Chapter 11

Tristan

"So well," Moon moans as she continues to slide her pussy over my length. This woman is going to make me come before I ever even get inside her.

The moment I sensed her for the first time when the Heart Bond began to unfurl in my chest, flushes through my memory. The second I laid eyes on her, I didn't handle the situation very well. Behaving like a jackass, and then trying to use my power on her, was such an asshole move.

Sometimes my powers take on a life of their own, and I end up influencing someone without even meaning to. Moon's immunity to my abilities means that I can trust her body's responses to mine. The heady knowledge that I caused this in my mate thrums through my chest.

I was planning to pamper her and make her feel special. Maybe I shouldn't have climbed in here with her, but can anyone really blame me? My mate is a goddess. Literally.

Feeling her chest pressed to mine, her heart beating back against my chest, is an irresistible sensation. I will not argue that my obsession with her grows with each day.

"Fuck, Moon, I cannot deny you." I kiss up the column of her neck, before grinding up into her. She moans.

"Fuck me, Tristan. Make love to me, make me come…" Moon begs, and I crack. I lift her ass until she's sat on the edge of the tub, then I get up onto my knees.

"I wanted to taste you first. Make you come on my tongue…" Moon is shaking her head, clawing at my shoulders and pulling me closer. "Next time," I whisper, before lining my tip up with her slit and thrusting in.

I fill her to the hilt and moan. She's tight, gripping me hard as she grinds against me, seeking friction.

"Fuck, come here," I growl, gripping her ass in my hands and lifting her. The tub is slippery from the oils I added to the water. I step out of the water, stepping over to rest her ass on the sink. She's got her legs wrapped around me, using her heels to pull me into her.

I start fucking her hard, as she bites and licks my skin. She's moaning so beautifully.

"Feels so good…" she murmurs, and I bite down on my lip, trying to hold back my orgasm. Leaning back, I use one hand to hold her hip in place, as I fuck her hard and fast, and the other to tease her clit.

I watch her head fall back, her wet hair is dripping onto the sink, her skin flushed, and her mouth open on a silent cry.

"I'm coming, fuck, Tristan. I'm coming!" Moon cries, as her pussy milks my cock, stealing my breath, hell, stealing my fucking soul! I come hard, whispering her name like a prayer. A prayer for my own personal goddess.

My mate. My heart and soul. The air I breathe, and the blood in my veins.

My life.

Mine.