any greater love than this?
“Just you,” I whisper, my hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer. “I just want you, Tristan. All of you. Please”
He pulls back to look at me, and the intensity in his gaze takes my breath away. “You have me,” he says simply. “You’ve always had me, Athena. From the very beginning.”
His lips trail down my throat, across my collarbone, pressing worshipful kisses to every inch of skin he can reach. His hand’s replaces my fold, right where his tongue had left me dripping, he strokes me once, then twice.
I moan in his mouth with a muffled tone. I’m drowning in sensation, in the feeling of being loved so completely, so thoroughly.
“I love you,” he whispers against my skin, and the words hit me like a physical blow. “I’ve loved you for so long, Athena. I’m sorry it
took me so long to say it.”
Tears spring to my eyes, but they’re good tears this time. Tears of joy and relief and overwhelming love.
“I love you too, I tell him, my voice breaking with emotion. “I’ve always loved you.”
He captures my mouth again, and this kiss is different from all the others. It’s a claiming, a promise, a declaration of everything we’ve been too afraid to say out loud.
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“Let me love you,” he says, and it’s both a question and a plea. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
I nod, unable to form words past the emotion clogging my throat. This is what I’ve wanted for so long.
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“Show me,” I whisper, pulling him down for another kiss. “Show me again.”
His body covers mine, and he positions himself above me with such tender care, I think that this must be what heaven feels like. This perfect connection, this overwhelming sense of rightness, this feeling of finally, finally seeing Tristan get out of his head.
He moves slowly, carefully, watching my face for any sign of discomfort. But there is none. There’s only love and want and the
incredible feeling of being joined with the man I’ve loved for so long.
“Okay?” he whispers, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Perfect,” I breathe, my hands sliding up his back to hold him close. “You’re perfect.”
And then we’re moving together, finding a rhythm that’s as natural as breathing. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of love builds the connection between us until I don’t know where I end and he begins.
What started as a slow pace, increases into a wild speed. Tristan is pounding into me, as he moans out my name from those lips that
had just licked all parts of my body.
“I love you,” I gasp against his lips as the pleasure builds to almost unbearable heights. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” he responds, his voice rough with emotion and desire. “Always, Athena. Always.”
He’s close, I can feel it, the way his hand tighten on my hair, the way his vein looks like it about to pop out. He’s looking at me with those sexy looks, drawing my release out from wherever it has been hiding.
My hands holding his waist tighten, my eyes balls rolls to the top of my head. And just as I’m about to fall over the edge, just as the pleasure threatens to shatter me completely……
“Athena? Athena, wake up.”
The voice penetrates the perfect haze of my experience, dragging me unwillingly back to consciousness. I fight against it, trying to stay in that golden place where Tristan loves me the way I’ve always dreamed he would.
But the voice is insistent, accompanied by a gentle hand on my shoulder, shaking me softly.
“Athena, you’re dreaming. Wake up, sweetheart.”
My eyes flutter open, and I’m immediately disoriented. The golden afternoon light is gone, replaced by the soft morning glow filtering through my childhood bedroom curtains.
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The perfect moment with its whispered confessions and intimate touches has vanished, leaving me back in reality with its pink walls
and complicated truths.
And Tristan is there, just as he was in my dream, but everything is different. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand on my shoulder, his dark eyes filled with concern instead of desire.
His hair is mussed from sleep, and there are pillow creases on his cheek. He’s fully clothed. We’re both fully clothed.
It was all a dream.
“You were having a dream,” he says softly, his voice careful and measured. Nothing like the rough, desire–filled tone from my fantasy. “You were… making sounds. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
Heat floods my cheeks as I realize what he must have heard. The soft gasps and whispered pleas, maybe even his name on my lips. The evidence of just how vivid and intense my dream had been.
I sit up quickly, pulling the blanket up to my chin as if it can hide my mortification. “I’m fine,” I say, but my voice comes out husky and breathless, still affected by the lingering sensations from my dream.
Tristan’s eyes search my face, and I wonder what he sees there. Can he tell what I was dreaming about? Can he see the want that’s probably still written all over my features?
“Are you sure?” he asks, and there’s something in his voice I can’t quite identify. “You seemed… distressed.”
Distressed. That’s one way to put it, I suppose. Though ‘desperately aroused‘ would be more accurate.
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I knew something wasn’t right.. how do you go telling him the horrible things that happened to you to sex.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
