Beach House, at Nova City.
Tristan’s hand moves slowly from Bella’s hip to her belly button. His arm muscles grip her tight, and she can feel them on the right side of her torso.
Her heart pounded even faster when she could feel all of him pressed against her back. And he buried his head on her shoulder, whispering in his soft but deep voice, "Bella, please tell me if you want me to stop."
Bella failed to say anything. She was so busy calming her heart and too shy to respond because she really wanted him to continue.
She could feel Tristan’s hands slowly moving up, teasing her lower breast with gentle caresses. Her breath suddenly became shallow as she thought a nameless fire burning fiercely in her body.
"I ask you one more time. Do you want me to stop?"
Silent.
’NO! Don’t stop...’ Bella screamed in her mind as she imagined his hands squeezing her breast.
A smile slowly spread across Tristan’s lips. His hand cupped her soft breast. He could feel her tension, but he didn’t stop; his fingers gently pinched her hardened nipples, and a thin moan escaped her lips.
Bella could feel her body heat start to burn her inside.
With a quick movement, Tristan turned her body, and now he was on top of her. Their eyes were level with each other. One hand was still gently squeezing her breast and lower body, pressing against her lower abdomen.
Their faces were so close that Bella could feel his every breath brushing her tense face.
"You look beautiful, Bella. I’m so grateful to have you as my wife."
"Tri-Tristan..." She called his name but couldn’t find the words to continue.
Bella could feel her face getting hotter now as Tristan’s hands continued to tease her breast, trembling her heart. She swallowed hard, looking back into his beaming blue eyes.
However, Tristan’s expression slowly changed as his hands stopped teasing her. His body slipped next to her, with his chest pressed against the soft mattress while his head turned towards her.
He tried to calm his raging lust inside. However, he immediately felt worried when he saw her gaze flash with confusion and annoyance. He turned his body to face her with a gentle smile framing his face. He asked, "You don’t want me to stop?"
Bella was speechless hearing how casually he said those words. How could she answer such a question? After he succeeded in awakening her lust to make love with him, he stopped right away!
She wanted to scold him but couldn’t bring herself to say anything. Too embarrassed to meet his gaze, she couldn’t help but bury her face in his chest.
What she could do now to vent her frustrations in her mind was, ’Tristan Shameless Sinclair, you stupid man!’
Tristan smiled faintly as he pulled her closer to him.
"I really want to do it more than you, Bella. But we can’t do it now." Tristan’s voice sounded heavy and annoyed at the same time.
’Why?’ She asked in her heart.
"Did you forget that we have a son?" Tristan chuckled when he felt her body stiffen. "We have to go downstairs now... Our son is probably still waiting for us for breakfast—"
Instantly, Bella pushed Tristan’s body away, forgetting her embarrassment over their intimacy earlier.
She got out of bed and sprinted to the bathroom for her morning routine.
Bella couldn’t stop blaming herself. How could she forget Dax?
Later,
As she washed her face and brushed her teeth, Tristan joined her. But she didn’t say anything. She hurried to the walk-in closet to change clothes.
Bella was no longer embarrassed to remove all her clothes when Tristan was around. But Tristan stopped her just before she put on a knee-length black one-piece dress with a floral motif on the skirt.
Tristan felt defeated again, looking at her, who only wore a bra and panties. He couldn’t help but hug her from behind while burying his head in her neck. He inhaled as much of her floral scent as needed to distract his sultry thoughts. But he was wrong; it increased his desire to devour her.
"My darling wife, you look like you’ve never given birth. You still look hot and sexy..."
"You mean hot and sexy like my body before pranking me with divorce papers?" Bella smiled faintly, remembering her body at that time. She was overweight and didn’t realize that she was pregnant.
Tristan didn’t respond to her question—worried about hurting her again. He just tightened his hug.
Bella could feel his lips on her neck, and then the tip of his tongue traced her neck and up near her ear. Her heart beat faster, and her body felt on fire.
She glanced at Tristan over her shoulder.
"Ugh! Tristan Sinclair, stop... stop it! We need to go downstairs."
However, Tristan didn’t immediately let her go. Instead, he turned her body to face him, placed his hand on her arms, and squeezed it gently. His eyes were looking at her, burning with passion.
He leaned closer and kissed her lips. His tongue slid slightly inside her mouth. When he saw her squeeze her eyes shut, he smiled through his gaze.
Bella closed her eyes when she felt his warm tongue dancing in her mouth. Rather than resist, she returned his kiss with equal passion. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck.
Just as Bella felt that she was about to die from the lack of oxygen, Tristan finally gave up on his kiss. The tip of his tongue gently swept across her top rosy lips. His pair of blue eyes seemed to be brewing the desire to devour her completely.
She could feel her knees shudder, so she grabbed his arms to stand properly. Receiving fresh air once again, Bella felt like a drowning person as she gasped for air. She lowered her gaze to avoid his, afraid he would kiss her again.
"Let’s continue this tonight..." He whispered and let go of her.
Then Tristans helped her wear her clothes before he changed his clothes.