CHAPTER 127: M’LADY.

Just as she was about slipping completely into the galaxy, she felt him try to pull away, so subconsciously she reached down swiftly, and grabbed his head with her two hands, holding him down.

"Don’t even think of it." She gritted with tightly shut eyes, shoving his face into her pussy. She asked a woman on a mission and he was trying to pull her out. She really couldn’t accept it.

Chuckling, he carried on his actions, but slower than before, knowing it was going to irk her even more.

"Tristan." She whined as frustration had begun to creep in, causing the distance between she and her galaxy to lengthen.

He raised his head from in-between her legs, with little resistance this time as she didn’t see the point holding him down, while he smiled coyly, beyond joyous that he had driven his point home.

"You only get to be control when I let you, Princess." He bellowed, his eyes peering into her frustrated x hunger filled half-mast eyes, as his face inched closer to hers. "Only then, and never again." He said claiming her lips with his.

Much to her dismay, the feeling of frustration that had been bubbling in her chest, blended quickly with the hunger that hadn’t wavered since he placed his hands on her.

She returned his kiss hungrily, kissing him fiercely like he was made of oxygen that she desperately needed.

Having gotten his revenge, he gave in almost completely to her, letting the warmth from their kiss, flow freely thorough him , not making any efforts to hold back.

"I can’t wait to fuck you senseless." He whispered as he took his lips from hers, latching unto her neck. His torturous but mind-wrecking actions sent her into oblivion, especially when he grazed, sucked and nibbled on the part where the neck meets the shoulder.

"I can’t wait to place my mark here." He muttered again as he worshipped her. "I can’t wait to make you mine, completely."

"I’m already yours." She couldn’t help but respond, her breathless voice doing dangerous things to his already racing heart.

"You drive me crazy, Princess." He admitted as he kissed his way up to her jaw, looking down at her, his gaze warm.

"You like crazy." She teased, taking her lower lip in-between her teeth, her eyes glossed with mischief peered at him.

"I love crazy, and I love you." He said softly before he could stop himself, freezing as he realized what he’d done.

"I’m sorry, I..."

"It’s okay." She said softly, lifting her hand to palm the side of his face. "I love you too, Tristan. I love all of you." Her clear eyes sent her message to the deepest parts of his mind.

Meanwhile, despite how clear her eyes were, and how calm her demeanor seemed, her mind was riddled with various questions.

Did she really mean it? Or did she just say it to make him feel good? Did she feel good?

"I.." He started to talk but couldn’t carry on. All words had completely eluded him. With pursed lips, he looked at her softly, basking in the warmth that surrounded them. "I really want to fuck you right here, right now." He blurted, causing her soft gave to morph into one of confused and amusement.

When he mirrored her look, they both bursted onto a fit of laughter.

"You just had to kill the mood!" She said, playfully slapping his chest, laughter in her eyes.

"I couldn’t help it." He admitted softly, his shoulders shaking as he laughed. "I can be very honest when I’m happy." He added.

"So you’re happy?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Hell, yeah! You just told me you love me." He said chuckling. "Even though I can’t help but feel you’re not very convinced that you do." He added, seeking answers in her eyes.

In as much as it comforted him greatly to know that she could willingly and openly admit that she loved them, he knew love didn’t come that easily, despite the bond.

She has only known them for less than a week, only knew surface information about them, and knew very little of their pasts and interests, especially their dark interests.

So, he couldn’t blame her if she said she wasn’t very sure of her words, and her faltering gaze confirmed his thoughts.

"I am not. Honestly." She admitted, trying as hard as she could to keep her voice, and demeanor as normal as possible. "But I want to, and I know I will. I’m sure I will. I might not know much about you guys right now, but I’m confident that even after I do, I would only become even more fond of you guys."

"You really do sound confident." He said, chuckling lightly.

"Because I am." She said, shrugging. "I literally have no other choice." She added, causing him to nod in understanding, sighing.

"Well, I guess we have valid hopes then." He teased, laying beside her, both of them facing the ceiling.

"Oh please. You don’t need hope for something you already know." She chimed.

"Well, I do." He said, earning a playful but hard smack on his chest. "Ow! Meanie." He whined, rubbing the reddening surface.

"Tsk." She sat up, looking at him. "Come let’s shower. The food would get too cold, and I don’t think pancakes can be warmed ." She said, getting up from the bench and heading to the shower.

"We can try. If that doesn’t work, we can order another take out." He suggested, coming up beside her as she stepped into the bathroom. "Thought we weren’t showering together. What happened to efficiency?" He teased, hugging her from behind, his two hands cupping each of her boobs.

"We weren’t until you became suggestive, and right now, showering with you is quite efficient. You’ll just have to keep your large itchy hands to yourself." She said, tearing herself from his embrace. "Now, can we please shower?" She asked, turning to face him. "The worms in my tummy are unforgiving."

"Yes, M’lady." He pledged, grinning like a child.