Chapter 211: THE MORNING AFTER

CHAPTER 211. THE MORNING AFTER

Tristan's voice carried a teasing edge as he smiled at her, his words deliberately provocative. "I don't know. I thought you might actually enjoy that sort of sensation."

His forced smile made her frown deeply as she looked at him with an anger he had never seen blazing in her eyes before. The intensity of it caught him off guard, made something in his chest tighten with anticipation.

"God, you fucking bastard," she said, her voice rough with frustration and desire.

Then she sat up abruptly, the sheet falling away from her body. She grabbed him with desperate hands and instantly wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place against her. Her grip was firm, possessive, and utterly unyielding.

"I'm not letting you go until you fuck me this morning," she breathed against his ear, her voice trembling with need. "You caused this. You aroused me, and now you have to satisfy me."

The desperation threading through her voice made Tristan laugh out loud, a rich sound that filled the guest room. It made him feel amused, entertained by her raw honesty. God, he would have really loved to extend this torture for far longer, to continue teasing her, to continue making her feel aroused until she felt like she was about to lose her mind completely. But the desperation emanating from her broke through his defenses like a battering ram. The feeling of her thighs and her entire body wrapped around him made him lose his composure and reminded him sharply of his own early morning erection and the strong desire he was feeling right now to overwhelm her completely. His brain couldn't keep up with the rush of sensations flooding through him.

"Oh fuck," he cried out loud, his control shattering.

Then he grabbed hold of her waist with both hands and slammed hard into her. She cried out, arched her back dramatically, her eyelids fluttering as her entire world spun vigorously on its axis. Tristan didn't give her the chance to breathe as she arched her back against the bed like a tight bow drawn for release. He began to slam brutally into her—fast, quick, without any care for gentleness—while holding her waist firmly, supporting her hips against his own. The wet slapping sound of her hips colliding with his echoed loudly all over the room, filling every corner with their passion.

He enjoyed the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, the way she cried out loud without restraint, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably, her hands gripping desperately against the bedspread as she tried to hold onto consciousness. It was so blissful, so beautiful watching her lose herself to pleasure. His hands moved to cup her breasts as he moved faster, joining in the rhythm of them bouncing with each powerful thrust.

"Oh my god, fuck," she gasped.

The thought that the person he was fucking right now was someone else's wife—or someone else's previous wife in some twisted way—began to entertain him, increasing the magnitude of his hardness. His brain was spinning with the forbidden nature of it all. The wife I fell in love with and can't let go, he thought to himself as desire consumed him. His mind was going crazy as he moved his hands over towards her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp.

"Oh my god, fuck," they both cried out loud as they moved harder, faster together. He was slamming, pounding into her with a certain vigorousness that neither could understand or control. The sound came—smack, smack, smack, smack—echoing loudly, wet and obscene all over the room. She cried out loud, feeling the pressure getting much more powerful than anything she had ever felt before. And then it washed over her in strong, powerful waves that seemed to originate from her very core.

Her orgasm exploded through her body, making her feel like she was floating in a dark landscape beyond consciousness. Her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably, her eyes rolled up, becoming completely white, as though she was about to be possessed by something otherworldly, as though she was convulsing. The sight made Tristan lose his mind completely. He went faster, he became more brutal, holding her firmly against her hips, gripping her breasts and slamming into her harder and harder. The wet sound of her arousal and their skins colliding became even more pronounced, more dirty, more filthy, echoing all over the room as he slammed into her brutally without care for anything but their mutual pleasure.

And then he felt his own control faltering, crumbling like sand. He groaned deeply, holding tightly against her, not giving up, slamming harder into her until he collapsed against her trembling body, his entire being shaking as the full rush of his orgasm overwhelmed him and spilled into her body.

"Oh my god," they both cried out loud simultaneously.

He was shivering against her, holding her tightly against himself, completely lost in the aftermath. He was not in his normal senses right now, groaning and grinding his teeth together as waves of pleasure continued to wash over him.

She chuckled breathlessly and shook her head. "Oh my god, fuck, you make me feel so stupid," she said with a satisfied smile.

He laughed out loud, shaking his head in response. "You naughty, naughty girl," he said, tapping his finger playfully against her cheek as he pulled slightly away from her.

The both of them panted hard, taking deep breaths as they laid side by side, staring blankly at the ceiling as reality slowly returned. Their hearts were still racing, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of what they'd just shared.

"I really don't regret this," she said softly, her voice filled with certainty.

Her words forced Tristan to turn his head to look at her with a tender smile. She moved towards him, turning to her side and leaning against her elbow so she could look down at him properly.

"Everything feels right, everything feels complete. It feels so surreal, and it's so funny that I didn't feel this kind of thing when I was with David," she continued, her voice growing more emotional with each word. "I'm so happy with you, even though the beginning was kind of messed up. But I'm grateful for you. Grateful for this."

Tristan smiled, warmth flooding his chest. He had never felt so whole, so complete in his entire life. So he moved closer towards her, wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a soft kiss against her lips. She chuckled against his mouth, and they were smiling down at each other contentedly when a very sharp knock suddenly came on the door of the guest room, jolting them both violently out of their intimate bubble.

They frowned simultaneously, confusion replacing their blissful expressions.

Gloria looked thoughtful for a moment. "Well, I'm guessing it's Annabelle," she said in a whisper, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "I'm sure she's still not content with the both of us being together."

Tristan saw exactly what she was doing—trying to make light of the situation. "Oh god, come on, not now," he said with mock exasperation.

Gloria laughed out loud, the sound bright and carefree. The knock came again, sharp and insistent, forcing Gloria to get up from the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm coming," she called out, her voice still slightly breathless.

Then she stepped down from the bed, taking a deep breath to compose herself. Tristan laid where he was, watching her naked body appreciatively, the way her hips swayed as she bent down to gather her clothes and put them on. He smiled contentedly, using the duvet to cover himself as he waited and watched her dress.

Gloria walked up towards the door and opened it, but what she saw made her frown and flinch visibly. Annabelle was standing there with her arms folded tightly across her chest, and the look on her face wasn't what Gloria expected to see at all. She knew that Annabelle was quite not yet in support of her relationship with Tristan, but what she was seeing right now made her realize immediately that something had gone wrong, that something was not perfectly okay.

"Good morning, sister," Gloria said cautiously, trying to read Annabelle's expression.

Annabelle smiled wryly and nodded her head slowly, the gesture almost mechanical. "Yeah," she said flatly, peeking into the room to catch sight of Tristan who was staying under the covers.

Tristan noticed her eyesight on him and felt awkward but lifted up his hand to wave at her politely. But Annabelle ignored him completely, and it made Gloria frown deeper. Tristan also frowned, wondering what the hell had gone wrong to make Annabelle act so cold.

Annabelle looked at Gloria and took a deep breath, as if steeling herself. "I want you to meet me in the sitting room now. There's something I need to show you," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Then she walked away without waiting for a response. Gloria stood by the door with a deep frown, a lot of thoughts racing through her mind at lightning speed. Okay, what the hell is going on? she thought to herself with a raised eyebrow. I mean, she already knew that there was a lot of resentment going on, but Annabelle's character and attitude right now made her feel completely off balance. She took a deep breath and turned around to look at Tristan, worry evident in her eyes.

Tristan smiled reassuringly and waved at her. "It's alright. Just go on ahead, okay? I'm going to get dressed and join you later on," he said calmly, though concern flickered in his expression.

She nodded her head slowly. "Okay, baby."

Gloria moved out of the room and followed closely after Annabelle down the hallway. When she got to the living room, she saw Annabelle sitting down on one of the sofas, relaxing against it with forced casualness, tapping her foot against the floor repeatedly as though she couldn't wait, as though she was impatient, as though something was bothering her deeply. And at that moment, it also began to bother Gloria intensely. Her mind was no longer at ease right now, the peace she'd felt moments ago completely shattered.

"Ani, is everything alright?" Gloria asked immediately, sitting down beside her on the sofa.

But Annabelle did not reply immediately. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if gathering her thoughts. "Well, everything was okay until about a few minutes ago," she said slowly, turning her head to look directly at Gloria with troubled eyes.

Gloria was looking at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering what was happening, wondering what was going on in her sister's head. "What are you talking about?" she asked, anxiety creeping into her voice.

Annabelle shook her head and exhaled heavily. "Well, this is really, really going to be so bad for you, Gloria. You might not want to hear this, but I just have to tell you, because I mean, it's not going to remain hidden forever. And it's already all over the news," she said, her words tumbling out quickly. "I just saw it on the television right now, but since it disappeared, I decided to check the social media and it is there, everywhere. It's just too much and it's going to be a very, very heavy load for you right now. It's a dent on your name and also a dent on Tristan's name and it's all over the world. I just... I don't really know what to say right now."

Annabelle looked flustered and Gloria was looking at her with growing impatience, her heart beating so fast in her chest that she felt like she didn't have any control of herself anymore. Her inquisitiveness got the better of her as she didn't know what was going on, and she felt panic flooding into her body like ice water.

"Annabelle, you are scaring me," she said immediately, her voice rising slightly. "Can you please just speak up? What's the problem?"

Annabelle took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Then she swiped through her phone, unlocking it with trembling fingers, moved through several screens before turning the screen to face Gloria directly.

"I saw this on the news, but then I checked my phone and sure enough, it was also on the internet," Annabelle said quietly, her eyes filled with sympathy and concern as she waited for Gloria's reaction.