CHAPTER 126: AND SEE, YOU SHALL.

He ran his tongue across her slit, the simple action tearing down her resolve like it was made of paper. She moaned incessantly against the bench, her thighs squeezing oxygen from his head, but he was unrelenting.

He licked her slit, flickering her clitoris every once in a while, as much as his tongue allowed, determined to bring her to her fucking knees.

It wasn’t until she started grinding against him, that he pulled his head out of her thighs, which shut tight immediately he was out, trying to augment their loss of contact.

"You want this, Princess. You know you do. Let me take care of you." He whispered, as he licked, bit and nibbled on her ass, showering it with all the love he could muster. "Open up to me, Bethany. You know you want to." He said with that voice he knew she was going to go crazy for.

Bethany wasn’t sure how to respond, since it was revenge that brought them together in the first place. What if she did open up to let him do as he wanted, but he just spanks her hard, getting back at her, and then leaving her hot and bothered, without any hot water to shower?

Sadly, she couldn’t say he was beyond that, none of them where.

"Come on, Princess. Do not keep your man waiting." He cooed, letting his tongue flatten on her ass.

"Fine." She muttered, hoping he wasn’t going to ask her to repeat.

Luckily, he didn’t. Hell, she was straddling him seconds after she gave her approval, causing her to meet his smug look with one of confusion and amusement.

"Sorry not sorry if that hurt." He sassed, claiming her lips with his. His fingers went to work, tearing away the rest of her shredded dress. When her skin was free of clothing, he took a lung full of her unadulterated scent from where his head sat in the crook of her neck.

"You smell so good, Princess." He said, his lust filled gaze meeting hers that mirrored his. She looked down to his chest, disapproval flashing in her eyes briefly. Before he knew it, his ebony black shirt was torn off his chest with one swipe of her claws, leaving small scars in its wake.

Concern filled her eyes, as she saw blood spill from them, but he claimed her lips with his again, pulling away after a few seconds. He peered into her eyes, making sure his own was wide enough so she could see the love and affection twirling in them.

"They will heal before you know it, and I’m definitely in love with this savage side of you." He cooed, fixing the few strands of her hair that hung before her eyes. "But you better not hold back, Princess, because I wouldn’t. Except going all the way of course." He said softly. "Although, I’m very much willing to show you everything I learned."

"Sadly," She said, her tone slutry as she ran her fingers across his chest that was pretty much healed. "You’d have to wait a little longer to show me. I’m eager to see them, though." She added, meeting his darkened gaze.

"And see, you shall." He cooed claiming her lips with his as his hands took her arms, fastening them around his neck. He fastened her legs around his waist as he got up from the bench.

She took complete control of their kiss, as her toes dug into the waistband of his sweats, pushing them down to his knees. He chuckled lightly into their kiss at her actions, holding her cheeks firmly and he took off the sweats.

Finally free of all clothing, he placed her wet pussy against his hot, pulsing, raging cock, using his hands to roll her hips against it. They both moaned and groaned into their lips with each movement, as it left them wanting more and more.

They tried to hold on to all restraints they could pull, but they were all slipping away as quickly as they found them.

"Princess." Tristan growled deeply as Bethany bit down hard on his lower lips drawing blood.

In response to her action, he pounded her slit against the base of his cock, causing her to gasp and moan loudly at the excessive stimulating on her bud, eyes rolled back as she surrendered fully to him.

Unable to take the tease anymore, he decisions it was time he payed her back.

He carried her back to the bench, placing her gently on it, pushing her back to the mattress as he knelt in between her widen legs.

She looked at him through her haze, lust and anticipation twisting her insides as she stared at the god that knelt in-between her legs, ready and willing to eat her out, sucking her lower lip into her mouth, as she checked out his ripped body, the scars on his chest making him look sexier than sin.

"Last warning, Princess. I hope you’re ready for my revenge." He said, a sly grin laying easily on his moist full lips.

Unable to form any words she swallowed the lumps that had formed in her throat, parting her legs wider in response, defiance shining in her eyes.

"That’s my girl." He cooed, kissing her right calf. "Now open wide for me, baby." He said coming closer, his hands parting her legs wide enough to contain his huge size.

Getting comfortable, he blew warm air against her freezing clit, causing her to flinch backwards, heaving as the knot in her abdomen tightened.

Wrapping his hands around her cheeks, he lifted her pelvis in one swift motion, burrowing his face in-between her slit, his tongue getting to work.

He licked, he sucked, he nibbled. He bit, softly. He did countless things to her nether region, driving her to the brink of unconsciousness, time and time again.

His fat long tongue, entered her pussy with swift motions, causing her to moan loudly and shamelessly as she bucked her hips into his face, letting herself loosen on his tongue.

And Tristan, he did dare disappoint.