Warning, mature content

Part 27

4 years later

Dafne's eyes were closed and her head was thrown back as she moaned and whimpered. Tristan's head was between her legs, he had placed her knees over his shoulders. She knew that being able to feel the quivering of her thighs only added his own pleasure. He loved it when she was completely exposed to him.

"You're so wet, my love," he hummed while his tongue continued torturing her. "Are you wet for me?"

"Yes," she moaned.

He liked dirty talk, as surprising as that was. It had felt a little strange at first, but she had started to like it as well.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, please give me more."

She could feel him smiling before he closed his lips around her nub. Her hips bucked up and she cried out as the wave of pleasure washed down over her. He marveled at her; her sweaty skin, the spasms on her thighs, how the erratic breathing made her breasts bounce. He had often said that he loved to watch her reaching her peak. He loved the sound of her moans. Not that she minded. He was more than a skilled lover; she enjoyed the sex with him very much. Once the aftershocks quieted down, she opened her eyes and saw him looking at her.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured.

She smiled as he lied down beside her. It wasn't difficult to see how aroused he was. Both of them were on their sides, resting their heads on the same pillow, mere inches away from each other. Her eyes were locked on his as she reached out for him, touching his hardness, her grip firm, just like she knew he liked it. She began to pump him, her fist moving more up than down. Having his mouth between her legs, feeling her trembling on his tongue, had aroused him so that she only had to stroke him a few times before he spilled on her hand with a soft sigh.

"Forgive me, my love," he panted. "Give me a moment."

"Of course," she replied and rolled on her back. She felt peaceful as she stared at the ceiling in the dim candlelight. Tristan closed the distance between them and kissed her.

"You know you are driving me crazy," he murmured. "The way you make me feel… I've never felt anything like it before."

She smiled.

"You're not too bad yourself."

He shook his head.

"No, that's not what I meant. Don't get me wrong, I do love making love to you, but that's not all. I love you, Dafne. With all my heart."

She was quiet for a while before replying.

"Tristan…"

"You don't have to say it back," he cut in. "I just wanted to tell you how I feel."

"I do care about you," she said quietly. "Very much. You've been good to me and you have kept your word."

That was true. Maybe their relationship hadn't had the best start, but Tristan had kept his promise. He had made Dafne a very powerful woman. For the first time in her life, she had real power. No one could force her to do anything she didn't want to do. Not even Tristan. He adored her and listened to her thoughts and opinions. He didn't belittle her or call her feelings ridiculous. She was his equal and she felt respected.

"I'm not pressuring you, but do you think that maybe you could one day love me?" he asked after a long silence.

"Yes," she replied. "I believe so."

He smiled and touched her cheek.

"I'll wait as long as I have to. You are worth it."

She couldn't help but to wonder why. Emotionally she was a mess and there were times when didn't let anyone close to her. She called those her dark times. During those times she felt that she was sinking into darkness. Suffocating. The burden of immortality. Elijah hadn't even noticed it, Lucien had laughed at it, but Tristan accepted it. He listened if she wanted to talk and gave her privacy if she didn't.

That was one of things she liked about him the most. He had his faults, just like everyone else, but he was also a good husband and a loving brother. Aurora hadn't been willing to share her brother at first, but things were better now. Dafne had no intention to come between Tristan and his sister and thankfully Aurora had realized that.

"Well," Tristan hummed after a moment of silence. "I believe I'm ready to continue."

"So you are," Dafne replied as she glanced at his hard member.

She placed one of her hands on his shoulder, pushing him on the bed, laying him flat on his back, as she crawled on top of him, straddling him. Tonight she wanted to be in charge and he didn't seem to mind. She bent down over him, capturing his mouth before she grabbed his shoulders for support and rubbed herself on his hardness, hips dragging forward and back, and forward again.

She moved just like she did when riding a horse and she loved every moment. Her mouth was still over his, but she stopped kissing him as she rode him faster and faster, just breathing against his lips. She knew that having her on top of him, commanding the pace, really turned him on. Right now he wasn't the powerful leader of the most deadly vampire society in the world, no; his sole purpose was getting her wet and helping her find release. The thought made him groan with arousal.

"Dafne…"

"My lady," she corrected.

"My lady… My sweet lady…"

He freed himself from her lips and reached for her breasts, sucking a nipple inside his mouth. She let out a moan and fastened her pace. The tip of his tongue circled her nipple before he let go and moved to her other breast. When he didn't have his mouth on them, he was pinching or squeezing them softly, his member hard between her legs as she rode him. She came twice before she finally allowed him to have his release. As they both lied there on their backs, their hands found each other and they entwined their fingers. It didn't feel bad at all.