Page 29 of Absinthe Dreams
My core clenches at his threat, and Iknowhe knows how much I like it.
His dark chuckle tells me clearly that he knows.
"That's right, princess," he groans, slipping one hand between us. "I want you carrying my kid. That's how certain I am in my choice. That's how much you're mine."
"No," I manage to gasp. "That's how much you're mine, Trystan."
"You doubt it?" His gaze flicks to mine, his lust-dilated eyes holding mine captive before he places his lips against my ear. "I've always been yours, Coco. No one else even exists to me."
I think part of me knew that already, but hearing him confirm it? Yeah, that does something to me. Suddenly, he isn't the only feral one in this bed. I am, too.
I manage to rip my hands out of his hold. Manage to flip us so I'm on top of him now. This time, he doesn't fuck me. I ride him, holding his gaze as I bounce on his lap.
"Fuck yeah," he grunts, his fingertips digging into my hips as his head kicks back. Sweat beads along his abs, a single rivulet dripping down the center. "Fuck me just like that, princess. Take what's yours."
I do. I lift up and slam myself back down again and again. My nails rake his chest and abs, leaving behind marks. Every single time, he just growls for me to mark him again.
"Don't take those fucking claws out of my skin, Chloe," he orders. "Not until you're coming all over me."
It doesn't take long for his filthy mouth and the intense pleasure to get me there. He's so damn deep, I can't breathe. I'm hovering on the edge, sobbing his name every time I land against his lap.
"You look so pretty when you're full of me," he rasps. "Christ, I'm never going to get enough of you like this, Coco. You're every dream I've ever had."
"M-me too," I whimper, slamming down on him again.
He pinches my clit, sending me shooting over the edge. I fall with his name bursting from my lips in a desperate crack of sound. He growls when he hears it, bucking into me wildly as he falls too.
We shake and moan our way through it, with him holding me down on him and my nails in his skin. It's just as intense as the first time, just as perfect.
I collapse against his chest, wrung out and trembling. His arms close around me, keeping me captive against his heart.
"This right here is where you belong, Coco," he whispers. "I've just been waiting for you to figure it out." His lips brush my forehead. "Would have waited a lifetime if that's what it took."
I don't have to ask to know he means it. Ihearthe truth resonating in his voice. Trystan Goodson was always willing to color outside the lines for me. He just needed my permission first.
"We've missed so much," I whisper.
"Hey." He crooks a finger beneath my chin, tipping my head back until our eyes meet. "Don't fill yourself with regret when we're finally where we should be. Maybe it took us a while to get here, but we were always traveling this way together. Sometimes, it just takes a little longer to reach the destination."
"You should stay hereand rest your ankle."
I roll my eyes, already slipping into a pair of shoes. "My ankle is fine, Trystan. It doesn't even hurt now."
The rest of me is deliciously sore. Not even the hot bath he demanded I take eased all of my muscle aches, but I'm not complaining. It's like a little reminder of what we spent half of the day doing.
Thanos is not a happy camper, though. Poor guy probably feels like we neglected him today. He demolished our breakfast at some point while we were in bed together. It gave him the worst egg farts.
I don't really blame him, though. I would have eaten all of it out of spite, too, if I were him. Trystan made us sandwiches, gave Thanos a bone, and then fucked me on the counter.
We spent the rest of the day in each other's arms. Wyatt is going to kill us both when he finds out that we've fucked all over his house.
"Besides," I murmur to Trystan, who is clipping the leash onto Thanos, "if I let you walk him alone, Tom will bully you again."
"Tom is going to bully me whether you're there or not," he snorts.
"He likes me."
"The dog doesn't like anyone, Chloe. He's Satan. He's probably just trying to lull you into a false sense of complacency before he bites your hand off."
