Tristan shakes his head, and when he pulls back, and his eyes meet mine, they’re light as glass. “If I lost you….”
My mouth curves into a loving smile, even though it stings. “You didn’t lose me.”
“I would’ve created hell on earth,” he admits.
Nodding, I murmur, “I know.”
His eyes lock with mine. “I killed.”
I lean forward and press a tender kiss to his mouth, and then I whisper, “And I love you for it.”
Tristan’s body shoots forward, pushing me onto my back. His mouth meets mine in a hungry kiss, and we rush to strip out of our clothes. When we’re finally naked, Tristan grabs hold of my thighs, and yanking my legs open, he thrusts hard inside me. My back arches as I let out a cry, and then I can only go with the violent wave crashing over me as Tristan takes me hard and fast.
Tristan killed for me.
He ripped a man apart for me.
He went to war for me.
As I stare into his eyes as he lays claim to my body and soul, I fall in love with him all over again.
The sound of our rushed breaths and his cock driving into me fills the air until my abdomen tightens painfully. A scream is ripped from me as an intense orgasm surges through my body.
Pleasure makes me convulse, and it only has Tristan pounding harder and faster into me until he bows back, reminding me of how hot he looked after he killed my captor. The thought makes another wave of ecstasy wash over me.
Tristan’s body shudders, and I feel his cock jerk inside me as he finds his release, his features tight and his teeth bared, looking every bit like the fierce god he is.
He continues to thrust into me as we ride the last of our orgasms, and then I murmur, “I love you, my darkness.”
Tristan pulls out, and slipping his arms under me, he lifts me as he rises to his feet. He carries me to the bathroom, and once we’re soaking in a warm bath, he presses a kiss to my bruised jaw. His voice rumbles like thunder, “I love you, my light.”
Chapter 28
TRISTAN
I got a first aid kit from Demitri, and taking a seat on the bed next to Hana, my eyes take in all the bruises on her face.
It makes me wish I could’ve taken my time killing those fuckers.
Shaking my head, I take out the ointment, and placing some on my finger, I reach for her. As gently as I possibly can, I dab the balm over the cuts on the side of her head, jaw, and bottom lip. It’s easily going to take a week to two weeks before the bruises fade from her skin.
The thought makes the darkness shudder in my chest.
Climbing off the bed, I kneel at her feet, and it fucking guts me to see how the skin around her ankle has been torn up.
They fucking shackled her like an animal.
My body shudders again, and my shoulders roll as the demon in me crawls under my skin. I’m careful not to hurt her as I dab ointment over the bruising.
Hana takes the tube from me and waits for me to sit back down next to her.
She tenderly takes care of the gash on my bicep before wrapping a bandage around it. Leaning forward, she presses a kiss to the dressing before her mouth moves to the dark bruises on my chest.
Hana climbs off the bed, and kneeling before me, she takes hold of the sweatpants I’m wearing. I lift my ass so she can pull the fabric off. Placing her hands on my thighs, she moves in between my legs. Her hands brush up until her fingers wrap around the base of my cock, and then she begins to stroke me slowly as her eyes lock with mine.
Knowing how close I came to losing her makes my body tense. I want to tuck her inside me, where no one will ever be able to get to her again.
Hana lifts herself slightly, and when her tongue twirls around the head of my cock, I jerk in her hand. I watch as she sucks me into the heat of her mouth. The sight is fucking erotic, and it feels so damn good, I brace my hands behind me on the bed and let my head fall back.
Hana cups my balls with her other hand as she begins to suck and stroke me slowly. The pace is killing me, and it takes a lot of self-control not to just grab hold of her hair and fuck her mouth.
It’s the sweetest fucking torture.
Her mouth leaves my cock, and then she murmurs. “Lie back.”
My body drops to the bed, and when the wet heat of her mouth envelops my cock again, I instinctively thrust deeper.
Her other hand begins to massage the stretch of skin beneath my balls, and realizing what she has planned for me, makes my lips curve up.
The moment her finger circles the rim of my ass, I grab hold of her hair and fist the silky strands. My muscles strain, and a hiss forces its way through my clenched teeth as I struggle not to take over.
Hana sucks hard at the head of my cock, and her fingers tighten in a biting hold on the base. When she pushes a finger inside me, I lose all control. Tightening my grip on her hair, I thrust up. Hearing her gag makes my hips move faster. My ass tightens around her finger, and then I fucking drive into her mouth, my cock craving the tight confines of her throat.
My orgasm slithers down my spine, ready to strike at any moment. “Fuck, Hana,” I snarl. Grinding my teeth, my body bows up, and my cock begins to jerk as I empty myself. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
Then Hana fucking curls her finger inside me, and it makes the pleasure so intense I swear I have an out of body experience, watching her deep throat me while finger-fucking my ass.
She sucks every last drop from me, turning my body into a boneless mess.
Having laid claim to my demented soul, she pulls her finger out and crawling over my body, there’s a satisfied smirk on her face. It makes her look like a seductive siren as she says, “Mine.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I flip her onto her back, and then my mouth attacks hers. Wanting to taste myself, I suck hard on her tongue.
When my lips are numb, I yank her shirt off, and then I feast on her breasts until they’re pebbled between my teeth. By the time I bite and lick at her toned stomach, I’m hard again. My whole body rolls forward, and I drive my cock hard inside her wet pussy.
My body shudders from being home. I grab hold of her hips, and my fingers dig into her skin. Yanking her ass against my balls, my hips piston forward, and I take her as hard as I can. I fuck her raw until her screams, moans, and sighs create a heavenly sound.
Knowing the other men in the house might hear how I’m taking my woman hard, fast, and deep only makes my lips curve up in a possessive smirk.
All. Fucking. Mine.
HANA
I finally get to prepare the black bean noodle dish for Tristan. I multiply the ingredients by eight to make sure there’s enough for all the men.
Alexei comes in, and taking a deep breath, he lets out a groan. “This is a sight I can get used to seeing in my kitchen.” He comes to stand next to me and stares at the black bean mixture. “When will it be ready?”
I let out a chuckle. “Soon.” I turn to face him, a warm smile forming on my face. Our eyes meet, and unable to stop myself, I hug him again while saying, “I’m so grateful for you.”
Alexei lets out a burst of soft laughter as he rubs a hand over my back. “No one fucks with our Hana.”
Looking up, I grin at him. “I like the sound of that… our Hana.”
My words make a broad smile curve his lips up.
I pull back and check the food again. Hearing footsteps, I glance over my shoulder and see Demitri come into the kitchen. He takes a seat at the table. “It smells good.”