Page 121 of Tristano

What I’m really afraid of is that she will remember killing him. She admitted to me on the way home that she doesn’t remember doing it. She blacked out.

I think her mind is protecting her from the trauma, but one day it will come back to her. I hope for her sake it’s in therapy where someone with professional skills can help her. All I can do is hold her and try to reassure her.

I can’t even kill the boogeyman in that scenario. It’s her own mind that will be the enemy.

“I can’t sleep now.” Leaning over, she presses her lips to mine.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“Show me that you don’t view me differently. You’ve been treating me with kid gloves since you found me. I need to feel like me again. Like you desire me. Prove it to me.”

I run my hand over her cheek. “I’m trying to let you heal. What you went through is traumatic.”

“It was. I’m not disagreeing with you. I know I have to work through it, but that’s not what I need right now. You said that you want me to talk to you more. I’m telling you that I need you right now.”

I study her a moment. She’s right. I did ask her to communicate with me more. If she’s telling me she needs this, then I need to give it to her. I’d give her the world if she’d ask.

“If you freak out at any point, we stop.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m not going to freak out, Tris. I trust you. I feel safe with you. Now fuck me until I pass out.”

Shaking my head, I peel her booty shorts off of her. Then I help her sit up as I take her shirt off of her. Once she’s lying back on her back, I stand to remove my boxer briefs, grabbing a condom from the drawer.

Once I’m sheathed, I move back to the bed, lying on my back.

“Hop on. I want to see you ride me.”

She jumps up, positioning herself over me.

“Are you wet for me?” I murmur, reaching down to feel her wet heat.

“Always.”

“Then show me how you take my cock,” I demand.

She sinks down in one go, moaning as she does. Once she bottoms out, her eyes flutter open.

“I can feel you even deeper this way.”

“Good.” I pinch her nipple before leaning up to grab one in my mouth. “Fuck, you have perfect breasts.”

She rotates her hips, groaning as I continue to feast on her.

“Tris, you feel so good,” she mutters.

“Not as good as you,anima gemella.”

She continues to grind on me, iccupping as she hits a spot that must feel extra nice. I thrust up into her as she finds her rhythm. I keep a steady pace as I nibble and suck her breasts until her chest looks like a Dalmatian, spots every few inches claiming her as mine.

Suddenly, her legs lock around my hips, her head thrown back as she makes a noise I have never heard another human make. Her body shakes as she contracts around me, feeling like a goddamn vice. It takes all my willpower not to spill with her, but that orgasm was for her and her alone.

Pulling her to me, I kiss her head, whispering how beautiful she is as she comes down. When she finally seems like she’s back with me, I help her off my lap only to force her onto her stomach. She looks back at me as I caress her ass.

“I think you have another one in you,” I tell her.

Her eyes gleam with pleasure as I slide into her from behind. She moans long and loud, keeping her legs together so I can feel the friction.

It’s the sweetest feeling being inside her. Almost like I found my home. The place I always want to belong. Lord knows I’d be happy if I died right here.

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