Chapter 141: A Taste

In the silently dark office, the only sound she could hear was her own heartbeat.

His mouth was warm, infinitely warm and gentle. His lips barely touched hers at first, teasing her mouth in a gentle caress, then playfully nibbled her lower lip before caressing her mouth again in a soft and slow motion. His mouth slid over her own like smooth silk, reminding her of how hot they feel against her skin.

Gently, his mouth coaxed hers open, his tongue dipped to hers igniting a blazing fire that overcame her senses.

He slowly turned his head to the side, trailing over her lips with his tongue, she felt a tingling shiver rush down her spine. Slowly, her hands reached up and she grabbed onto the collars of his open shirt as he deepened the kiss, taking her mouth passionately.

Along with the heat in the room earlier another heated tension rose between them, and her hands slid behind his head diving into his hair. He let out a muffled groan against her mouth as he bit down lightly on her lip bringing a slight pain that came with pleasure.

He had wanted a taste, just a simple taste and he would move away, but the minute he tasted her soft lips against his own, he knew he had made a mistake in the heat of the moment, but that mistake wasn’t something he could rectify because he could never have enough.

In a single moment, all the self control he had mustered flew out the window, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her closer as if to merge their bodies into one. He dived deeper into the sweetness of her mouth but the intensity of the fire in him only escalated like pouring fuel to a burning flame.

His hands skillfully parted her legs, shifting her onto him as he positioned her to sit on his lap, straddling him with both her legs on either sides of him on the seat. He felt her shudder when his heated kiss went down her neck, she arched her back as his mouth moved lower, stopping at the position below her collarbones down her neck before he made his way back up again to her mouth.

With every kiss it was as if he hadn’t known the extent of his own hunger for her, his longing to have her, it was a burning thirst that would never be quenched.

Celine hadn’t once forgotten how dizzying it felt to have his lips on her skin, but in this moment, even the one in her memories couldn’t compare.

There was still an alms of rationality in her that told her to stop, to not let it go too far, but the searing heat in her body and the warm tingling feeling of his mouth against her skin felt like the burning flame within her would never be extinguished without him.

She felt his warm, coarse palm trail up her back diving into her top, his hands roamed her back leaving tingling trails everywhere he touched. Soon his hands found the clasps of her bra, with a small tug it came loose.

“Tristan…” She breathed his name silently and the hunger with which he bit down on her skin brought a small moan to her lips.

But she had to stop…she had to! A voice in her head repeatedly chanted.

With a determined groan she pushed at his shoulders, then quickly lifted herself off of him and made space between them, sitting farther from him on the expansive sofa. Her breathing was heavy, she had to pant to bring more air to her lungs. Without waiting another second she quickly ran into the bathroom and shut the door then leaned her back against the door, her hand coming up to her chest as if that would control the wild beating of her heart.

Tristan raked a hand through his hair.

Damn it! What was he doing?

One second be was admonishing himself and reminding himself of all the reasons he couldn’t have her earlier but the very next second he lost all control and couldn’t hold back from kissing her.

Along with the sharp disappointment when it suddenly ended, the rational side of him was glad she broke it off before he would do something that would further ruin him into throwing away all his reservations.

He glanced at the bathroom door with uncertainty in his eyes.

Was she mad at him? He had after all promised not to go further than just a kiss but he hadn’t been able to stop himself.

After pacing around the room to cool off for a while he went towards the bathroom door, hesitating for a moment before he knocked.

It was quiet inside for a while before she opened the door, there was still a lingering pink tint to her cheeks. Her hair was a bit disheveled but it only made her look dauntingly sexy. The drops of water dripping down her neck disappearing into her top made for an alluring sight, he gritted his teeth and tore his eyes away from her.

“I’m sorry.” He slowly said. It was nothing new with her again, he did things he wouldn’t do with others. Just like how he would bend and break before her but no one else.

He had convinced her to kiss him but he had made her uncomfortable, yet he had no idea what to do to make her feel comfortable again.

She said nothing, shaking her head lightly as an indication that there was no need to apologize before she walked past him.

After that there was nothing but silence between them. A sharp heated silence filled with quiet want but resistance.

Time seemed to pass by slowly. Tristan watched her her as she began to doze off on the sofa, noticed the way she would jolt awake for a bit, only to continue dozing off a second later. For some reason that made a smile curl his lips.

Her head would repeatedly sway to the side everytime she was about to fall into a deeper sleep, she must be uncomfortable falling asleep in that position.

He moved silently, not wanting to wake her, settling next to her on the sofa, when her head swayed next it landed on his shoulder. She didn’t seem to notice but drifted further asleep.

He felt her warm steady breathing against his shoulder, with a small smile on his lips, Tristan picked up her hand, silently holding it in his palm. For some reason he knew once this night ended, he wouldn’t be able to do something like this again, when he held her hand, a warm feeling instantly spread in his heart.

It amazed him how merely having someone by your side, silently, just their presence could conjure up warm emotions in one’s heart. What was this feeling called…he wondered. All he knew was that he liked it, and this feeling made him feel at peace.

Slowly, without realizing it, his eyes started to close and the unfamiliar sensation of falling asleep overcame him. He inched his arm around her waist, having her rest more comfortably against his chest with his head resting lightly over hers as he also drifted off to sleep.

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