I bucked again, whimpering when he moved his mouth away to press against mine in a slant with a deep kiss. Just like his mouth on my breast, his kiss was slow and deliberate before peppering across my chin and down my throat, collarbones, and back down to the tender flesh that missed him. His fingers kept their slow rub up, down, circle, and then again. "I'm going to make you come, Kat," he said in the huskiest voice of all time.

"Please," I whined when his fingers started pushing aside the material covering me. "Please, oh please." I couldn't focus on anything but the parts of my body that were in contact with his. I couldn't think that we needed to talk. I couldn't do anything but beg.

He chuckled, sucking me a little harder into his mouth. "Tell me you're mine," he rasped against my skin.

Oh. My. Fuck.

Oh. My. Fuck.

I knew that this was totally possessive and territorial. I knew that it also wasn't the best time for us to have a talk about what could possibly define us, but fuck me. Who cared?

"Tell me, Kat. Tell me you're only mine."

I cried something that sounded like a noise a puppy made. "I'm yours… only… oh fuck," one long finger dipped between my heated flesh and I cried out again. "I'm only yours, Tristan."

He growled, sounding completely inhuman before sliding another finger in to follow the first. "I'm yours too, you know that?" he breathed against the sensitive skin on my chest and I felt my heart constrict. "I only want you," he groaned. Before I could even ingest his words, he twisted his wrist and flicked his fingers upward, brushing a spot that made me forget my name. I couldn't breath as his fingers twirled and brushed against me, making me whimper and cry out. "You're so wet."

Maybe it was his words but maybe it wasn't. When the heel of his hand started grinding against me, I cried out his name as the most delicious orgasm of my life made my toes curl and my vision literally go black. I'm not sure how long I laid there as a panting mess with my legs wide open and my underwear shoved to the side so my entire vag was out in the air, but it was the warm kisses to the side of my face that brought me back to reality. Tristan brushed his lips against my cheeks, chin, and then kissed my upper and lower lip repeatedly while I calmed down.

"That was—," I mumbled, feeling exhausted and warm again when the covers were pulled up over me. Tristan settled himself right next to me, draping a heavy arm over my bare stomach. His hips were pulled away from me just the slightest, but I couldn't forget the monster that had been pressing against my ass just minutes before. "Hey, do you want me to....?"

He chuckled, kissing my temple before he rested his head on the same pillow I had mine on. "No, I'll be okay," he said simply. His fingers brushed against my stomach, and I felt him shift just a bit to put his head on top of his folded arm. We were silent for only a minute before he cleared his throat. "Kat? I meant what I said."

I knew we needed to talk, but his words flirted through my brain. I was his and he said he was mine. It felt engraved into me already. I knew Tristan, and I was fully aware that he didn't say things just for the heck of it. "I did too."

"You'll be mine?" he asked in a voice so low I almost didn't hear it.

It shouldn't be so simple, should it? To just commit myself to someone?

I wasn't sure at all but it felt like it was with him. He bared himself to me, made his move, so didn't he deserve the same?

"That's all I want."

Chapter 49

The next day, I felt like I was living out one of those coffee commercials with the shy smiles that Tristan shot me from across the bed. As soon as I started blinking the sleep away from my eyes, I spied him in his shirtless glory holding up two cups of coffee in those amazing hands that I'd gotten well acquainted with just hours before. The smallest memory of the prior night managed to make me blush as I remembered his dry lips on the skin his shirt was now covering. Warm rays of sunshine slipped in through the cracks of the curtain over the window making it feel even more surreal. I probably looked like a hot mess with dried drool on my face and knots in my hair, but right then I could not have given less of a shit.