Chapter 99: Chapter 99
Amelia's POV
I dared not glance backward to see what Tristan was doing but I knew that he hadn't gone away. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and I knew that he wasn't very far away. His presence behind me made me feel feverishly hot and I opened my jacket and dropped it onto the couch.
The sound of the door made me turn around and I saw Tristan gazing at me with dark eyes and erratic breathing as he shut the door, locking it well. My breath hitched in anticipation when he opened his jacket and threw it on a couch nearby.
"Jay, I think you should go home," I whispered, unable to recognize my hoarse, desire-filled voice. Was that really me? Tristan shook his head slowly, his eyes glittering with excitement while my heart raced with anticipation.
"No, I won't. Let me stay, baby doll," he whispered, almost pleading with me.
I was powerless to resist him when he pulled me into his arms, flush against his hard chest, my breasts crushed against his hard torso. "Please, Jay," I whispered, not knowing what I was begging him for.
"Tell me what you want," he asked, tangling his fingers into my hair, steadying my head, and bringing my face upwards. He leaned closer and yet he didn't kiss me. "Say it, baby doll," he whispered, teasing me. I released a staggering breath, my eyes closing in anticipation of his addictive kiss. I needed it like a drug. I needed him. I surrendered to my desires, to Tristan.
"Kiss me, Jay. Make me yours," I whispered. I wanted to say so much more but I couldn't. He didn't waste a minute more as he leaned in and crashed his lips to mine. My whole body was on fire, an overwhelming need in the pit of my stomach was driving me crazy. I surrendered to him completely.
The air was heavier with our erratic desire-filled breaths, moans, and the blazing need that we were feeling for one another. His warm, hungry mouth devoured mine with a tremendous need and his arm snaked around my slim waist, clamping me tightly to his body, not leaving an ounce of space between us. Fire coursed through my body as I matched his need with an equal passion and ferocity. I throbbed with a need that blew my mind till I finally tangled my fingers into his hair. Stroking its silken softness, caressing the nape of his neck lovingly, I kissed him back, peppering his mouth with feather-soft kisses. He groaned into my mouth as his tongue licked my lips, his teeth bit softly into them, and I eagerly opened my mouth to him. His hot tongue plunged into my mouth and he hungrily explored every recess. I kissed him back the same way, playing with his tongue, dominating when he let me. It was as if we couldn't get enough of one another.
The kiss turned wildly passionate and my entire body throbbed with an intense need for Jay. With his body molded to mine, I was acutely aware of his hard arou*al against me. We came apart for breath and he rested his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling me deeply. I clung to him, feeling his warmth seep through my body. I didn't want to let go.
"I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you tonight, baby doll," he whispered, kissing my neck, and sucking it lingeringly. I arched my head to expose myself more to his hungry mouth.
"Oh Jay," I moaned and his hand traveled from my waist to the hemline of my soft top, going underneath it. His hand explored my skin, till it reached my brea*ts. I gasped when he cupped one of them into his palm, stroking the hard ni*ple through the thin material of my bra. He hoisted the top and he pulled it out of me with one yank. My heartbeats accelerated and I moaned with pleasure when his fingers teased the taut peaks through the thin lace.
His eyes darkened with desire as he stared at me hungrily. His hands shook as he unclasped my bra and took it off, his eyes roaming all over my body as if memorizing every detail. I blushed crimson standing half-naked in front of him, so I covered my chest with my hands.
"Please don't hide from me, baby doll. You cannot imagine how crazy you have made me for you. You are all I can think of. You are all I have ever thought of for the past 8 years," he whispered hoarsely, causing a hot flash of molten desire to soak my panties. I was on fire and my treacherous body wanted more of Tristan.
What can one say to such a comment? I was dumbstruck so I simply pulled him into my arms and hugged him tightly. He dropped his head onto my bare shoulders, kissing me, sucking the skin there while his hands caressed my aroused hard peaks.
My hands went to the buttons of his shirt, opening them one by one. He willingly shrugged out of it and pulled me onto his hard bare chest, crushing my soft brea*ts to him. With a groan, his mouth trailed down to my brea*ts and he claimed them into his mouth one by one while his hand kneaded the other. I moaned in pleasure, I had imagined him making love to me so many times in the past 8 years but they were nothing compared to what I was feeling right now. Tristan's touch gave me much more pleasure than I had ever dreamed of. If there was heaven, I knew that this was it for me. I could kiss him forever, stay in the sanctity of his arms forever. I closed my eyes feeling him, inhaling him, while his mouth worked its magic on my body. I could feel a gush of molten heat in the pit of my stomach at his touch. I moaned in abandon as he continued his torture.