I seemed to have taken him off-guard with the kiss, but he quickly recovered and kissed me back.
I was internally rejoicing that he didn't push me away from him and lock me up or something, then I would've noticed that he wasn't making naughty inside jokes about locking me up all along. But just the way how he took control made me realize that I didn't misunderstand him one bit.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me against the door as he continued to move his lips roughly against mine. I couldn't help but run my fingers through his devilishly messy dark hair that I itched to feel from the moment I saw him.
I received a throaty groan from him as he ran one hand up and down my waist while he used the other to pull at my hair, automatically giving him better access. I gasped
This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane. He licked my bottom lip slowly and deadly, causing me to gasp at how tingly it felt, and he wasted no time in claiming my tongue with his. He deepened the kiss, taking me in body, soul and mind through just one simple kiss. It made me eager to see wh
I plopped down on my bed after hours of cleaning my whole house. I'm a stress cleaner, so anytime I needed to think, I just grabbed a broom. However unlike all the other times, this time I haven't gotten far with my thinking. There was no doubt about it that I had feelings for Tristan, but to what extent? Deep down I knew I wanted more of him, and not just in an intimate way. I just couldn't shake the fact that it might be too soon for dating again. After all, my ex-boyfriend was just murdered by his secret fiancé. Maybe it should become something slow. Easy going and secret until everything is over. By then I'd know for sure what I want from this 'relationship'. Deciding I've done enough, I closed my eyes to let the sleep take over. I focuse
He was unsettlingly silent after such a confession, making me feel like I shouldn't have said anything at all. Maybe I waited too long to give him an answer. Maybe he didn't want this anymore and I lost my chance. Who knows? Maybe he found another woman in the time he gave me to 'think'. I mean, I wouldn't be too surprised. He is, after all, gorgeous. "Tristan?" I called softly, not liking his silence. He shook his head once as if clearing his head. He shot me a quick nervous smile before refocusing on the road. "Yea sorry I was just processing" He chuckled lightly. "I'm just surprised you decided so quickly that's all." "Well after almost dying or being the target at least, I've noticed that I shouldn't be focusing on the what ifs and just g
“Here we go,” Tristan mumbled as he pushed through his front door. I was met with a beautifully decorated foyer that really impressed me. A huge chandelier hung above me, and the carpets were clean and beautifully decorated. He led me further into the house, where we appeared in his living room. I wasn’t surprised, having seen the foyer, I knew this wouldn’t be different. It all looked bigger than I assumed from the outside, but it was surprisingly spacious. “Thank you” I told him as he helped me shrug my coat off. I continued to take in every corner of the room. “You have a beautiful home “ I finally told him after recovering from my shock. Hell, it was even nicer than my house. “Thank you.
I gazed out the window as I nibbled on my lower lip, unsure of what to do in that moment.I haven't been to this place since I was a child, and even after Sheldon's death, I didn't even bother to show up. I felt dead inside, even more than the people in the ground here. The raindrops splashed against the window like a rhythmless song to my ears, as it blurred most of my vision towards the deserted cemetery.I gazed down at my black dress, unsure why I chose to wear such a colour today, but I concluded that it was merely my subconscious forcing me to mourn.I didn't
"I don't like it." I groaned, throwing down the fifth dress I've tried on since evening. It was finally my date with Tristan, and my dad bought me eight dresses the day we went shopping. I have no clue why, but he insisted on getting me them. But no matter how beautiful each dress was, I didn't like how any of them looked on me. Maybe it was just my nerves that got the best of me, and I wanted to look good for him. Despite the fact that I have been living with him for a whole week and we meshed well, I couldn't shake the nerves of this first date. At his house we kept things somewhat friendly, but tonight could be the start of something new. "Cianna you look great" Emily chirped holding up a royal blue and black dress. "You looked great in all of them" I sighed, plop
First date? Success.I never thought that one human being could make me feel exhilarated, calm, special and beautiful all in one night. My tummy hurt from all the laughing I did, not to mention the food that filled it too. Conversation with him was light, easy and very interactive.He actually allowed me to speak too, and that meant a lot to me. On dates I've had in the past, men usually talked the whole time about themselves, simply because they wanted to impress me. But in reality, I only am impressed when I see the true nature of someone instead of what they portray falsely in order to get what they want. I did a crash course in psychology, so I could see right through them.
Just putting it out there, this is a very mature chapter, all of it. So if you're not interested in smut, you can skip here. You'll know what happened so don't worry about missing anything⚠️Enjoy!***He pushed me against the door as my legs circled around his waist. He hoisted me higher, using one hand to hold my head while the other rested on my thigh, momentarily digging his fingers in as he kissed me like there was no tomorrow.I ravished myself in the feeling of having him so ne