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CHAPTER 15

Chapter 15

“Trystan . . .” she breathed.

Trystan looked horrible. And that was an understatement. There were bags under his eyes; his eyes were blood shot red! His clothing indicated that he most likely had been doing things he shouldn’t have. His hair ruffled, but all in all, his smell was still delicious.

Snap out of it, Elie, Arelie chastised herself.

Trystan looked down at her, emotions were swimming through his eyes, he looked absolutely roguish, and at that moment, Elie believed she would never want to be one of his enemies. She suppressed a shiver on that thought.

“Arelie,” Trystan’s voice was hoarse. “We need to talk.”

Arelie watched his wary expression. At that moment she would’ve gotten on her knees and kissed, pleading him to tell him he loved her, and to forget what just had happened several days before.

“Ok.” She answered.

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They got to the house, and Trystan helped her pack away the groceries. Trystan had ridden with her on the way back. Apparently, he had been walking somewhat close to here and saw her car. On the way to the house, they didn’t speak. To afraid of what the other might say or do.

After all the groceries had been put away, Arelie and Trystan went to the living room, Arelie sat down on the small couch. Trystan stared at the seat next to her, silently cursing as he decided to sit opposite of her, facing her.

“So what were we-?”

“Stop.” Trystan said. Arelie abruptly put her gaze onto him, showing him her confusion. Trystan looked away, with another curse. “You need to stop . . . torturing us.” He finished.

If Arelie wasn’t confused then, she was now. “Stop? Torturing? Trystan, what on God’s earth are you talking about?”

“I can’t take it anymore!” he suddenly burst. “I know you can’t either, El. I know you still have feelings for me.”

“Trystan-” but her retort was cut off by Trystan’s lips on her own.

“Don’t deny me, Elie.” He whispered. “I need you. I need this.”

Arelie hesitated, not sure. Was this the right thing to do? Stay with Trystan? Be with him like this?

She decided to take a chance.

She grabbed the back of his head and brought his lips back down to hers; deepening the kiss. Trystan groaned, the feel of her, felt so good after so long of a time. He had missed her, God knows. That month, of seeing her and yet not being able to touch her . . . it was too much of insanity to him.

He put his hands at her waist, pushing her down into the couch. Ravishing her lips, he took her bottom lip between his teeth and tugged, Arelie moaned with pleasure. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him closer smashing their lips together, tighter.

“Trystan.” Arelie moaned, Trystan left Elie’s lips and traveled down to her neck. Kissing, licking, and nipping. He came back to her lips after nuzzling her neck. He breathed in the scent of her hair. It was the same cinnamon smell, exactly the same.

“Trystan . . . upstairs.” She whispered in his ears. Trystan roughly pulled her up into his arms and bounded for the stairs and her room. When he came to her door he crashed it open, slamming it back with his foot.

Elie giggled, “Your going to break my door.”

“Don’t care.” He said hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion and desire. He dropped her onto the bed, watching her bounce with the bed, and then climbed atop her, hovering over her.

“Arelie . . .” Trystan said softly.

“Yes?” she answered.

“I love you.” He whispered. Crashing his lips onto hers, they peeled each others clothing off, their passion overcoming every other thought as they sought the comfort in each others arms. Trystan brazenly nipped and licked every bare part of her body. Making Arelie more turned on.

When they became one and moved within each other, their moans grew, and they became ravenous for each other. When they were finally spent after they both came, they laid in each others arms, satisfied and happy at the moment.

Elie tiredly looked up to Trystan, taking in his striking features, his black hair and smooth lips; she kissed him and placed a hand on his chest.

“I love you, too.” She whispered.

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