“All I did was work. I was exhausted, mentally, physically, and emotionally. One day I woke up calling your name. I rolled over searching for you. It was the weirdest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. I hadn’t been with you in years, and I woke up thinking you were there, beside me. I immediately sat up in bed disoriented, looking for you, and then I remembered you weren’t there. You hadn’t been there in a long time.”
“If I would have known. I would have never let you leave, Tristian.”
“It was either you or me. You had a whole life there. With two loving parents, your brothers, your family… I couldn’t take that away from you. I left because it was easier than taking you away from them. Can you forgive me?”
“Of course, Tristian. All you did for me… How am I ever going to make it up to you?”
“You already have.” He kissed me. “You said, ‘I do.’”
His lips on mine were like coming home every single time.
He possessed my thoughts.
He owned my heart.
He was my home.
He’d always been my home.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned, placing his hand over my heart which was beating rapidly against his fingers.
“It’s yours.” I reached for the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head, and threw it on the floor beside us. “I’m yours. Always.”
“Kitt—”
“Don’t make me beg.”
He growled, kissing me fervently. He lifted me into his arms and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me on the bed, never breaking our connection. He took off my bra, tossed it aside, and my panties quickly followed, leaving me completely naked for him.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
“Prove it to me,” I panted, looking at his face. “Make love to me,” I pleaded in a raspy tone. “I belong to you. I’ve always belonged to you. Let’s make a baby.”
He kissed me one last time before kissing his way down my body, softly licking every inch of my skin.
“Tristian,” I murmured, my body shuddering as he pulled my body to the edge of the bed.
Gently, he kissed my inner thighs, blowing against my exposed core the closer he got to where I wanted him the most. His rough hands gripped my thighs as he lightly pecked my clit. My hands raked through his hair as I spread my legs wider for him as he lightly kissed and licked all around my heat. He could already taste me on his tongue. My breathing escalated when he sucked my clit into his mouth, moving his head from side-to-side.
He never took his eyes off me, watching as I grasped onto the sheets. My climax built higher and higher, and he slid his fingers inside. I was so wet.
So ready.
He could feel me getting closer, and my hips moved on their own against his fingers and tongue.
“That’s it, kitten, fuck my face like you love to.”
Not a minute later, he tasted my climax, long and steady. He didn’t stop until I was shuddering and begging him to stop, unable to take it any longer.
He stood with hooded eyes as I watched him undress. It didn’t take long before he thrust inside of me.
The feel of him.
The love I had for him.
It was immediate.
I found my soulmate when I was sixteen-years-old and I knew then like I knew it now. We might have been young, but it didn’t matter. Tristian was forever a part of me.