Chapitre 144: He's weak

"Tristan," she whispered worriedly and he could see that she was on the verge of changing her mind because of his wound.

"You wanna forget it," he carried her princess style and gently placed her wet body on the bed. "I'll make you feel good, promise," he kissed her belly before leaning back. Tristan looked around and saw a ribbon on the table connected to the mirror. He grabbed it and climbed on top of her.

Tristan met her gaze and smiled in assurance. "I got this," he ran his hand from her hand down to her body. At this moment, her breath was ragged and her heart was beating faster.

Tristan recalled kissing her body, giving her head, and fucking her with a passion so he leaned closer to her and kissed her neck while using his hands to rub her body erotically. So, the girl underneath him moaned with her memories settling in the back of her head.