He looks so vulnerable, so much like a lost child, that part of me wants to wrap my arms around him and tell him everything will be okay. The moment is so surreal that I forget this is Tristan I'm talking to. Instead of our usual easy banter, this feels heavy, and real. I can't bring myself to look away.
I'm still locked in place when he takes a step toward me. His gaze feels like it’s devouring my soul, the tension so thick I can barely breathe. And even though I've vowed multiple times over the past few days to never let him near me again, I can already tell my defensive walls are about to come tumbling down.
"Remy…" His voice cracks on my name.
And with it, cracks my resolve.
Suddenly all the games, all the power moves, everything that makes our relationship as vicious as it is, disappears. Suddenly, I couldn't care less about whether or not he has power over me, whether or not he'll consider this me surrendering to him. I've been lying to myself about how much I want him near me anyway, and right now it's obvious that I'm not the only one. He's clearly just as desperate as I am. Just as powerless.
And in this moment, the game of who's in control disappears, and we're left with only each other and the unbearable heat between us.
His lips crash down to mine. I kiss him back just as hard, giving myself up to him completely and sliding my arms around his neck as I open my mouth to him. The kiss charges an already overcharged tension between us, and we begin grabbing desperately at each other.
Tonight, neither of us has the power. Tonight, we both win.
15
Remy
Without a word, Tristan reaches under my thighs and lifts me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, our kiss never breaking. He turns and walks us to his bedroom.
As soon as we're in his room, he closes the door and presses me against it. I tighten my arms around his neck and angle my head, begging for him to deepen the kiss.
He does. With one hand now fisted in my hair at the nape of my neck, he slides his tongue across mine and kisses me with an intensity that I feel in every nerve of my body. A small whimper escapes my lips.
His mouth leaves mine and starts trailing kisses down my neck, under my ear, across my collarbone. He reaches down to quickly pull my tank top over my head. He kisses the curve of my breasts, biting lightly, before taking a nipple in his mouth. I moan, my eyes closing as my head drops back to rest against the door. I bask in the delicious way that he sucks and nibbles first one, then the other. With every tug of his teeth, I can feel the ache between my legs grow.
Just as I'm about to beg him to end his torture, he lifts his head and crushes his lips against mine once more. I weave my fingers through his hair, holding his lips tight against mine. I feel him pull us away from the door.
He turns to lay me on the bed. The second his body is flush and heavy on mine, the tension seems to spike.
He groans as he grabs my waist and grinds his hips into mine. I feel his dick, hard and thick, press against my center, forcing another whimper from my lips. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head, desperate to feel his skin against mine.
His weight settles back on top of me, and he kisses me again, flexing as he holds himself above me. I wrap my arms around his waist and run my fingers over his back, his hips, his sides, entranced by the smooth skin and ripples of muscle. I wriggle my hips underneath him, silently begging for more contact.
He growls and starts kissing down my body. He sucks my nipples hard enough to make me groan, then continues further down, leaving wet kisses across my stomach and causing a hard shiver to run through my body at his sensual touch. Without a word, he pulls my sweatpants and panties off.
He spreads my legs wide. He kisses the inside of my knee before slowly trailing kisses closer to my core—never looking up at me, his eyes too focused on the invitation in front of him.
I gasp and arch off the bed at the first swipe of his tongue.
He drops his forearm across my stomach to push me back down. His other hand wraps around my thigh as he anchors me in place, making me a slave to the pleasure that he's swirling around his tongue. He sucks on my clit before flicking it quickly, alternating the motions as my legs start to tremble.
I can feel the orgasm building under his mouth. I tangle my hands in his hair again, wanting to keep his head exactly where it is right now. It vaguely registers in my mind that I'm beginning to grind myself along his tongue, desperately trying to take my pleasure. I start to pant as I feel the sensations building.
When he sucks hard on my clit, my release explodes inside me. I gasp as the aftershocks roll through me, one right after the other.
His tongue slows as my body drops heavily to the bed. "Perfect," I hear him mutter with a kiss. I shudder, both from his touch to my oversensitive clit, and from the rush of pleasure at the tender gesture.
I tug his hair gently to bring him back up my body. He kisses me once before standing to peel the rest of his clothes off. I allow myself a moment to admire his naked body, mesmerized by the hard-earned muscles that look like they were chiseled from stone—that are just as effective as they are beautiful. My gaze travels over his chest and shoulder, at the black ink that reaches down to his elbow. I’ve always wanted to ask about the story that his tattoos tell.
I file that idea away for a future time because all conscious thought flies from my brain as he settles his weight on top of me. I moan happily at the feel of his heavy frame pushing me into the mattress. I cup his face and slide my tongue in his mouth, wanting to taste myself on him. He groans when I lightly suck on his tongue.
I can feel the tip of his dick pushing against my entrance. I want him to slide inside, to tamp down the desperate ache that needs to be filled. I wrap my arms and legs around him and silently beg him to enter me.
"Fuck, Remy, you make me so goddamn crazy for you," he mutters. I can’t even find the energy to be surprised at that because right now I feel exactly the same way. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t start fucking me soon. But he must sense my desperation because in the next breath he pushes inside. I gasp as he fills me completely.
He groans and buries his face in my neck. Then he starts to move.