Chapter 25: Chapter 25

**Warning: This chapter contains scenes that are sexual in nature, which are suitable for readers 18 years old and above.**

DAHLIA:

“Dahlly, Dahlly, you’re so beautiful… Cry for me some more,” Tristan continued to whisper in an almost hypnotic tone, which made me feel more and more in heat.

I wanted to stop moaning but I just can’t. It was as if he was stirring a part of my soul I never knew had always craved for his warmth, his presence, his lust. What kind of magic was this?

Tristan bit the ends of the strings that held the front of my dressed closed. He looked like a rabid wolf that was eager to eat his prey, and I was right. As soon as the ribbons around my chest fell open, he opened his lips and took the left mound of my flesh into his moist mouth like a famished animal.

I felt myself gave into the flares of passion as he began to move his tongue against this very sensitive spot. I tossed in bed as he tried to lick and suck at it further. My feet began to curl in indescribable pleasure.

I felt feverish and giddy at the same time. Is this how lovemaking was like?

‘Not quite, love… This is just the beginning,’ Tristan remarked, responding through our mind-link.

Sure enough, his hands and mouth travelled further down my bare skin going towards my belly and down into that unexplored region in my womanhood.

I shuddered in excitement as he concentrated his mouth into my sacred crevice. It felt so wrong as he continued to kiss me there, but at the same time, it was driving me into throes of bliss that seemed to conflict with my very sanity.

“No… No,” my lips kept on screaming, but my body seemed to be saying yes... I was in a perpetual state of utter confusion as he moved against me.

Soon, something else invaded my body. My screams escalated as I realized what they were.

“No, please,” I said, tears starting to rush down my eyes. Tristan had very warm fingers, but I don’t think they ought to go where they were going just now…

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry, Dahlly… Are you hurt?”

My mind was turning blank, and I was still shivering. I nodded and then I shook my head again.

“N-No… It was… I was so surprised…”

“I’ll be more careful…”

He went back into kissing me, his tongue circulating the inner walls of my legs, reaching into a place I never knew was there for pleasure. He was sending me into fits of panic and bliss. I sobbed, not knowing whether it was from pain or from the overwhelming feeling of gratification.

“May I… May I touch you in there again,” he asked as his fingers grazed by the entrance of my womanhood.

I began to tremble a bit remembering what had happened earlier, but I nodded in agreement.

There was a devilish feeling inside of me that wanted more, more pain and more pleasure. I felt Tristan’s fingers invade my body, sliding sleekly inside of me. It felt so bad, and yet it was like I craved for it more and more…

“Dahlly… Dahlia… You’re so warm…You’re pulling me in.”

I can feel the insides of my body welcoming his seething touch, pulling him in indeed. I wanted to have him inside of me. I wanted to have all of him inside of myself…

His hands started to become more playful. I thrashed around the bed, highly stimulated by the way he moved them.

“Where are you going now, hmm? Are you running away again?... But you see, I won’t let you run away this time.”

As soon as he said this, he removed his fingers inside of me. Spreading my legs apart, I saw him aim his own manhood into it.

“Would you let me in now?”

I can’t remember what I said or if I said anything at all. I don’t remember things clearly at all after that point. I only remember him asking for my permission before guiding his body gently inside of me.

It felt hot, massive, and numbing. Pain started to radiate from my lower body into my back. I wanted to flee, but Tristan held me by the waist.

“There, there… I’ll start slow, hmm,” he said patting my head now. Tears were still streaming down my face. He bent to kiss my eyes, and I felt him come fully inside me as he did.

“Just now… You have really become mine, Dahlly!”

The burning pain inside of me lasted for a few minutes. Tristan started to glide his body in and out in an unbelievably fluid rhythm. I panted, trying to keep up with him. Mostly, I just let him do what he wanted to do. I was too busy feeling all different kinds of sensations. I clung into his neck as he thrust his manhood slowly at first until he had gone crazy and slammed it into me like there was no tomorrow.

I myself felt like a wild animal going crazier and crazier by the minute. I shrieked in pain and ecstasy all throughout as my body shook under his embrace.

As his actions gain more and more momentum, I felt that my body was reaching its limit. I started to hyperventilate and gasp more and more.

“Faster!… Uh, faster!”

I screamed and screamed incoherently, and my mind was completely devoid of any other thought save the idea of deriving more and more satisfaction with each contact against Tristan’s marvelous body.

Finally, after one full thrust from my mate, something in me snapped. My back stiffened. For a second, I thought I’d die, but then I began to feel more and more relaxed until I was over came by extreme drowsiness.

The next thing I knew, it was morning time, and I was already fully clothed. I felt an arm tighten around my chest as I stir. It was Tristan’s.

“What happened,” I asked him, still half-asleep. Did I really fell asleep after all of that? Was it all just a dream?

“Finally, you had become mine,” he said, resting his head at my shoulders. “This time, there’s no turning back for you and I. You belong to me, Dahlia…”

Maybe it was because I was still in a very sleepy state, but why did Tristan’s words sounded like a threat rather than something truly endearing?