“Ok, you’re scaring me now,” I choke, wanting to get up and out of his arms.
His eyes slowly close, and he takes several deep breaths to calm himself.“I’m sorry,” he softly says. He opens his eyes and I can see my Tristan is back, his eyes the colour of milk chocolate.
“It’s ok,” I answer,kissing him lightly on the lips, but he doesn’t reciprocate.I pull back, frowning deeply at him, at his behaviour. Feeling angry, I scramble out of his arms and up onto my feet.“So this is it! This is how it’s going to be? I let you in, opened my heart to you, and this is your reaction? I knew I shouldn’t have come back, I knew I shouldn’t have told you!” I screech as I pace up and down, my hands clenched into fists.
Tristan stands in one fluid movement and moves towards me.“Coral,” he reaches his hand out to me.
“Stay away from me,” I choke, turning my back on him.
He doesn’t want me.So this is what rejection feels like? My legs tremble and I hit the floor, choking back angry tears. I feel his arms wrap around me again, my back to his front. I try to struggle free, but it’s useless.
“Stop Coral…stop! I’m sorry baby, I just...that was the last thing I expected to hear,” he says, trying to sooth me. “Please baby, calm down...please.” Tristan squeezes me tighter.“Coral, listen to me. Nothing’s changed, nothing’s changed at all. Please believe me, I still want you, I still want to be with you. I just didn’t know how to handle...” Tristan breaks off again.
I finally turn my head and our eyes meet. I can see his anguish, his pain for me. I turn my body around and launch myself against his chest.
His arms wrap around me, making me feel safe and secure.“I'm so sorry baby,” he whispers into my ear.
I close my eyes and surrender to the feeling. I’ve never allowed myself to be vulnerable with anyone besides George, so I relish the feeling and let a few stray tears fall. For some reason, I know it’s ok and Tristan isn’t going to turn me away. If anything, he’ll be more protective of me. I'm starting to realise I kind of like that.
“I still want you to tell me,” he croaks, rocking me gently.
“I think it’s best’ – “Coral’ – “No don't Coral me,” I argue leaning back to look at him.“It happened on a Sunday night, he said he was from London, but I doubt that anything he told me was true’ – “Do you remember his name?” He sternly interrupts.
I close my eyes for a second.“I didn’t tell you so you could drill it out of me you know,” I say gritting my teeth.
Tristan sighs heavily. “But we might be able to catch him’ –“He did give a name,” I interrupt.“But when I looked him up, there was noone by that name living in any area of London.”
Tristan exhales slowly, gritting his teeth in annoyance.
“Believe me, I checked just in-case I did find him. Besides,you know how the system works, even if we catch him it’s my word against his, and it happened two years ago Tristan, there’s no evidence…” I drift off.
Tristan winces knowing exactly what I mean.“If we find him, it doesn’t have to go through the system. I’ll make his life hell, he’ll wish he’d never been born. If I find the fucker, I’ll have him tortured, they can knee-cap him first then slowly pull his fucking fingernails off, one by one!” he rants.
“Stop,” I shout. “Please no more,” I say weakly. I don't want to think or talk about him anymore. I stare back at his big chocolate eyes, I can see he’s still angry about it. His jaw tenses several times, then he looks down at the floor, takes in a deep breath, and slowly exhales it.
“Better?” I ask.
“No, not really,” he says looking down at me. “But no more,” he adds repeating my words.
I close my eyes in relief. I feel Tristan pull me to him, crushing me against his body again.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Oh baby,” he coos, rocking me again, then he takes my hand and leads me over to the beanbags. We sit watching the fire again, quietly sipping more brandy. Tristan hasn’t said anything more about it, which I'm thankful for. I don't want to re-live it, I don't want to remember – I just want to get better….
I WAKE UP STARTLED. It’s pitch black outside, so the only light is from the fire that’s still on, keeping us warm. Tristan’s music is still playing. Rumer is singing Slow. I turn and see Tristan is softly sleeping.Wow, he looks so cute and sexy at the same time!
I watch him sleeping as I listen to the words of the song.I wonder if this is how I make Tristan feel, because it’s how he makes me feel, word for word. Suddenly one of his eyes flutter open and he gazes up at me. I smile, feeling shy that he caught me watching him; he silently reaches up and strokes my cheek.
“You ok?” He croaks.
“Yes, we fell asleep,” I whisper.
“Yeah, I guess we did.” He smiles, then yawns.
“Come on, let’s go to bed.” I stand and hold my hands out to him, he smiles enigmatically at me, places his hands in mine, and I pull him to his feet.
“Why don’t you go up,” he says. “I’ll switch everything off.”
“I’ll stay,” I whisper, not wanting to be apart from him.I don’t like big houses with dark rooms, they scare me.
He cocks his head to the side. “You don’t want to go up?”
“No, not without you,” I whisper.
“Why?” He asks, his eyebrows pulled together.
I stare down at the floor. “I don’t like dark, empty places, reminds me of being a kid.” I shudder slightly and wrap my arms around myself.
Tristan frowns and nods once. “I can understand that,” he softly says.
I smile up at him, feeling shy again. His eyes darken and that magnetic pull fills my stomach again. Slowly,he reaches out, takes my face in his hands and softly kisses me, making my stomach flutter madly, then he lets go, bends down, and switches of the fire and the music.
Taking my hand, we pad into the kitchen.“Want some water?” He asks.
“Please.” He fills two glasses and hands one to me.“Oh! My bags,” I squeak, remembering them.
“I’ll get them,” he says passing me his water.I watch Tristan walk across the hallway, pick up my overnight bag, my handbag, and walk back over to me.
“I have to say, it doesn’t suit you,” I giggle.
“What?” He questions.
“The handbag,” I say cocking an eyebrow up.
He looks down at the bag on his shoulder.“Yes, I have to agree, here.” He pulls the bag off his shoulder and hands it to me.I throw it over my shoulder and giggle up at him.
“Yes, definitely suits you more,” he says leaning down to kiss me. I can't help giggling again. “I love that sound,” he adds.
“What?” I laugh.
“You, giggling, it’s very sweet,”he says, tucking my hair behind my ear, then he leans down and kisses my forehead. “Shall we?” he says, gesturing for me to go first.
“Yes.” I smile up at him and we silently head up the stairs.
As we reach the master suite, Tristan flicks the light on. I eye the big bed with renewed appreciation. Placing my glass on the floor, I collapse onto the bed and smile. Mmm, it’s so comfortable.Tristan reaches into his overnight bag and pulls out two glass looking objects, flicks them in his hands, and they start to glow, like candles.
“What are those?”I question.
“Electronic candles.” He smiles wryly at me.
“You and technology,” I chuckle.
“Well…there safer than candles, and they last a long time.” He says as he switches off the main light.
The room suddenly takes on a warm, romantic atmosphere. Tristan smiles at me then heads off into the bathroom. I lie on my back staring up at the ceiling, watching the strange shadows flickering from the candles.
The bathroom door opens and Tristan comes walking over to me, stripping his vest as he does, and throws it on the floor.Wow, he really is an Adonis. He has the perfect v shape and no chest hair, his body is just so…p
erfect. He must work out a lot.
My heart starts to beat erratically, just as butterflies swarm in my stomach and in that moment, I know – I’m going to bed him and I don’t feel nervous about it –I want him so badly and I want him now – I’ve decided.
Sliding off the bed, I make my way to the bathroom. I quickly brush my hair, and strip my sweats off. Then I pad back into the bedroom. Tristan is lying on his back, watching me walk towards him.
“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” he tells me in that sexy husky voice of his.
I reach the bed and without a word, I straddle him; he looks so confused.
“Coral, what are you’ - “I want you,” I tell him. “So badly,” I add leaning down to kiss him hard, forcing his lips apart, lapping my tongue against his.
I run my hands across his chest, down his abdomen and into his sweats, my eyebrows raise in surprise.“Commando.” I smile.
“Yeah,” he croaks.
“I like that,” I tell him, kissing him again.
“Coral…” Tristan takes hold of both my wrists, and sits up so we are nose to nose.“Don’t do this because’ – “Stop!” I say. “And let go.”Tristan instantly releases my wrists. I can see he is very, very hesitant about this, so I decide to give him a challenge.Taking a deep breath,I rest my hands on his broad shoulders.
“Tristan,” I whisper closing my eyes for a moment. “I love you,” I say opening them up to see his reaction.
He looks shocked, in awe, and kind of school boy bashful that he would hear this from me.
“I haven’t with anyone since…and that was two years ago. I’d really like to replace all those negative emotions, with positive ones, and I want you to be the one to do it. I know you can, I love you, I trust you, I feel so safe and protected with you, and I’m so god damn crazy about you. I have been from the very beginning…”I shake my head at myself, surprised at what I am saying.
“If I had a pound for every time I’ve pictured you naked, I swear I’d be a very rich woman by now.”Tristan lips quirk up at the corners, as he stares back at me in wonder.
“Please,” I beg. “I want this, and I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my entire life.” I can see I’m getting through to him, but he’s still hesitant.
“Coral’ -“Please…” I beg again and start kissing him. Tristan’s tongue laps slowly and smoothly against mine, I pull back and stare down at him.“Don’t hold back,” I tell him. “Be like you would be if I hadn’t told you.”Grabbing hold of my vest top, I pull it up and yank it over my head.
Tristan stares down at my full breasts, my nipples standing to attention just aching for his touch. I take his hand and place it over my right breast then lean down and kiss him again, he doesn’t resist.
I close my eyes and before I know it I am lost, lost in the moment and the feeling of his hands making smooth, soft movements across my breasts, my shoulders, down my back, his lips kissing me all over. It’s exquisite and heady and warming and sexy, I instantly moisten down below. I hear his moans of pleasure as he lifts me and squeezes my backside, moving us so that I’m lying down and he is on top of me.
I moan out loud to the sensation of his lips kissing every part of me, his warm breathe against my skin, especially my breasts, his lips and tongue gently tease my nipples, they harden and elongate with his touch, his hands slide down my body and smoothly remove my lacy shorts, then he spreads my legs apart – Holy crap, I’ve never had oral before!
“You are so beautiful baby, such soft skin,” he murmurs.
I’m panting and quivering for him, I want him so badly. Then his hot breath is on me, between my legs, his tongue gently lapping against my clitoris.
“Tristan,” I moan and buck my body, my head craned back. I can feel I’m building…so quickly. How, how is that possible, is this how it’s supposed to be?
”Oh god…” I groan, just as I’m about to climax he stops and blows gently on me and that’s all it takes – The most mind blowing orgasm rips through me, I completely lose who I am, and it doesn’t stop, it just keeps going on and on.
My eyes roll into the back of my head….I shake and shudder as I slowly come back down to earth.Whoa! What was that?
I’ve never felt like that before, that was…..amazing!Oh Tristan, the power you yield over me…Then it hits me, I just had non-penetrative sex, and I didn’t freak out.
Unwelcome tears start to flow against my cheeks. I think it’s relief, letting go…oh Tristan…
I bring my hands up and hide my face, I feel so stupid for crying.
“Baby!” Tristan gasps, I am up and into his arms in a heartbeat.
“Sorry,” I sniff, cradling my head under his chin.
“Don’t be,” he whispers.
I look up into his deep eyes. “Don’t stop,” I choke. “I want you inside me, I want to feel you,” I sniff.
Tristan kisses me from the corner of my eye, down my cheek until he reaches my mouth, my tears quickly subside as my lips part for his tongue, his taste, he moans as he kisses me more ardently.
I can feel his erection between my legs, straining against his sweats, teasing me. I slowly rub up and down against him,he moans with pleasure, then pulls back from kissing me, panting hard.
We stare at each other for a moment, some unspoken truth passing between us. Then he stands, reaches into his bag, throws a condom on the bed and swiftly removes his sweats.
My chin almost hits the floor; seeing him in all his naked glory is something to behold – Damn he’s sexy!
Kneeling onto the bed, he rips the packet open and carefully places the condom on his mighty fine manhood.“Are you sure about this?” he questions.
I nod silently to him, feeling nervous again.
He pulls me onto his lap. “Say it,” he orders.
“Yes, I want this, I want you,” I say, but my voice is shaking, giving me away.
He closes his eyes and tenses his jaw. I reach up and caress his cheek.
“Please…” I whisper. “Before I get too nervous…” I add.
His eyes flash open. “Hold on to me,” he says.
I wrap my arms around his muscular shoulders, we stare at each other, our lips inches apart. I feel the tip of his erection at the opening of my sex. I gasp and try to grind against him.
He instantly stills me. “Slowly baby,” he softly scolds.
I nod once keeping my eyes locked on his. Then, slowly, very slowly, he eases himself into me, scrutinizing my face as he does. He keeps going until his full length is buried deep inside me, filling me completely.I was right he does fit me like a glove.
He feels amazing.This feels amazing. I’m on cloud nine…
“Ok?” He questions.
“Yes,” I pant.
“More?”He asks.
“Yes…please,” I whimper, urging him to move.He starts up a steady, slow rhythm. I reach down and kiss him, teasing his tongue with mine. My hips start to sway to their own beat, moving in time against him, causing more friction…oh shit!
I can feel it building within me…again…so quickly.Tristan slowly picks up the pace. The feeling is beyond anything I could have imagined. Is this what it’s supposed to feel like?
I throw my head back in ecstasy, and keep up the relentless rhythm.Oh baby, you can do this to me all night long…
“Oh baby…” Tristan moans, I look down and watch him moving in and out of me, it’s so sexy, so hot. His cheeks start to flush, our eyes catch again and I can tell he’s close.I feel myself tighten, then tighten some more.
“Oh god…” I grip his shoulders with my hands. There are no more words. I’m just sensation and feeling. I feel like every cell in my body is about to explode, and I climax loudly, screaming out his name.
“Sorry,” I pant, feeling guilty, still moving.
“Don’t be,” he grunts as he moves slightly, and picks up the pace.“Oh Coral…” He moans, moving in and out of me. “You feel so good baby.” I feel myself building again,
and cry out as we both climax together and fall down onto the bed. Oh my god!
CHAPTER THREE
WE LIE FACE TO FACE, BOTH PANTING, coming down from ourlovemaking.Tristan pulls me closer to him, studying my face, and gently running his knuckle across my cheek.
“Are you ok?” he asks in a deep, worried voice.
I grin from ear to ear.
Tristan chuckles slightly and kisses me.“Are you sure?” he asks, losing the grin.
“Tristan you should know me by now. Do you think I would hold back if I wasn’t ok?” I say stroking his cheek, my eyes pleading with his. He looks mollified, but I can't be totally sure.“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I ask.
“Loads,” he blurts.
I frown back at him.
He gently kisses the tip of my nose, slides off the bed and walks into the bathroom, when he returns his condom has disappeared but his erection hasn’t.
I grin up at him.
“Can’t,” he says, answering my unspoken question. “No more condoms,” he adds pulling the quilt back and slipping inside.“Come on,” he says tapping my backside lightly. “Get under the covers, you’ll get cold.”
I have to agree, I will, so I get inside.
Tristan lies on his back and hold his arm out waiting for me, as I place my head on his shoulder, he puts his arm around me and starts stroking my back and across my shoulders. I place my hand on his chest and softly stroke his smooth, marbled, perfectly defined pectorals.
Then I panic. What if that was as good for him as it was for me? – Oh god, I hope he says yes!
I look up at him, and instantly lose my train of thought. Tristan is staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought.
“I’m fine,” I tell him firmly.
He looks down at me and stares back for a couple of seconds, I can see he still looks a little nervous, apprehensive, then he stares up at the ceiling again.
“More than fine actually, I’ve never had it so good...” I stop and think about it, nope not even after climaxing with Justin, I never felt this good. “I didn’t know it could feel this good,” I add, pleading for him to understand.
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