Chapter 68: 68

"Oh, Aurora, my beautiful darling. I missed you so much. I can't wait to come see you." She immediately softens her voice making me smile. "Is Tristan there?" She asks me and I respond with a simple yes. "I need to speak to him. Can you put him on the phone?"

I nod to myself and cover the mic of the phone. "Who is it?" He asks, looking at the phone then back at me.

"It's your mom. She wants to talk to you." I inform him and he sighs, rolling his eyes slightly. I hand him the phone and he starts talking while I place all the plates back on the tray.

"I'm fine." I hear him say, replying to his mother on the phone.

"Not too much." He continues to answer her questions.

"Mhm, she is. She's been amazing." He hums, looking straight at me this time. What are they saying?

They keep on talking but I just stand there awkwardly. I don't know if he'll get mad at me for telling his family that he got shot. But I had to. They deserve to know.

"Okay, I'll see you then." He states, hanging up the phone. "Fucking Elijah must've told her I was shot." He snaps, placing the phone down.

"It was me. I-I'm sorry." I admit, as he sighs.

"That's fine." He says, shooting me a wink. "My love, do me a favour and grab me my laptop. I need to get ahead on something." He mumbles, aiming at his laptop that's on the glass table in the corner. I nod and go over to hand it to him.

Tristan's POV:

"Do you feel better? Do you need me to get you something?" I watch her fumble with the hem of her dress.

"No, honey. I'm fine." I reply, feeling the pain in my abdomen kick in.

"Okay. Are you warm enough? Elijah said that you should-" She says shyly and I can't help but interrupt her.

I want her so fucking bad.

"Come here, my love."

"But, I-"

"Just come." I sternly say which she does so and perches on my side of the bed.

"Hm, I love you, my beautiful wife. Thank you for taking care of me." I hum, pecking her soft cheek amd I notice her cheeks getting red.

"It's nothing. I'm going to go make lunch. If you want anything, you can call me." She mumbles, grabbing the tray and walking off.

She pushes her hair and lets it fall off her back in such an eloquent manner. Fuck me. She's so fucking gorgeous, so pure. I'm glad I've hidden her before anyone can reach her.

She strides off in her white dress, her porcelain legs on display.

Bless her, she's such a caring wife even though I've been nothing but awful to her. I kidnapped her, forced her, threatened her, restrained her. Fuck, I can be a real asshole sometimes.

I just fucking hate her going out, she always catches every single male's attention. But I'm her husband now, I've already made her mine. She couldn't run even if she wanted to now.

Aurora isn't like other women, not by a long shot. She's mature, too mature for her age. She works hard for our marriage no matter the circumstances we've met in. She doesn't cheat, she's not unloyal. She's just perfect, she's commited herself to me and fuck do I love it.

Seeing her bring me up my meals and check in on me now and then. Shit, if I was going to have her behaving this way with me, showing me this amount of care, then I'd take a bullet everyday.

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The rest of the day went by quickly. I made some business calls then sat with my wife and we layed in bed till night time before we fell asleep.

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A week later.

Aurora's POV:

It's been about a week since Tristan got hurt and he's been doing a lot better ever since.

He's been able to walk around more efficiently and his arm started healing slightly.

He informed me that Claire has also been doing better and I've never felt more relieved. He promised I can visit her when he gets back in good shape.

His family didn't arrive yet. They'd call everyday but due to some weather issues, they were not able to fly here. But they got the all clears now so they'll be landing here tomorrow.

And that means, I have a lot to do. I need to prepare where they're sleeping because they'll be staying here for a few days.

It's already nighttime and Tristan and I had just finished eating dinner. As I'm standing in the kitchen, I feel a presence behind me so I turn around.

"Tristan, you're not supposed to be out of bed." I sigh at his stubborness. I specifically asked him to stay in bed till I came back.

"You took too long." He says in a hushed tone. "I'm not a patient man." He states, his hand coming to my jaw and his thumb dragging across my lower lip. I know that voice. He wants something.

"Leave this till tomorrow. I need you upstairs with me." He sternly orders, taking the plate out of my hand then grabbing ahold of me.

"Wait, I have to go prepare the guest bedrooms. Your family's coming tomorrow." I say, stopping him from pulling me away.

"And you know what that means, don't you?" He smirks, playfulness obvious in his eyes. I shrug my shoulders and shake my head.

"It means it's time to take advantage of being alone." He hums, taking his lip between his teeth then releasing it.

Is he insinuating what I think he is? Probably not.

"I-I don't know what you're-" I start and he scoffs, shooting me a grin.

"I haven't had you in forever." He says, dragging his hand down my ponytail.

The man has three bullet wounds and he still wants to have sex.

"Why don't we go upstairs?" He suggests playfully, he oozed confidence and I struggled to maintain my composure around him. He makes me shy away.

"But, the rooms..." I argue but he soon shakes his head.

"It can wait till tomorrow" He blankly replies, holding my hand and taking me up the stairs.

"It's going to hurt you. You haven't fully healed yet." I weakly argue as he opens the door to our room and ushers me in, placing a hand on my lower back and gently pushing me it then closing the door behind him.

He steps closer, closing any space left between us. "I can handle it." He smiles, pushing wisps of hair from my face. "Come." He ushers, tugging on my hand then giving me a brief but heated tongue kiss.

"Fuck. You have no idea what I want to do to you." He grunts, nearing his lips closer to my ear and biting down before pulling away.

His hand travels up to the back of my head. He slides my hairband and yanks it down my ponytail so my hair is down.

"Beautiful." He compliments as he brings some of my hair back behind my shoulder and lets it trickle down my thigh.

"Let's get you out of this dress." He says, undoing my zipper as I help him peel it out of my body and drop it to the floor along with my undergarments.

"Fuck." He whispers under his breath as he eyes me up and down, rubbing at his jaw. He always does this. Every single time he wants to be intimate with me, he always devours my body with his eyes. It's as if it's the first time he sees it. And as always, it sets me on fire.

I'm an extremely self conscious person and just the thought of a person analysing my body is enough to make me nervous. Let alone the fact that that person is Tristan.

He slowly steps out of his sweatpants underwear, his eyes not leaving mine.

He sits me on the bed and traps me between his arms. "How far will you let me take you, hm?" He groans, his deep voice making my skin prickle with heat. He pushes me down so I lay flat on my back as he hovers over me, so close, inhaling my scent.

"Tristan." I moan which drives him over the edge. He starts to lightly bite down on my neck harshly then releasing. His hands so very slowly travelling up and down the sides of my body as I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers in his soft hair.

He roughly grabs my thighs and wraps my legs around his hips. He dips his body down and I feel his manhood poking me. "Oh." I breathe, trying to scoot backwards but his grip on me is too tight to allow that.

"Can you feel how much I want you?" He whispers in a raspy tone, sending vibrations against my skin. I bite on my lip, holding back a pleasurable moan.

I feel heat everywhere. From my core, rushing to my cheeks. I felt my wetness coat my inner thighs. He was beginning to get me extremely aroused. He ignited a fire within me and only he knew how to extinguish it.

"You're so wet for me, baby." He grunts, his tip sinking into me and I tighten my hold on him, letting out a sharp breath.

"Please." I hush out, throwing my head back and biting on my lower lip.

"Show me how much you want this." He orders. He's a very dominant person. He's always asking me to beg for him and show my submission.

"Tristan." I moan. "Please." I plead, nuzzling my face in his neck. I don't know why but I feel hunger like no other. I want him to do what he has in mind. And there's no doubt that it's going to be intense.

He lets out a grunt as he quickly forces his length fully inside of me. I wasn't ready for that. I was expecting him to go slow but he starts thrusting into me roughly and rapidly.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight." He hisses, his hands coming to my breasts and kissing all over them.

I can feel the pleasure building slowly inside of me and my legs start to shake slightly.

"Don't cum." He orders with authority. He's an extremely bossy mood today for some reason. But he's never denied me to climax.

"I-I need to."

"No, hold it." He growls, his bands roughly gripping onto my hips as my chest pants up and down and my hand grips onto the sheet.

"Tristan, please." I cry out with a tight hold on him.

"Not yet." He firmly states, forcing my thighs open as I keep clenching them. But the pleasure is too much at once and I feel myself ready to release.

"I-I can't." I cry out, rising from my previous laying position.

"You can and you will. I'm in control and your body is mine." He growls, sliding himself out of me and hoisting me up. Is he going to leave me like this?

He grabs my legs and wraps them around his hips. He sits down at the end of the bed and pulls me down with him so I straddle him.

He stares deeply into me and I reciprocate it for a second but his eyes are intimidating. He is intimidating. So I lower my gaze and my hands find his chest instead, lightly gliding my finger on his toned body.

"Look at me." He demands, tugging on my jaw and bringing my head up. He grabs at my neck and pushes my face against his and sliding his tongue inside my mouth, making me gasp.